The Ice in my Heart (K/DA x Male Reader)

31 | Oceania

The next morning, I found myself laying awake long before I had even intended to wake up. The entire situation with Seraphine played itself over and over in my mind, and each time I contemplated an answer, it left me even more lost than I had started.

It should've been simple. It really should have been.

I was dating Ahri, and that's just how it was. There's no way I could go out with Seraphine as well. But every time I imagined saying no to her, I felt my chest wrench itself horribly. Not to mention, she even brought up talking with Ahri before reaching an answer. What did any of it mean?

It wasn't long before a small inkling of guilt ignited within me. I shouldn't be this indecisive. I can't be.

Feeling sick of replaying the same moment and the same thoughts over and over, I tossed the sheets off me and prepared to freshen up for the day. Once all that was taken care of, I shuffled out to the empty kitchen.

Before, I would occasionally see Evelynn up early in the morning, whether because she was heading to work or simply because, but the thick silence of the penthouse served as a heavy reminder of her absence. She said she would come back, so all we could do was believe in her now.

I shook those thoughts aside. I need to just chill out right now. I guess if I'm the first one up, I'll prepare breakfast for everyone else too.

My eyes swept the cluttered kitchen, searching for something that could be used, until my gaze settled upon a rather nondescript white bag. Huh, I could go with pancakes. Should be easy enough.

I quickly rounded up the ingredients, trying my best to remember how my mother used to make them when I was a kid. Sift the flour, sugar, and baking powder. Oh, and she always added a pinch of salt, that's right. Then add milk, butter, and eggs. And finally, cook on a pan.

As I watched the edges of the batter brown accompanied by low sizzles, once again, I couldn't help my mind from wandering.

"They're burning," a voice called from behind me.

I snapped out of my musings to see that the browning was slowly becoming black. With a sharp mutter of surprise, I quickly scraped up the pancake and delivered it to an empty plate, the smoky odor tickling my nose.

Ah, guess I'll eat that one.

A pair of hands landed upon my shoulder, and a chin weighing on one side. I turned towards the source, seeing a head of blonde looking attentively at the stove over me. With her so close, I could smell the faint floral scent of her shampoo.

"Ahri?" I asked in surprise. "You're usually not awake this early."

She laughed, cupping my face to steal a quick kiss from my lips.

"Guess my (Y/N) senses were just going off. Are you cooking breakfast?"

I gave an awkward nod, shuffling slightly in a half-baked effort to hide my little mishap.

"Yeah, but uh, ignore that one. I promise I won't give you guys burnt pancakes."

"It's okay, you don't need to justify yourself to me. I know you're a good cook, especially because you always made me lunch during high school," she giggled. "Anyway I can help?"

I gathered together some batter from the mixing bowl, preparing to pour some on the pan. I was about to say that I was fine, but hesitated, a distinct scene flashing into my head.

She asked me to talk to Ahri right?

I put down the bowl to face the vastaya.

"No it's okay, but um, actually could we talk?" I asked, a sliver of uncertainty present in my words.