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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Heat waves
2:04 ───ㅇ───── 3:59 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ "Sometimes all I think about is you" This is a short chapter, part two will be posted soon. This part mainly shows Y/N's family dynamic.
Y/N's POV
My eyes squinted as warm beams of light hit them, somewhat blinding me. I felt something in my embrace, and my eyes, having adjusted to the light, made their way to my arms. Scara? He looks so ethereal. I carefully let go of the boy in my arms, slowly getting out of bed. Before I could go further, I was pulled back onto the bed. Scaramouche looked into my eyes, "Trying to leave me already? What a shame." I felt my face heat up, and I avoided eye contact. "I have to get ready, it's my turn to make breakfast this morning," I explained, getting off of my bed once again. Scaramouche wasn't very happy with my answer, but let me leave to get ready anyways. I rummaged through my closet until I found a decent outfit, a comfy, (f/c) sweater and some black jeans. I walked to the bathroom and showered, feeling the hot water beat on my back. I continued to get ready before making my way downstairs to make breakfast. A spicy scent filled the air, the sizzling and popping of the oil echoed throughout the room, a smile plastered onto my face. I reminisced about the times when dad would make spicy omelettes for Kaeya and I on our birthdays. He would have to make Diluc ones that weren't spicy since Diluc couldn't handle the spice. I heard soft footsteps, and my eyes glanced behind me. "Scara, do you like spicy foods?" I asked as I plated Kaeya's food. Scaramouche sat at the kitchen island, "Yeah, I love spice." I nodded before mixing in various spices into a bowl of eggs. Before long, I had set the table for my brothers, and then the kitchen island for myself and Scaramouche. I called down Kaeya and Diluc, "Your food is on the table! If you don't eat it, I will!" "Woah, when did you start getting bitches?" Kaeya eyed Scaramouche. "Diluc, he has bitches!" "What? That's impossible," Diluc came down the stairs, only for his eyes to land on Scaramouche and I sitting right beside each other. I sighed and shook my head, "Scara isn't my boyfriend, dumbasses. Do you see the man? Way too ethereal for someone like me." Kaeya laughed, "You're right. He'd be better off dating a trash can full of moldy bread." "Kaeya, what the fuck. If anything, Albedo would be better off dating a slutty A.I.. Same thing only the A.I. would have more common sense," I shoved a bite of my omelette in my mouth. "Ain't no way you just compared me to a sex A.I.," Kaeya sat down at his plate. "I don't know you, but based on the way you're dressed, it makes sense," Scaramouche finally spoke, making me burst out in laughter. Diluc let out a chuckle as he sat in his chair, "Ha, I like him already."
