𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 || 𝘛𝘞𝘚𝘛 𝘹 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘕𝘌-𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘚

Stay With Me - Idia Shroud x Reader

{guys i don't think you understand, i'm OBSESSED with this man like BHJACJHHACGFJKACVHJKCFWKJLCNJACJVHBJACBJKC 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐 if you see a lot of fics surrounding him there's a clear reason why. anyway, this is a concept fic where it's friends to lovers . This concept fic does not relate to "Rainfall". SPOILERS FOR CH. 6}

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It was finally after school and you were heading to the Mirror Chamber. After long, grueling hours of forced socialization you could really use a cool-down. So, why not go see your coldest, gloomy friend, Idia Shroud? Though you were fortunate to have people like Grim, Ace, Deuce, and any other enthusiasts to call your friends, you couldn't lie to yourself and say spending too much time with them didn't drain you. You enjoyed their company yes, but a person's gotta get away every now and then, right?

So here you were, entering the portal that would send you to Ignihyde Dorm. Despite all the torches that hung around the architecture, the dorm was still so cold and dim. Climbing up the stairs that lead into the actual dorm itself, you welcomed yourself inside. You strolled past every corridor and every pillar until you reached the door you were searching for. Idia's door. A pattern of knocks sounded on his door, a sequence that only you (and Ortho) knew. It was like a password you all made to signify the Housewarden of who it was.

After a few seconds of hearing small rustling inside the room, the door opened to reveal the infamous Oldest Shroud brother. The tall blue-head was dressed in his usual attire the saw you in; a long-sleeve black and blue stripped pajama shirt and black sweats with a singular yellowy gold stripe that ran down the middle of the pants, along with plain black socks at his feet.

"Well, are you gonna keep standing in the doorway or let me in?" You teased, a tired smile on your face.

Without saying anything, Idia moved aside, letting you in before shutting the door. It had become a sort of routine for you to come visit Idia after school. You would bring him any paper assignments he needed done, and in return he'd let you stay over for a few hours to play games and just overall hangout with the gloomy boy.

The two of you had become friends after a little interaction in P.E. You had found the boy hiding away by a nearby tree. Apparently he had to go to P.E alone that day because of some maintenance that had to be done on Ortho, so with already having him to go outside, especially without his brother there for emotional support; Idia had to get away from everything. You were there for a similar reason; you already struggled with insecurities and social anxiety, and couldn't work with any of your friends because they were taking flight lessons, something you could not do. So, with all the over-stimulation and embarrassment, you needed to get away. So, that's how the two of you became acquainted with one another. And sharing similar struggles, you mutually decided becoming friends could help you two level up.

Walking into Idia's room, you were greeted with dark walls that reflected the blue hue from his screens and scattered box and papers around his room. Something Idia liked about you was how you didn't judge his sorting tactics. The same thing went for how he dressed; he didn't have to 'overdress' or try to impress you with what he wore or decided to reveal himself. He felt comfort in your nonjudgmental mentality.

"Uuughh, class was so draining today, man. Don't get me wrong, I know he has good intent and all but Professor Crewel can be so... well, draining!" You groaned, lazily falling onto Idia's undone bed.

"Yeah... I was never too fond of dog people, but dogs themselves are fine..." Idia said, sitting down next to your sprawled-out form.

"You can say that again," you agreed, turning your head to see Shroud's long, quite literally fiery locks drape down next to you. Reaching out you entwined your fingers into his hair. A habit of yours had been to play with Idia's hair. It's texture was different than you thought it would be when he first started to let you play with it (you don't understand how much begging it took you for him to finally let you touch him); it felt very fine and light though still somehow thick, hardly having any tangles. The temperature of his fiery hair depended on his mood; when he was calm his hair felt almost cooling, and when he became more flustered it heated up. Whenever you came into contact with Idia's hair it still maintained that flame-like attitude; swirling and engulfing your fingers the deeper your hand roamed.