~Kaveh x Alhaitham one shots~

//Of course I love you.(💘)//

Kaveh's POV:
I couldn't help but fall for him. I couldn't help but fall in love with him. I just couldn't stop myself from looking at him with love in my eyes. That certain "him" was Alhaitham. The scribe himself. How could I fall for him? He's acted like he hates me.. but all he's been doing is taking care of me, and looking out of me. He always comforts me, and stares into my eyes each time I approach him.

I... What if he doesn't love me? Of course he wouldn't. Who could love someone like me? I'm useless. All I do is be an idiot each day. I'm a mess. I wish I weren't so useless and weak, maybe.. just maybe I won't tell him. He can't love me. Nobody ever can. I just want to be his. But, he's the scribe. And here I'am. Wishing he could love me.

There is no way he could love me. I should just accept this. Oh. I wish he could be mine. I suppose I'll just have to be pining over him for so long. Unless he falls in love with me. But, what if he's an aromantic? I.. I should just stop wondering. It's ok. It'll all be ok. Maybe if I just sleep. it's almost 2:AM. I need to sleep before it's 3AM.
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Local timing in Teyvat: 7:00AM

It was officially morning. I didn't want to get up out of my bed. It was so comfortable and soft, and I still smelled like Alhaitham. What did I even do to smell like him?... I don't know how I actually smelled like him. But he had a sweet smell to him. It smelled so good. It smelled like sweet flowers and Zaytun peaches. He smelled so good.

I slowly slid off my bed, tiredly muttering to myself. I grabbed my architect uniform, and slipped into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and took a shower. And, yeah. I was done with my morning routine. My mind was flooded with thoughts about Alhaitham. Why could I not get that stupid man out of my head?!

I sigh dramatically, and leave my room. There, I already find a cooked breakfast placed on the table. "You're finally here." Alhaitham, who was sitting down on the couch with a book in his hands. "Oh shut up." I said, trying to act like my mind wasn't filled with thoughts focusing only on him.

"Anyways, come on. Let's hurry up and eat so we can get to work." He said, a neutral tone in his voice. He seemed so.. hard to read. He was hard to read. Why was he so hard to read? He was usually like an open book, only to a few people. But now... it was hard. I ignore it, and sit down next to him and finish up my breakfast just as quick as I sat down.

But, by the time I finished, Alhaitham was already standing at the door. "Let's get going. Don't want to be late, now do we Senior Kaveh?~" He turned his tone into a more flirtatious tone. Why was he like this... I get up, rolling my eyes out of annoyance. He takes my hand, and takes me outside... WHAT. OUR HANDS WERE ACTUALLY TOUCHING.

..HE WAS STILL HOLDING MY HAND?! He was still holding it. All the way to the Akademiya from our house. What the... what was he trying to do?! Was he just trying to get me flustered? Ugh.. he's so annoying.. but maybe that's what made me fall for him..

Alhaitham's POV:
Of course I knew he was in love with me. He was acting flustered and awkward around me. Maybe even a bit nervous. Having read many romance books before, of course I knew what these symptoms meant.

It meant that you were in love. But, of all people.. me? Why me? Why was I so special to him to where he fell in love with me? I've had a crush on him for the longest time... but, out of everybody in Teyvat.. he chose me.

I.. I don't know what to say to that. Of course I'am grateful. I should be grateful. Why would I not be? But, I've been head over heels in love with him for so long.. should I just tell him?.. Not now. I hold his hand tighter. He turns his head to look at me. He opens his mouth, as to talk, but no words come out.

I could see the tiny red tint creeping everywhere on his face. I couldn't stop my face from turning into a smile looking at his gorgeous face like that. I was holding back a little giggle. He already seemed astonished I just smiled at him. His beautiful ruby red eyes were still looking into mine. He looked perfect.