Why was it so hard to focus?
Y/n had sat, hunched over her desk for hours, trying to finish homework. She would've been done a few hours ago, if her damn mind would've stayed on track. Her mind had been bothered for a while, starting when she listened to Lyney's songs. Idol Lyney, of course, because her nerdy friend Lyney couldn't be an idol. Right?
Something about Lyney's songs had been itching in her mind, similar to the feeling of forgetting something, but not knowing what exactly it is that one is forgetting. It felt as though a hand had reached in, tickled at her brain, and left immediately after. (And it was probably laughing smugly, too).
Because of this, she changed her playlist to a classical music playlist, reasoning that it would be easier to focus with a song with no lyrics anyway.
However, the essay outline still sat unfinished, y/n gripping at her scalp, subsequently letting her head fall flat on the desk.
"Archons," she muttered irritably. She was getting nothing done.
Sighing frustratedly, she packed the papers back into her neatly organized folder and decided to simply do it tomorrow.
Now, I can focus on just what was bothering me. Was he off beat? The music and the lyrics didn't match? Off key? Just what was it?
She played the music back again.
Huh... Sounds good. Nothing's wrong with the music, and the itchy feeling disappeared. Maybe it was just dirty headphones or poor sound quality... She shrugged it off and decided to simply forget about it altogether.
Ah, yes, that reminds me, I need to buy concert tickets as soon as possible.
On her laptop, she found her way to the website of the company that Lyney worked with, Epiclese.
Please don't be on December 15th, please don't be on December 15th !
She squinted her eyes shut as she clicked, Get tickets!, and a few seconds later, she slowly opened them.
Clear your calendars! Lyney and Lynette's concert will commence on December 22nd, 2023, to celebrate the new Christmas season and the end of the semester for students!
Y/n let out a relieved sigh, clutching her chest. She immediately pulled out her phone.
You
LYNEY
LYNEY
LYNEY
Lyney
What's up with the spamming?
You
Idol Lyney's concert is on the 22nd! Can you make it? I was planning to get tickets for both of us :)
We're so lucky that it's not on the 15th, I'll have to thank Lyney for that LMAO
Sent at 14:52
Lyney frowned, staring at the message. He knew exactly what she was getting excited about the moment she spammed his name in all caps. He'd love to attend the concert with her, except that in order for there to be a concert at all, he needed to do anything but attend as a guest.
He knew that she would be absolutely devastated, demolished, even, but he didn't have a choice. He placed a hand on his forehead, leaned forward on his desk, and sighed.
His long-haired black cat, Smokey, leaped onto his desk, walking his paws all across Lyney's keyboard, successfully sabotaging his essay.
"Hey, you," Lyney scolded, picking up the cat and putting him on his lap. Smokey immediately curled up and fell asleep. He stroked the cat, trying to calm his nerves (and guilt) about having to turn down y/n's sweet offer.
With a defeated sigh, he typed into his phone.
You
Oh, is it the 22nd?
That's very unfortunate, we have a family gathering that day. It's a very special reunion from family we haven't seen in a while. I'm so sorry, y/n. I would have loved to go with you.
14:57
Y/n <3
Really??? Aw, I understand, though. Maybe next time! He'll come back to the Court of Fontaine next year, right?
Lyney's mouth ticked upwards.
You
I'm sure he will :)
Y/n <3
Okay! And don't worry about it all, Lyney
He breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it wasn't like y/n was going to get mad at him, anyways, he knew that she was sweet.
And perfect, his own brain supplied against his will, making his cheeks flush.
In that case... I'll just have to put on an exceptional show, just for her.
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FanfictionThe idol Lyney is popular, handsome, brilliant, magnificent, perfect, and the best singer in Teyvat. His songs strike everyone breathless, especially the ones he writes himself. Coincidentally, as in, purely a coincidence, your best friend's name is...