Settphel | Sett x Aphelios One-Shots

Broken Hearts and Desires

Aphelios walked through the crowded halls of Valoran High with his usual silent grace. He was an enigma to most—dark, brooding, and always absorbed in his own world. His dark hair framed his pale face, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the hallways with an intensity that made people avert their gaze.

Beside him walked Sona, the school's star musician and Aphelios' girlfriend. Her fingers floated over the invisible strings of the melodies only she could hear. She was serene, a calm presence beside Aphelios' stormy silence, and in many ways, they complemented each other perfectly. Their relationship was like a delicate piece of music—beautiful, intricate, yet fragile.

Across the hall, Sett swaggered by with his usual air of confidence, his muscular frame barely contained by his worn-out letterman jacket. He was the king of the school—captain of the wrestling team, admired by all, and feared by many. But even kings have their secrets. He glanced over at Soraka, his girlfriend, who was busy talking to a group of her friends. She was ethereal, with her silvery hair and gentle aura. If Sona was a melody, Soraka was a lullaby, soothing and comforting.

Yet, despite the apparent harmony in their lives, Aphelios and Sett were far from content.

Aphelios sat in the back of the music room, watching Sona practice. Her fingers danced over the keys of the grand piano, creating a melody that filled the room with warmth. But Aphelios felt a growing distance between them, like a dissonant chord in a symphony.

He admired Sona deeply, but there was something inside him—an unspoken yearning, a need that she couldn't fulfill. He couldn't quite place it, but he knew it had been growing ever since Sett had started hanging around him more often.

Sett, on the other hand, was struggling with his own feelings. He had everything he could want—popularity, strength, and a girlfriend who adored him. But every time he was with Soraka, he felt like he was lying to himself. There was a fire inside him, a desire that couldn't be quenched by Soraka's gentle nature. And no matter how much he tried to deny it, that fire only grew stronger when he saw Aphelios.

The two had become unlikely friends over the past few months, bonding over their shared struggles—Aphelios' difficulty in expressing himself and Sett's complicated relationship with his father, the owner of the local fight club. They'd spent late nights at the gym, Aphelios practicing his precision with darts and Sett working out his frustrations on the punching bag. These nights were quiet, filled with mutual understanding and unspoken words.

But there was something more, something neither of them was ready to face.

It was the night of the school dance, an event everyone looked forward to—or dreaded. Aphelios and Sett both found themselves in the latter category, but their girlfriends insisted on attending, so they obliged.

The gymnasium was transformed into a glittering ballroom, with fairy lights and shimmering decorations. Sona looked stunning in a flowing blue dress that matched her eyes, while Soraka wore a simple white gown that made her look even more like the celestial being she seemed to be.

But neither Aphelios nor Sett could focus on their dates. They found themselves constantly stealing glances at each other, feeling a tension that neither Sona nor Soraka noticed.

As the night wore on, the tension became unbearable. Aphelios and Sett found themselves outside the gym, away from the noise and the crowd. The cool night air was a relief, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside them.

Sett was the first to speak. "This... this doesn't feel right, does it?" His voice was rough, but there was a vulnerability in it that Aphelios had never heard before.

Aphelios shook his head, his eyes fixed on the ground. He wanted to say something, to express what he was feeling, but the words were caught in his throat.