Stone Cold (Wilardo x Reader)

Regret of the cursed

It was terribly quick and unexpected, but here you were trapped in a cursed Witch's mansion.

"So..[Y/N], was it?" Sirius calls out to you, you quickly nodded.

Sirius glances around the 5 of you, he was attempting to figure out the best rooming options for you all.

"...They can stay with me.." Wilardo chimed up, your heart raced at the thought of you sharing a room with Wilardo.

Wilardo was probably the most eye catching one there, his piercing gray eyes, and his dark-colored hair, with that one piece that was a dark red, everything about him was eye-catching.

You nodded quickly, Sirius sighed out of relief, You felt incredibly lucky to share a room with Wilardo, seriously, what are the odds?

After talking with Claire and Ashe for a while, you decide to walk back into the room that you shared with Wilardo.

Wilardo was just silently sorting flowers, you approach him carefully and ask what he was doing.

"...Sorting flowers, obviously, did you really have to ask?" Wilardo silently replied as he continued sorting without missing a single beat.

You ask if you could help.

"...I guess." Wilardo responses. "There are four different piles, just put the same or same looking flowers in the pile that it looks like it belongs to." Wilardo explained.

You nodded and carefully started to help him sort, after the second flower, you managed to prick your finger on a thorn.

You reflexively pull back your finger, you notice blood budding at the tip of your finger.

"..." Wilardo glances over at your bleeding finger, he stands up and walks over to the small bathroom connected to the room.

After a few moments, Wilardo walks back out with a washcloth in his hands, it appears to have been soaked in water.

"Hold out your hand.." Wilardo suddenly calls out to you, you slowly held out your hand, Wilardo gently holds onto it as he carefully cleans out your small wound.

You tell him that he didn't have to do that.

"...If I didn't, you would've gotten it all over the floor or on yourself and I know you wouldn't want that." Wilardo responded.

You smile happily at his remark and thank him.

"...It's fine." Wilardo replied as he finished washing out your wound. "Be more careful from now on." Wilardo added before he went back over into the bathroom.

Your face reddens a bit, you knew he was extremely good-looking, but you didn't know that he was somewhat caring, at least you believe that to be a caring gesture.

You began to sort the flowers again, but this time you made sure to take caution against the thorns.

Wilardo walks back and takes his seat next to you, like a machine he began to sort flowers once more.

You attempted to start a conversation with him, you asked about his likes and dislikes.

"..." Wilardo remained silent, you blinked and wondered if he heard you, so you opened your mouth to speak.

"..I heard you.." Wilardo quickly interrupts your attempt to ask again. "..I...like flowers.." Wilardo added, he didn't seem all that interested in the conversation.

You nodded and decided to change the subject to flowers.

"..Do you have any questions about the meanings for some?" Wilardo asked, you shook your head and told him nevermind.