skz scenarios.

[i'm all yours]

"I hate it here," you grumble from your position on the floor, lying on your side with your glasses askew, your brain going on overdrive from the millions of words it had consumed within the past twenty minutes. The figure in your peripheral vision (is it your best friend or a hallucination conjured from your limited hours of sleep? At this point you don't really care) laughs at your rotten state, and you sigh. "I wanna be a worm in my next life. Just a tiny, little thing squirming around in some corner of a cottage in Ireland."

"That's weirdly specific," Felix muses, a blanket draped over his figure as he nudges your open textbooks away with his foot, squeezing himself into the little space beside you and munching on chocolate cookies. "What kind of worm?"

"An earthworm. That's the closest I'll ever get to living the cottagecore life."

Before Felix can respond, the lights flicker briefly, which prompts you to look up warily with a question dangling on the tip of your tongue, then you're submerged in darkness with nothing but the feeble light from your phone and the somber night hugging Felix's frozen frame. You groan out, your head against the floor. "Why do I even bother paying the electric bill—might as well end up living as a bat."

The rain pelting your windowpane melts with the boy's laugh, and you sit up to snatch the last cookie (which never fails to impress Felix—it's like the sixth sense). Silence lingers like a forgotten friend near you, and as the chill of autumn begins to seep in Felix huddles closer, grabbing one end of his blanket to cover your shoulders; he pulls you closer, and for the first time in weeks, you feel like, maybe, the world won't end after writing that one shitty essay.

"I don't see why you still can't live out your best cottagecore life, though," Felix states, his hair tickling your neck. "You'll travel to some secluded countryside all by yourself, stay there until everybody here forgets your name and all you'll have to care about are your plants."

"That would be nice," you smile, snuggling further into him, "although it does sound a bit lonely."

"I'll go with you, then," pulling away, Felix taps your nose gently, the softest smile on his face. "We'll live together and I'll be with you throughout all your semi-midlife crises—just as long as you put up with mine."

"You're really okay living with me forever?" You ask, and he nods firmly. Felix melts when you hug him tighter, your hands intertwined with his, "No takebacks. I'm never letting you go."

"I'm all yours, Y/N."