Kazuha décide de quitter son appartement où les souvenirs y sont douloureux. Il se retrouve à emménager dans les dortoirs de sa faculté, dans la chambre que personne ne veut a cause du colocataire arrogant. Il n'aurait jamais pensé que son cœur brisé puisse ressentir autant de chose à nouveau. Entre amitié, amour, trahison, sa vie n'a pas toujours été droite, et ce ne sera toujours pas le cas ! [Les personnages ne m'appartiennent pas mais le contexte de l'histoire si ! Kazuha x Scara = BL = Bye les homophobes !] [Monde alternatif, des changements peuvent être perçu !] [Elle suit le tome 1 avec Xiao et Aether]

Aether décide avec sa soeur de déménager de son pays d'origine, pour aller faire ses études à l'étranger. Ils choisissent d'intégrer Teyvat School, une université prestigieuse qui rassemble des individus tout aussi particuliers qu'eux. Aether ne se serait jamais douté qu'il ferait autant de rencontre, notamment celle de Xiao, le représentant du club de volley-ball. Ce garçon si populaire malgré lui va commencer à tourner autour du petit blond, le déstabilisant fortement. Jusqu'au se développera leur relation assez particulière ? [Monde alternatif. Xiaother = boylove = bye bye les homophobes Peut-être Lemon] [Ces personnages ne m'appartiennent pas mais le contexte de l'histoire si.] (merci Anais pour cette cover !)

This book was inspired by a super talented AU writer I found on TikTok. Their stories are seriously swoon-worthy - they'll hook you right from the start! If you're as obsessed with Kazuscara as I am, you have to check out their account: @rk1velai! He hated Kazuha. That was all he could say-the simple truth that twisted inside him every time Kazuha's name came up. Kazuha-the top of the class, the star in every room, the one everyone admired and loved. Effortlessly perfect, like a shining light that drew people in without even trying. And Scaramouche? He was always second. Always just behind, watching from the shadows, fighting against the invisible line that kept him from being first, from being seen the way Kazuha was. He hated everything about him-the ease with which Kazuha excelled, the way his smile seemed to disarm even the coldest hearts. Resentment settled deep in Scaramouche's chest, mingling with envy and a bitterness he refused to admit even to himself. But beneath the edge of hate, beneath the layers of resentment, something else was quietly stirring-a complicated, fragile feeling that unsettled him more than anything else. It was confusing, a quiet ache that he couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried-a feeling he couldn't ignore or understand. He pushed it down. Denied it every chance he got. Pretended it didn't exist. Tried to bury it beneath insults and coldness. Yet no matter how hard he fought, that feeling lingered-growing stronger, impossible to ignore. Because those feelings never truly left. Because what if- What if the person you thought you hated was the one you'd loved from the very start? Their story wasn't perfect. It was tense, awkward, painful. But sometimes love is there from the very beginning, even when we don't see it ourselves. And this is where it all began. "𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶