Sumeruakademiya Stories

ᴋᴀᴠᴇʜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ♡ *:..｡o○　○o｡..:* 「 ʜɪs ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ 」 ✙ ʙʟᴏɴᴅɪᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ "➹ ✙ ɢᴇᴇ! ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! "➷ | ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ | | ᴏɴ-ɢᴏɪɴɢ | | ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ; |

"𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂..." A new person at the Akademiya in Sumeru already began to dislike a certain person. Many people liked her, and all the teachers found her intelligence aspiring but he, the Wanderer, did not. Two completely opposite people in the same school with similar classes. How would they interact and grow together? ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🐈🐈🐈🐾 Fem reader! This is just for fun :) I do not own any of the characters from genshin Picture on cover made by To___e on Twitter All rights reserved

In the wake of his Grandmother's passing, he found solace in another. In Kaveh. They were the best of friends, inseparable, ever since they had met each other in the library that fateful day. Until they weren't. - Whispers followed them every time they were seen together, and the rumors spread like wildfire. Alhaitham was the best student in Haravatat. Kaveh was the best student in Ksharewar. Alhaitham followed the path of loneliness and isolation in favor of living in comfort and pursuing knowledge. Kaveh walked the path of self-destruction to people-please and follow his own moral compass. In the end, if their lives were depicted on a stage, Kaveh's story wouldn't be the only tragedy. And Alhaitham loathed the fact. OR Alhaitham and Kaveh, friends to enemies to lovers.

Years ago, you and Alhaitham were inseparable-two brilliant minds drawn together by philosophy, books, and quiet moments in the House of Daena. But after a bitter disagreement over your futures, you left Sumeru and severed ties. No letters. No goodbye. Now, you're back. You're assigned to assist the Akademiya with a major research project, and-of course-your supervisor is none other than Alhaitham, now the Acting Grand Sage. Time has sharpened him. He seems unaffected. Logical. Composed. But under the surface, something lingers. The past creeps in with every interaction: an unfinished sentence, a borrowed book, a coffee left untouched. He avoids talking about what happened. You avoid asking. But the space between you crackles with unsaid things. As the project unfolds and a conspiracy brews in the Akademiya's shadows, you're forced to rely on each other once more. And maybe... there's a chance to rebuild something that never truly died.

Transmograting into the body of a newly opened Dottore Segment after death, with a bonus.