sobaniiruyo, thirty three.
❛ i love suffering with a nice soundtrack ❜
Cyno was an ace in disguise, for he had all the knowledge he needed about the couple he was trying to set up.
He had successfully infiltrated Y/N's group, while being one of the closest friends of Al-haitham — and that made him an official member of both parties.
While playing for team Y/N, he advised her to ignore Al-haitham for as long as she possibly could. While playing for team Al-haitham, he advised him to text her first because that's how you get the girl, you cold-hearted piece of shit.
He was trying to create a balance, and it was working mighty fine.
Now, after all the hard work he had done, he was lounging on his bed with a giant, victorious smile. His roommate was staring at the screen of his phone, oh-so-impatiently awaiting a response from his very obvious crush. It was so nice to see that stoic man being all fidgety and anxious. Satisfying, even.
The uninterested nerd falling victim to the charms of a girl and wanting her so bad that he started talking about his feelings? Gave up on his pride? Started writing her love letters? Bought her a bouquet of plushies?
Absolutely award-worthy development.
The comfortable silence was broken moments later by a deep voice, and every positive thought Cyno had about his friend evaporated in an instant.
"Hey. Do you think it's weird that I asked her to accompany me to the Cultural Festival?"
He let the stupid question levitate in the air while he tried to gather his composure, almost popping a vein in the process.
Let his idiocy marinate. Maybe my irritation will disappear by then.
"No? Not at all."
"I don't know..." Al-haitham trailed off, mildly frustrated. "What if she thinks it's a date?"
A scoff resonated in the room. "Is it not?"
"It is, but she doesn't need to know that yet."
Cyno was in no way a weak fighter, and he was seconds away from committing an unforgivable act of violence that could get him jailed. He couldn't believe he was talking to an author who was an expert in writing romance books.
"Well. I hope she rejects you then."
Al-haitham tamped down the urge to roll his eyes. "Don't bother me."
"You're always bothered. I'm calling her and asking her to tag along with me and Dehya instead."
"...Seriously?"
"Very."
"I have something planned, so stop worrying about her. Now can you please not butt in?"
An amused grin spilt itself over Cyno's face. Al-haitham had traded his indifference in favour of Y/N's affection; the same man who despised the notion of forging friendships, claiming that they hindered his goals, had started to grow fidgety over delivered messages. The same man who was deemed as one of the smartest pupils by his peers, but was unable to understand the basics of empathy, had started to try. He showed emotions. Talked. Understood that feelings were not an option he could simply turn off when it came to expressing romantic interest.
His heart needed a little push, and Cyno was glad that he was there to brutally kick that stone-cold muscle of his until it could no longer revert back to its original state.
"You better have, Mr. Bigboobs."
Al-haitham didn't reply. When the device in his hold buzzed, he merely raised a brow, his expression calm and composed. However, one tiny detail many would fail to notice was the gentle smile that was whisked away the second it tugged at his lips. A slight slip-up in his nonchalant mien.
"Seems like she answered."
"Shut up."
[ 9:16 PM ]
Muse:
omg
are you asking me out on a date 🤗❤️🔥
Me:
...Anyway.
I know a few stalls that you'd like.
Muse:
oh
is that all?
Me:
That and the poem. I need your help with that.
Muse:
love your professionalism bro! 😂🤣
i'm not coming
Me:
Ah.
Are you busy?
Muse:
well i have to kiss all my friends on the lips so i won't be free sorry ❤️🔥💕🌹
they need it as a good luck charm to make their play successful
Me:
Will Yelan be included?
Muse:
obviously
Me:
Then I give you no room to refuse.
You'll be joining me. Take it as payback for the time you forced me into sending you my pictures.
Muse:
????
WHAT
BABYGIRL WHAT IS THIS....
i've been nothing but insane to you and this is how you treat me
Me:
I know. You've been very consistent with your display of unwellness.
Muse:
mothering on a daily basis... call that cuntsistency
Me:
Exhibit 1.
Muse:
kill yourself
Me:
🐹
Muse:
fill in the blanks!
Me:
Not this again.
Muse:
_ex
Me:
V.
Muse:
.
i'm seconds away from altering the entirety of your anatomy you will never experience the joy of copulation mating breeding intercourse and lovemaking
Me:
Ugh.
Fine.
S.
Muse:
leans in for a passionate and romantic kiss
moving on
_rphanage
Me:
O.
Muse:
_hyme
Me:
R.
Muse:
_oad
Me:
R.
Muse:
eat m_ ass
Me:
...
Y.
Muse:
CONGRATULATIONS! 🎉🎉🎉
you have said SORRY without shitting your pants for once!
Me:
What do I even need to apologise for?
Muse:
you're not letting me vigorously make out with my homies
Me:
I'm just asking for one day.
Muse:
one day of what
you being painfully silent while i tail you around like a dog???
i mean i do drool a little at the sight of your chesticles but i have some microscopic dignity left
Me:
The museum outing was strictly for you to seek inspiration, was it not?
Muse:
HUH
YOU SAID IT WAS A DATE
🤣🤣🤣🤣
Me:
Did I?
I probably lied to make you agree.
Muse:
what did you say
i have a glock inside my mouth as we speak
Me:
Enough.
Muse:
you know what i've had enough of
me being a sad pathetic loner
like this is literally me irl
at this point the only kiss i'll get is on the forehead at my funeral
Me:
What am I supposed to do with this information?
Muse:
nothing actually i've been thinking of releasing my rizz beast out in the open
time to start looking confused in a kpop concert so a hot individual can interact with me
(shin ryujin please please please ple)
Me:
...So you really have moved on from Elysia.
Is there someone else you like now?
Muse:
hahah whattt
what are you sayingggg lollll
Me:
This does not answer my question.
Muse:
boy you're soooo goofy and jokepilled! a true jester if i may be so bold
Me:
?
Are you okay?
Muse:
no but it's nothing a hozier song can't fix
i love suffering with a nice soundtrack
Me:
I'm afraid that music alone cannot fix whatever the hell is wrong with you.
Muse:
you can't spell silly without ill and baby? i'm diseased
Me:
I can tell.
You need to close your eyes for a moment and try to be normal.
Muse:
no to be honest i need to be cared for like a sickly baby bird that fell out of its nest
Me:
Why are you like this?
Muse:
you love me despite my outlandish behaviour don't you bollo de crema
Me:
You text like you're drunk half of the time.
Muse:
i am drunk! drunk in the beauty of those beautiful orange-ringed yellow pupils of yours that have a tinge of molten emerald
Me:
Hmm.
6/10.
Muse:
bro rated my entire personality a six
Me:
My bad.
But seriously, how long has it been since your last relationship? Because you're acting like a feral animal.
Muse:
two years
i won't be explaining the gap any further because that would be trauma dumping ☝️🔥
Me:
Understandable.
Muse:
also i've been thinking of bringing this up for a while now
i got a commission and the person is paying me so well
the thing is
Me:
You need a reference image?
Muse:
yeah...
the pose is extremely specific so i'll need to click the picture myself 🙏
Me:
I don't mind as long as it's not anything weird.
Muse:
um 😂😂😂
the pose isn't (it's actually far beyond my skill level) but the character i'll be drawing is uhhhhhh
Me:
...You're scaring me.
Muse:
have you heard of death from the last wish
Me:
Please cease.
Muse:
fine 😢😢😢
i'll take cyno's help instead
Me:
By all means, go ahead and bother him.
Do not involve me in someone's furry fantasies.
Muse:
HELP
a girlboss needs to slay and earn enough money to sustain herself regardless of the depressing circumstances
Me:
I get it but I'll be staying far away from this whole ordeal.
Muse:
sighs... ok... 💔
being an artist is truly a blessing and a curse
Me:
Absolutely.
They have the power to draw anything. From Renaissance paintings to fictional wolves.
Muse:
they also suffer from a deep incurable sadness
god made me good at art and shit at everything else because if my ambitions went unchecked i would have bested him in hand to hand combat by age 16
Me:
This is where I lose track of the conversation.
Back to the topic at hand — will you spend the last day of the Cultural Festival with me?
Muse:
oh my god
why did i start kicking my feet
okay i will IF you promise me that it's a real date
Me:
You're still stuck on that?
Muse:
yes
it doesn't even have to be anything romantic just be nice to me
Me:
The bar is in hell.
I guess it is a date then.
Muse:
a real one?
Me:
A real one.
Muse:
HAH
I WIN
the manloserification of al-haitham has been 100% completed ❤️🔥❤️🔥
Me:
Whatever that means.
Muse:
it means that you yearn for me to the point where your head is full of my thoughts #selfdeception
Me:
Go sleep.
It's late.
Muse:
that's not a no though 🤭
Me:
...
No, it isn't.
delivered (10:47 PM)
al-haitham has the looks of a depressed english professor and the soul of a whore