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“Look, darling,” said a young woman, not far from where Aether stood. “This bracelet would make a lovely gift, don’t you think?”

“You’re dropping hints for your Christmas present again, aren’t you?” her boyfriend replied with a chuckle. “You do this every year — I’m starting to recognize the signs.”

Aether’s gaze lingered on the couple for a moment, their faces softly illuminated by the warm glow of the Christmas lights as they browsed the displays together. A tender smile lit up their expressions, a simple and shared happiness. The sight pierced Aether straight through the heart. He quickly looked away, struggling against the wave of melancholy threatening to engulf him.

He wandered the city’s glowing streets, a light layer of snow crunching beneath his boots. The winter air bit gently at his cheeks as he walked with slow, deliberate steps, leaving behind fleeting footprints in his wake. He clutched a black umbrella tightly in one hand, sheltering himself from the drifting snowflakes. His work bag bumped rhythmically against his hip — a constant reminder of his daily obligations.

The shop windows sparkled with festive brilliance, meticulously decorated for the holiday season. Twinkling garlands, colourful baubles, and grand Christmas trees caught the eyes of passers-by, all of whom seemed delighted, one more enchanted than the next. But Aether did not share in this collective joy.

The streets rang with a continuous chorus of Christmas songs. Familiar melodies filled the air, conjuring memories of childhood, of warmth and togetherness. Yet for Aether, those tunes belonged to another time, another world. The festive season, so palpable all around him, could not pierce the barrier of his inner solitude. He walked on, his umbrella forming a fragile shelter against the cheerful, bustling world that surrounded him.

His steps carried him through avenues lined with lampposts crowned in holly wreaths. The snow fell more thickly now, draping the sidewalks in a silent, unspoiled blanket, muffling the city’s noise. He felt the winter’s chill slipping under his coat, but did not slow. Each gust of icy wind crept beneath his scarf, anchoring him to the present moment. He tightened his coat around him, searching for some fragment of warmth in this frozen evening.

In the distance, a street clock chimed the hour, its bells mingling with the carols echoing through the city. Aether looked up, watching the snowflakes dance in the light of the streetlamps. Each flake seemed to follow its own delicate path, a fleeting ballet before settling on the ground. The sight brought him a strange comfort, a reminder of life’s transient beauty. And yet, despite this, the emptiness within him remained.

Above the streets, luminous decorations formed arches of light, each crossing like an entrance to some enchanted realm. But Aether passed beneath them without seeing. He was lost in thought. The smiles, the children’s laughter, the cheerful voices of families filled the air around him, yet they seemed distant, muffled behind some invisible wall. He walked on, each step carrying him deeper into this December night, his mind adrift in silent reflection, filled with unspoken hopes and unhealed regrets.

“He would’ve loved that kind of gift. I’m sure of it,” he murmured to himself, as he came to a stop before a shop window.

Aether stood still before a sporting goods store, his eyes fixed on a display of basketball equipment. Orange-toned balls, sleek shoes with aerodynamic designs, and jerseys hanging with precision — each item conjured memories he had long tried to bury. His gaze lingered on every detail, each object stirring up moments shared with his former boyfriend — the first love of his life. He remembered the burning passion the boy had for basketball, the infectious enthusiasm in his voice when speaking of his favourite players, the thrill of the games they used to watch together.

Caught in the undertow of these memories, Aether felt a strange, bittersweet nostalgia. The snow had begun to fall more heavily, but he remained motionless, the umbrella held absentmindedly above his head. Flakes melted as they touched the ground, forming icy puddles around his boots. He barely noticed the couples and families flowing past him, their laughter and chatter reaching him only as faint echoes, distant and blurred. Their joy only deepened the contrast with his own quiet loneliness.

A year had passed since he’d been alone. He retraced the days in his mind — a procession of monotonous routines and too-silent nights. Time had not erased the sting of separation, and each happy memory now echoed with a painful clarity. He recalled the afternoons spent at the courts, the way he had cheered him on from the stands, the easy camaraderie that had bound them on and off the field. Each detail returned with sharp, unsettling precision, making his solitude feel all the more unbearable.

The snow was falling in heavy flakes now, gathering on the sidewalks and rooftops of the little shops. Aether could feel the cold seeping through his clothes, but he paid it no mind. He stood there, motionless, as if frozen in time, memories swirling in his mind like the snowflakes in the air. He was reliving their walks through the snow, the endless discussions about game strategies, the bursts of laughter shared after a hard-won victory. Everything felt so close, and yet unbearably distant.

Life continued around him — the Christmas lights flickering cheerfully, passersby hurrying along to escape the biting cold. But Aether remained in his cocoon of sorrow, unable to tear himself away from the memories that clung to him. He knew he had to move forward, to leave the past behind, but in that moment, he lacked the strength. The images of his former love, of the happiness they once shared, kept replaying before his eyes, each detail reigniting the pain of a loss he had yet to overcome.

“Oh, but...” He fell silent, his attention suddenly caught by the basketball. It was the new one his ex had wanted, the one he couldn’t afford.

Aether stepped away from the window with reluctance, leaving behind the flood of memories that had overwhelmed him. He continued on through the snow, his umbrella offering little protection from the persistent flakes that clung to his cheeks. The melodies of Christmas carols floated in the air, a cruel contrast to the gloom that clouded his thoughts. All around him, people smiled and laughed, sharing moments of joy. But Aether wore a mask of sorrow, a deep sense of isolation amidst a season meant to be spent surrounded by loved ones.

December had barely begun, and already he wished it were over. Each day felt like another ordeal, a slow march toward an uncertain future. The weight of solitude pressed down on him more heavily than ever, each smile, each burst of laughter around him a stinging reminder of what he had lost. As he walked, his thoughts kept circling back to that fateful day — the moment when everything had begun to unravel.

He recalled the argument — trivial at first, but it had escalated beyond control. A disagreement over their future, one that had seemed impossible to bridge. Aether had wanted to build a family, to lay down something real and lasting. At twenty-five, he had felt ready to turn that dream into reality. But Xiao, his partner of four years, hadn’t shared the same vision. He had said he wasn’t ready, that he didn’t want that kind of responsibility, not yet. The divide had widened between them, a growing distance neither of them knew how to cross.

Aether relived that moment again and again, wondering if there was something he could have said, or done differently. He remembered the words they exchanged, the tension building until it finally snapped. They had parted in raised voices, their incompatible desires tearing them apart. Aether remembered the tears he had held back until he was alone, the hollow ache that bloomed in his chest when he realized it was truly over. That day, he hadn’t just lost the man he loved — he had lost a part of himself.

The snow continued to fall, blanketing the city in a veil of pristine white. Aether wandered with no real destination, his thoughts guiding his steps more than any intention. He felt the chill of winter down to his bones, but it was nothing compared to the cold he had carried within since the day they broke apart. Every falling snowflake seemed like a reminder of how delicate beauty could be, how something pure could vanish in an instant.

The Christmas lights blinked around him, but all he could see were the shadows of the past. Every street, every corner whispered Xiao’s name, recalled the happy moments they had shared. Aether kept walking, his umbrella tilted low to avoid meeting strangers’ eyes, trying to hide the grief etched into his features. He knew time would eventually dull the pain, but right now, the wound was too raw, too deep. The world moved on without him, swept up in the joy and excitement of the holidays, while he remained frozen in his memories, caught in the long, quiet year that had followed the end of his first great love.

"I wonder if he’s doing alright… if he’s found what he was looking for," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "He deserved it, after all."

“Mom, Dad, should we invite big bro and his girlfriend for Christmas?” a small boy asked as Aether passed by.

“Of course,” the mother replied gently. “They might even bring you a present.”

“Yay! They’re the best!”

Aether had returned to Liyue after a year away — a homecoming heavy with melancholy and new resolutions. He had left the city to escape the weight of his memories, the pain of the breakup, the constant echoes of what once was. Over the past year, he had thrown himself into his work at a real estate agency, climbing the ranks through tireless effort and unwavering focus. The long hours and dedication had earned him a significant promotion, clear recognition of his talent. Yet, despite the professional success, an emptiness lingered — a space no achievement could ever truly fill.

When the job offer in Liyue arrived, Aether had hesitated. The city was saturated with memories, every street corner a silent testament to his old life, to Xiao. But in the end, he had accepted, choosing to see it as a chance to confront his ghosts, to finally close the chapter. He found a new apartment downtown — sleek, modern, nothing like the cozy, cluttered space he had once shared with his ex. This new home was symbolic: a clean slate, a foundation on which to rebuild.

Despite the move and the slow return to normalcy, Aether hadn’t fallen in love again. The people he met throughout the year had sparked nothing lasting. He tried — sincerely, at times — to open up, to allow himself to care. But every connection, no matter how pleasant, remained skin-deep. He found himself, again and again, comparing these new faces to Xiao. And in the quiet aftermath of those meetings, it always became clear that none could truly measure up to the love he had lost.

Life in Liyue began to resume its rhythm. Aether adapted to his new position, the added responsibilities, the expectations. The city — with its strange blend of ancient stone and neon lights — embraced him in its own way. The noisy markets, the solemn temples, the winding alleys and towering skyline — everything felt simultaneously familiar and distant. He often wandered through the bustling streets, watching the lives unfolding around him, seeking a fragile balance between who he had been and who he was trying to become.

But the nights were hardest. Loneliness crept in with the silence, echoing against the walls of his apartment. He often found himself reflecting on the past, on what he could have done differently — thoughts that haunted him but also fueled his resolve to move forward. Each morning, he rose with a quiet determination to carve out a new life, even if the weight of memory made every step feel heavier than the last.

Aether knew the road would be long. But he was no longer running. He was learning to stand still, to feel, to forgive — and perhaps, one day, to love again. Returning to Liyue wasn’t just a return to a city; it was a return to himself, a search for peace with the past so he could finally open his arms to the future.

“…I should probably get him some toys,” Aether murmured, fingers tightening around the handle of his umbrella. “He gets lonely when I’m not home… poor cat.”

Aether had taken in a little cat a month ago — an unexpected encounter that had brought a breath of fresh air into his life. He had found it one rainy day, right outside his door. Heavy drops pelted the soaked pavement, forming puddles of grimy water. Curled up beneath the porch railing, a tiny kitten with fur as black as night stared out at the world. Its golden eyes pierced the gloom, a mix of fear and defiance. Aether had felt a strange connection to that lone, frightened creature. It reminded him of someone he had once loved.

The cat was fiercely aggressive, hissing and spitting the moment Aether came near. But beneath that hostility was a palpable terror, a distrust shaped by past hardships he could only guess at. Moved by the animal’s distress, Aether crouched and offered it food. That first attempt ended in failure — the kitten spat at him, its fur bristling into a ball of hostility. But Aether, unwilling to give up, persisted. Each day, through pouring rain or biting cold, he returned to leave out food, silent and patient, hoping to earn the animal’s trust.

Day after day, Aether came to the same spot, always bringing food, always making sure the cat had shelter from the elements. He spoke softly, never trying to touch it, never forcing closeness. Slowly, the kitten began to grow used to his presence. Its wariness didn’t vanish, but it crept closer and closer to the meals left behind, golden eyes ever watchful of its quiet benefactor.

Then, one day, when snow had replaced the rain, the cat made a decisive move. It allowed Aether to touch it — just a gentle stroke, its black coat gleaming under the streetlight. The moment was brief, timid, but it marked a turning point. Afterwards, the cat had followed Aether inside, crossing the threshold of his apartment with a mixture of caution and curiosity. From that day on, the little feline was officially his.

The cat gradually grew accustomed to its new home, exploring each corner with cautious precision. The first days were marked by a respectful distance — the kitten preferred to observe Aether from afar. But slowly, it began to draw nearer, curling up in Aether’s lap while he worked, purring softly when touched. The bond between them became a source of mutual comfort, a calming presence in both their lives.

In this fragile companionship, Aether found a kind of healing — a small but meaningful salve for his loneliness. The care he gave to this creature offered him a reassuring rhythm, a daily reminder of the quiet strength in patience and gentleness. And the cat, in turn, had found safety, a shelter from the harshness of the outside world. Together, they navigated this new balance, each offering the other a spark of hope in the dark days of winter.

Aether hurried home, his footsteps echoing on the wet pavement as he crossed the city. Shops were closing, merchants packed up their stalls — but he paid no attention to the bustle. His mind was fixed on the thought of returning, on the warm refuge of his apartment. He quickened his pace, the cold wind stinging his cheeks, Christmas lights blurring into a glowing mosaic before his eyes.

He reached the building and climbed the stairs quickly, ignoring the fatigue pulling at his limbs. Every step brought him closer to his destination — to the quiet peace and the one small soul waiting for him. At the top floor, he pulled out his keys with fingers numbed by the cold, turned the lock, and pushed the door open. Almost immediately, an impatient meow echoed through the hallway.

His cat darted toward him, rubbing its small body against Aether’s legs with overwhelming affection. A gentle warmth spread through his chest at the display of love. He let his umbrella fall in a quiet thud to the floor, his bag slipping from his shoulder to land softly beside it. Without a second thought, he bent down to scoop the little feline into his arms.

The touch of the silky fur against his cold skin was comforting. Aether held the cat close, savoring the warmth and softness of the moment. He buried his face in the black fur, feeling the vibrations of the cat’s purrs against his chest. Fleeting kisses, light as feathers, were placed on the cat’s head — each one a silent expression of the love and gratitude he carried within.

The feline purred even louder, golden eyes half-closing under his caresses. Aether could feel the tiny claws flex and retract in a sign of pure contentment. The outside world, with its burdens and noise, faded away, replaced by this small, still haven. He sat down on the couch, the cat nestled against him, and allowed his thoughts to settle entirely on the present.

The soft hum of the heater, the steady ticking of the wall clock, and Minuit’s constant purring wove together into a soothing symphony. Aether finally let himself relax, every muscle in his body unwinding in the gentle cocoon of stillness. Coming home had become more than a daily habit — it was a return to peace, a quiet immersion in affection. It reminded him that, despite loneliness and everything life had taken from him, moments of simple, undistilled happiness still existed.

“I know someone who couldn’t wait for me to get back,” Aether said softly, speaking to the cat as he stroked its belly. “You missed me, didn’t you, Xiao?”

He had named the cat Xiao — a choice that had not been made lightly. There was something about the kitten that had reminded him of his first love, a resemblance that went far beyond mere coincidence. From the very first meeting, when those golden eyes had gleamed out of the darkness, Aether had felt a jolt of recognition. Those eyes, so full of life and mystery, were the same ones that had once looked into his with such intense emotion.

The cat’s sleek black coat also echoed the dark hair of that lost love. Every stroke along Xiao’s back brought him back to moments when his fingers had tangled in another’s hair — moments that now lived only in memory. The sensory overlap between past and present created a deep and aching bond, making the cat’s presence all the more precious, and symbolic. Each time he held Xiao close, Aether felt a strange, quiet nostalgia — as though some forgotten piece of his past had found its way back to him.

The cat’s personality mirrored that of his former companion as well. Xiao the cat bore the same mix of independence and quiet affection, the same ability to seem distant while still craving a sincere bond. That initial hostility — the suspicion, the walls carefully built — reminded Aether of the emotional barriers Xiao, the man, had once kept around his heart. And just as he had done then, Aether had once again chosen patience, kindness, persistence — and had been met, eventually, with trust.

Each day, Xiao’s presence became a mirror of memory. Aether found in this relationship a quiet comfort, a way to revisit his past without the sharpness of grief. The moments he shared with the cat were laced with bittersweet softness — a merging of what had been and what was now, of memory and present warmth. And in this quiet fusion, Aether found a kind of healing — a space where he could honor what he had lost while still moving gently forward.

Naming the cat Xiao had been, in its own way, an act of mourning and of love — a means of keeping a cherished memory alive while making peace with its absence. This fragile tether to the past, embodied in soft fur and golden eyes, allowed Aether to transmute sorrow into gentleness, grief into care. Every time he called the cat’s name, he felt a quiet echo inside him — a reminder of love once held and never truly gone.

Thus, each interaction with Xiao became a private ritual, a tender dance between remembrance and reality. The cat, with his glowing eyes and shadow-dark fur, had become more than a companion. He was a bridge between two chapters of Aether’s life — a constant reminder of the beauty and fragility of human connection.

“You’ve put on some weight. That’s good,” murmured the boy with the long blond braid, lifting the cat toward his face. “But we’ll need to slow down on the kibble, or I won’t be able to carry you anymore.”

The only response was a fresh wave of purring.

“What do you say to a little toy mouse for Christmas?” Aether asked Xiao the cat, holding him snugly against his chest. “And for dinner… a nice pâté.”

This year, Aether would be spending Christmas Eve alone — his only company, the quiet, ever-watchful presence of Xiao the cat. The thought of such a solitary evening stood in stark contrast to the memories of the previous year, when he had shared the holiday with his former boyfriend. Now, every ritual of preparation seemed tinged with a quiet melancholy. Each ornament he touched, each soft melody that drifted from the radio, stirred ghosts of moments once shared, now gone.

Last year, the home had been filled with laughter and warmth. He and Xiao — the man — had decorated the tree together, their fingers brushing as they hung ornaments, each one carrying a story, a shared memory. They had cooked side by side in the kitchen, bickering playfully over the best way to bake the cookies, flour dusting their clothes and noses like snow. The evening had unfolded in the golden glow of candlelight, glances exchanged across the table, soft and knowing. There had been a kind of magic in that night, the kind that didn’t need words.

Those memories, though now tinged with pain, remained precious to Aether — a testament to the love they had once nurtured. They were echoes of a time when his heart had been full, when the days had felt brighter simply because someone else had been there to share them.

But this year, he would be alone.

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Aether was smoking on his balcony, his gaze drifting over the cityscape that stretched out before him. The daylight flooded the streets below, revealing the intricate architecture of the buildings and the slow stirrings of life unfolding in the distance. Each puff of smoke he exhaled dissolved quickly into the frigid air, rising in fleeting swirls before vanishing altogether. The winter chill clung to his shoulders, biting through the fabric of his coat, but he remained still, absorbed by the churn of memories and thoughts that anchored him in place.

He only smoked when he missed his former lover, when he longed to recall the taste of his lips, always tinged with that distinct trace of tobacco. It had become a private ritual, almost sacred — a way of conjuring the echo of closeness, of tenderness once shared. The cigarette between his fingers carried with it a familiarity that was strangely comforting, like reaching out and brushing the edge of something lost but not entirely gone.

The cold was sharp that day. His fingers had gone numb despite the faint warmth radiating from the cigarette. Aether pulled his coat tighter around him, his eyes scanning the distant sprawl. That was when he noticed it — the Starbucks they used to frequent before he left the city. The green and white sign stood out crisply among the muted buildings, and with it came a sudden wave of nostalgia. He hadn’t noticed it yesterday. Now, it seemed to gleam with a strange clarity, dragging to the surface memories he hadn’t invited.

Every morning, once upon a time, he and his former boyfriend would stop there, sipping coffee, their conversations animated, full of laughter and sparks of connection. The bitter taste of the brew, the mingled heat of steam and fingertips brushing over a shared cup — it had been a part of their rhythm, their mornings. Seeing the place now, unchanged, after everything, cast a soft, aching light on those recollections. He remembered how they used to sit side by side, hands brushing unintentionally, eyes meeting with silent affection.

The city carried on below him — traffic sounds rising, people rushing past each other, lives moving forward. Yet he stood apart, still and removed, like a ghost watching from a place outside time. Everything in motion below only seemed to highlight his own stillness, the slow inward turning of his thoughts. The world was happening, but he was elsewhere.

The memory of those mornings at Starbucks, of that boy, formed a dense weave of sensation and longing. Despite the deepening cold, Aether found a strange comfort in it all. The cigarette burned slowly between his fingers — a quiet metaphor for his thoughts, glowing gently, then vanishing into the clear winter air.

When the last of the cigarette was spent, Aether cast a final glance toward the café, as though he could imprint the image on his mind. He crushed the stub into the ashtray with a decisive gesture, one that seemed to close the chapter he’d just reopened. The taste of tobacco lingered on his lips — a memory made tangible in the coldness of the real world.

“Nothing’s changed in this city,” he murmured, a faint sigh escaping his lips. “They should’ve torn that damn Starbucks down years ago.”

He pressed his lips together and lit a second cigarette, reluctant to let go of the stillness that cloaked him. Leaning his elbows on the cold iron rail, he let the chill seep into his skin. Down below, the chorus of car horns rose and fell, a restless soundtrack to city life. People hurried across intersections, bundled in layers, and somewhere in that din, Aether remained suspended — unmoving, untouched.

His long blond hair, unbound this time, fell freely over his shoulders and down his back, catching the light in soft waves. The strands shimmered against the gray tones of the wintry sky, a flicker of warmth against the steel of the landscape. Aether inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling in a slow, practiced rhythm. Each puff brought a small measure of relief, a break from the endless circuit of thought.

As he smoked, absorbed in the city’s distant hum, a soft meow broke the quiet around him. Xiao, his cat, had come to brush against his legs, insistent and affectionate. Aether looked down and met those golden eyes, full of calm and quiet curiosity. The contrast between the bitter air and the feline warmth pressing against him brought a small, unexpected comfort. Aether felt something loosen in his chest — a fragile warmth rising to soften the ache.

The cat, with its glossy black fur, wove around his legs, clearly demanding attention. Aether bent down, stroking the cat’s head with a tenderness that felt almost involuntary. The steady purring that answered him reverberated against the silence of his thoughts, anchoring him. That simple touch, the presence of another living soul, reminded him that he wasn’t entirely alone. That even in the absence of human closeness, some connections endured.

He kept smoking, his mind drifting between the ghosts of what had been and the quiet truths of what remained. The weight of Xiao against his ankles, the low, vibrating purr, it all grounded him — this thread of life that stitched his past to the present. He remembered mornings with his ex-boyfriend on this very balcony, moments of softness that felt light years away now. And yet, here was Xiao — the cat — an echo and a presence, both a memory and a balm.

The cigarette’s smoke danced and curled into the cold, its patterns vanishing before they could ever settle. Aether watched it go, mesmerized by its impermanence. It felt honest — this brief life of smoke. Each breath in, each exhale, was a way of marking time, of remembering and letting go.

“Come begging for affection, is that it?” he asked softly, a small laugh in his voice. “Well, you win.”

Aether crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, watching the last tendrils of smoke rise and dissipate into the cold morning air. The sound of the butt pressed against the metal echoed faintly—a delicate echo in the silence of his balcony. He bent down to pick up Xiao, the cat, who continued to rub affectionately against his legs. Holding the animal in his arms, Aether felt a comforting warmth spread through him, a stark contrast to the biting cold that had wrapped around him moments before.

He cuddled the cat close, seeking to soothe a mind already troubled by memories and loneliness. The softness of Xiao’s fur against his cheek, the soothing purr that emanated from the feline—these all helped to ease the inner turmoil gnawing at Aether. Every caress, every gentle motion toward the cat was an attempt to calm the waves of nostalgia and sadness surging within him. His connection with Xiao, though different from that with his former companion, brought a tangible, immediate form of comfort.

Returning inside the apartment, Aether closed the sliding door to the balcony, cutting off the chill outside and the restless noise of the city. The sound of the door shutting—the soft click of glass against frame—marked a clear boundary between the tumultuous world beyond and the quiet refuge of his home. The apartment’s atmosphere was suffused with a gentle warmth, heightened by Xiao nestled against him. Aether felt calm beginning to return, each step inside his personal sanctuary distancing him from the troubling thoughts of the city and painful memories.

The interior was modestly furnished, but every object, every piece of furniture held a story, a fragment of life. Aether settled onto the sofa, placing Xiao on his lap. The cat curled into a ball, finding a comfortable position, and continued to purr softly. Aether ran his fingers through the animal’s silky fur, his mind gradually unwinding. The repetitive, soothing act of stroking the cat took on an almost meditative quality, each movement helping to still the swirling thoughts.

The living room was bathed in soft light, filtered through the curtains, creating a serene and comforting atmosphere. Aether glanced around, aware of the tranquillity that filled the space. The simple furniture, the neutral colours—all contributed to an ambiance of calm. He let himself be enveloped by this stillness, feeling a quiet gratitude for the refuge he had built for himself.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Aether listened to Xiao’s calming purrs and the distant sounds of the city, now muffled by the apartment’s walls. He breathed deeply, savoring the warmth of the cat against him and the newfound peace settling in his mind. This moment of calm, though fleeting, was precious—a reminder that even in solitude and melancholy, he could find instances of peace and solace.

Opening his eyes, Aether watched his sleeping cat, a soft smile touching his lips. Xiao, with his constant presence and unconditional affection, brought a kind of healing he had not anticipated. The cat, with his golden eyes and black fur, had become an indispensable companion, a living link to his memories and a source of comfort in his moments of solitude. Aether surrendered to this shared tenderness, finding in Xiao’s presence a glimmer of hope and serenity amid the winter of his soul.

“At least you won’t leave me,” the young man murmured softly, his eyes reflecting a flicker of sadness. “We’re stuck together for a long while, I promise you that.”

At last, Aether resolved to call Kazuha and announce his return to the city. He reached for his phone on the coffee table, his fingers gliding lightly over the cold screen. Xiao, nestled against him, purred softly, his half-closed eyes growing heavier under Aether’s soothing strokes. The silky fur beneath his fingertips brought a subtle comfort, easing the nervousness that welled up inside him at the thought of reconnecting with an old friend.

He scrolled through his contacts, quickly finding Kazuha’s number. His fingers trembled slightly as he pressed the button to place the call. The ringing tone echoed in the stillness of the apartment, each beep resonating like an echo inside his mind. He kept stroking Xiao, feeling the steady rhythm of the purring against his chest—a reassuring constant amid the uncertainty.

Memories of his encounters with Kazuha surfaced, mingling nostalgia with apprehension. Kazuha had always been a close friend, someone he could count on, yet time and distance had woven an invisible barrier between them. Aether wondered how Kazuha would react to his return—whether awkwardness or a new distance would shadow their reunion. The phone continued to ring, and every second stretched endlessly, amplifying his doubts and questions.

Finally, the distinctive click signaled that Kazuha had answered. Aether felt his heart quicken, his mind racing to find the right words to start the conversation. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, his fingers continuing their absent caress of Xiao’s soft fur. The cat’s comforting presence helped him maintain his composure, anchoring him in this emotionally charged moment.

“Hello?” came a male voice through the receiver. “I’m not dreaming—it's really you, Aether?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He let out a nervous chuckle, tracing small circles on his cat’s coat with his fingers. “I thought it would be good to call you. After all, it’s been a while.”

“I’ll correct you there—it’s been exactly a year since you left without a word to anyone.” Kazuha’s tone carried a hint of reproach. “Still, it’s good to know you’re alright.”

“I was calling to let you know I’m back in town. Actually, I’ve been back a few days now.”

“Really? You’re not leaving again?”

“Well, that depends on the offers I get. The best one was in Liyue, so I didn’t have much choice.”

“Don’t talk like you’ve already planned to leave again, idiot.” The boy chuckled affectionately, while voices could be heard in the background behind him. “I’d like to see you—to catch up on lost time.”

“I’m not working today.” The blond replied, switching the phone to speaker and placing it beside him so he could stroke his cat more freely. “I’m free. How about you?”

“I’m free too.” Kazuha answered cheerfully. “It’s my day off, and I was just out shopping. If you want, we could meet at Starbucks.”

“Alright, that works for me.”

“I’m on my way.”

Aether hung up after arranging to meet Kazuha at Starbucks, a wave of excitement swelling within him at the thought of seeing his old friend again. He rose from the couch, leaving Xiao comfortably nestled beneath the blanket, the cat peacefully asleep. A gentle tenderness filled his heart as he looked upon the sleeping feline—a silent yet comforting presence in his apartment.

Hurriedly preparing for his outing, Aether slipped on his long coat, feeling the warmth of the fabric wrap around him as he buttoned it up to the collar. His shoes slid across the apartment floor as he quickly put them on, each movement charged with a palpable excitement at the prospect of reconnecting with his friend. Every gesture carried the electric anticipation of reunion, stirring a whirlwind of emotions inside him.

Stepping outside, he closed the door behind him, leaving behind the quiet sanctuary of his home to face the city’s restless clamor. The sounds of the street poured into his ears as he descended the stairs of his building, the biting winter air brushing his face as he crossed the threshold.

He walked briskly, his footsteps echoing on the snow-dusted pavement as he made his way toward the designated Starbucks. The street bustled with life—passersby hurrying in both directions, the ceaseless murmur of the city filling the air. Aether felt himself carried along by the flow of the crowd, his mind already turned toward the reunion awaiting him with Kazuha.

After five minutes of swift walking, he finally reached the Starbucks, its familiar green-and-white sign gleaming. His heart raced in his chest as he pushed open the café door, anticipating the warmth inside and the coming embrace of friendship. And there, amid the crowd, he saw Kazuha—his face lit by a warm smile, a silent yet promising welcome as they met again, ready to share a moment of camaraderie and reunion.

“You haven’t changed a bit!” Kazuha exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. “Well, except maybe you’ve lost some weight.”

“You know, diets and all that…”

“Yeah, or maybe something else.”

“We’ve just reunited and you’re already starting to pester me?” Aether joked, stepping out of the embrace.

“That’s a good sign then,” the white-haired boy said with a small smile. “It means I’ve missed you.”

“I've missed you too, Kazuha,” the blond-haired boy replied, returning the smile.

They stepped inside the Starbucks, immediately enveloped by the warm welcome of music and soft lights as they crossed the threshold. Aether felt a wave of relief wash over him, leaving behind the biting cold for the café’s comforting warmth. Their footsteps echoed against the tiled floor as they headed toward a free table, leaving the street’s commotion behind to find a moment of calm and intimacy.

Kazuha settled into the seat opposite Aether, a friendly smile brightening his face as he prepared to share the latest news from their mutual social circle. Aether listened intently, absorbing each word with a mixture of interest and curiosity. The stories and gossip flowing from Kazuha’s lips painted a vivid tableau of the lives of those they knew—a patchwork of emotions and adventures that breathed life into their everyday world.

As Kazuha spoke, Aether found himself carried away by the colorful tales and juicy anecdotes. The dramas of relationships, career changes, stories of love and loss—all unfolded before him like a living, shifting canvas of daily existence. At times, his heart tightened, touched by the anguish of some, moved by the joy of others.

Kazuha’s expressions mirrored the full spectrum of feeling—flitting from amusement to compassion, wonder to sorrow. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he shared the latest news, his face animated by the ebb and flow of the stories he recounted. Aether watched him with quiet tenderness, recognizing in his friend’s openness a sincere generosity in sharing these intimate moments.

“So, Venti lost his job and turned to alcohol to cope,” Kazuha related, his face shadowed with sadness. “One day, he called me, saying he thought nothing would ever get better. I decided to help. I got him into rehab, and he’s been doing much better since.”

“Venti was always the kindest among us—he didn’t deserve that,” Aether murmured, sighing softly with a trace of sorrow.

“Well, you didn’t deserve what happened to you either,” Kazuha replied, his tone sharpening. “Honestly, I’ll never forgive Xiao for what he did. You were about to get engaged…”

“It’s not entirely his fault,” the boy protested, eyes dropping to the table. “We ended things by mutual agreement. We simply wanted different things.”

“But he moved on pretty fast, didn’t he?”

“I can’t blame him for that—I did the same.”

“He’s pathetic, I'm telling you.” Kazuha pulled his phone from his pocket and began typing. “Three months after your breakup, he started dating some guy. And when I say pathetic, that’s what I mean. Wait, lemme get the picture..."

Kazuha pulled out his phone and, with a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips, showed Aether a photo. Aether’s gaze settled on the screen, his heart tightening slightly as he saw the face of his ex-boyfriend’s new lover. The young man had short blond hair, facial features that seemed strangely familiar to Aether’s own, though he tried hard not to make too obvious a comparison. Their eyes were different colors, yet there was a haunting similarity in their expression—in the way they held their gaze steady and proud.

Aether scrutinized the photo, struggling to conceal the turmoil bubbling inside him. The resemblance between his ex’s new partner and himself was striking, almost unsettling. He wondered what it meant—was it merely coincidence, or was there something deeper at play? A sense of unease crept through him, mingled with a sharp edge of curiosity, confusion, and jealousy.

Yet despite the unrest within, Aether maintained his composure, refusing to let his emotions betray him. He regarded the photo with feigned neutrality, a carefully crafted mask of indifference fixed upon his face. Inside, however, his mind churned, questions spinning relentlessly through his thoughts. Why did his ex’s new lover resemble him so much? Was it a sign from fate or simply a strange chance?

Aether’s attention was drawn to the peculiar smile Xiao wore in the photo—a glimmer of perplexity flickered in his eyes. He couldn’t help but notice how forced it seemed, like the smiles children give in family portraits when they try too hard.

Despite the swirling thoughts, Aether remained silent. He did not want to open that conversation, fearing the stirring of emotions best left buried. He simply handed the phone back to Kazuha with a faint smile, skillfully masking the storm raging in his mind.

“See, he tried to find a clone to replace you,” the red-haired young man resumed, just as a waiter approached their table.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence, I—”

“Hello, sorry for the waiting,” the waiter interrupted, cutting off the blond-haired boy mid-sentence. “What can I get you?”

“I’ll have a milk coffee with two sugars, please,” Kazuha said, a slight smile on his lips.

“For me, a strawberry smoothie,” Aether replied, barely sparing the waiter a glance.

“I’ll bring those right away.”

The waiter moved away from their table after taking their order, leaving Aether and Kazuha immersed in their lively conversation. The café buzzed around them, the chatter of patrons blending with the hum of espresso machines and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen. Aether let himself be carried away by the atmosphere, savoring this brief respite of companionship with his friend.

Suddenly, a dull thud echoed from the kitchen, abruptly interrupting their exchange. Instinctively, Aether turned toward the source of the sound, his eyes searching for what might have caused the sudden disruption. His gaze swept the room, but he saw nothing unusual—only the orderly movements of servers and customers going about their business.

Yet the noise had been real—a sharp metallic clang that hung momentarily in the air before fading away. A wave of unease crept over Aether, a shiver running down his spine as he wondered what might have happened behind the scenes. Thoughts swirled in his mind, conjuring all manner of possibilities, from a simple accident to something more ominous.

He exchanged a puzzled look with Kazuha, whose expression mirrored his own confusion. They shared questioning glances, silently seeking answers in each other’s eyes. Still, neither found a satisfactory explanation for the mysterious sound—an elusive echo that lingered in their thoughts.

A tense nervousness settled in the air, a faint aura of worry hovering between them as they resumed their conversation with a slight hesitation. The noise had cast a shadow over their moment of ease, a discordant note in the harmony of their renewed friendship.

“I think the person making the drinks wasn’t paying attention and knocked something over, don’t worry,” Kazuha offered.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

As they talked about their careers, caught up in an animated conversation, the waiter returned to their table with the drinks they had ordered. Aether and Kazuha paused briefly, their attention drawn to the cups set before them. The waiter placed the beverages down with a polite smile, then moved away to attend to other tasks.

Aether took a sip of his drink, an automatic gesture that suddenly turned into a troubling experience. No sooner had the liquid touched his lips than his body stiffened, his senses sharpening abruptly. A strange sensation overwhelmed him—a familiar taste that hit him full force, momentarily stealing his breath away.

He choked slightly, his body reacting instinctively to this unexpected discovery. His eyes widened in surprise as his mind scrambled to comprehend what had just happened. A rush of memories flooded his thoughts, images and sensations rising to the surface with irresistible force.

Aether found himself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The flavor of his drink stirred buried memories, moments he had thought long forgotten now returning with startling clarity. He felt a lump form in his throat, a poignant nostalgia washing over him as he recalled the past with unsettling intensity.

“Is something wrong with your drink?” his friend asked, a touch of concern in his voice.

“No, I’m fine,” the boy replied simply, before smiling. “I just choked on it by accident.”

“That’s good—I thought they’d put poison in your smoothie.”

“What a good thought...”

Aether smiled to himself as he gazed at his strawberry smoothie, a thin drizzle of chocolate slowly swirling inside. It was a tiny detail, almost insignificant to most people, but to Aether, it was a touch of familiarity that resonated deeply within him. For years, he had complained that strawberry smoothies always lacked that little hint of chocolate to make them perfect. It was one of his small quirks, a personal preference that made him unique.

The mere presence of the chocolate drizzle in his smoothie drew a nostalgic smile from him—a reminder of the many times he had shared this preference with Xiao. It was as if someone had guessed his secret, taken the time to understand and accommodate it. That simple gesture filled him with warmth and comfort, a feeling of connection with another person who shared his tastes and preferences.

Aether took a sip of his smoothie, savoring each drop with obvious delight. The sweet blend of fresh strawberries and melting chocolate in his mouth gave him a simple yet profound pleasure. He felt wrapped in a bubble of happiness, a moment of solace amid the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Simply knowing that someone had gone out of their way to fulfill his unspoken desire filled him with gratitude and appreciation. And in that moment of communion with his chocolate-strawberry smoothie, Aether felt deeply thankful for that connection, fleeting though it might be.

“With all this, I didn’t even notice the time flying!” exclaimed the red-haired boy cheerfully. “We’ve been here for over two hours.”

“Really?” Aether grabbed his phone and glanced at the time. “I’ll have to get going.”

“Me too.”

“Want to take a walk through the Christmas market before we go?”

“Gladly, maybe I’ll find some decorations for my Christmas tree.”

Leaving the café, Aether left a generous tip for the person who had prepared his drink, grateful for the little touch that had added a spark of joy to his experience. With Kazuha by his side, they set off for a stroll through the bustling city streets, soaking in the festive atmosphere that surrounded them. The streets were adorned with twinkling lights, the stalls of the Christmas market bursting with colors and enticing scents, creating a warm and joyful ambiance.

They walked side by side, exchanging jokes and memories, savoring this brief moment of renewed friendship and closeness. Aether felt light, freed from the burdens that had weighed heavily on his shoulders earlier in the day. Kazuha’s presence was soothing—a reminder of the importance of the bonds that tie us to others, even in the darkest times.

Drawn by the joyful sounds and sparkling lights rising in the distance, they made their way toward the Christmas market. As they drew closer, excitement swelled within them—a palpable anticipation that brought smiles to their faces. The market was crowded with people, the stalls overflowing with handcrafted treasures and culinary delights, creating a true feast for the senses.

They wove their way through the crowd, pausing now and then to admire the colorful displays or sample local specialties. Their steps led them through a maze of cobblestone alleys, where the sounds of festive music mingled with the hum of cheerful conversations. Aether felt transported to another world, far from the worries of everyday life, where only the present moment mattered.

They lingered a little longer at the Christmas market, savoring each instant of this unique experience. But eventually, time slipped away, and Kazuha had to leave, leaving them with the sweet memory of the day spent together. Aether watched his friend walk away with a mixture of sadness and gratitude in his heart, thankful for this shared moment of friendship that had brightened his day.

With a small smile, he hurried home to spend the evening with his cat.

Chapter Text

Aether worked at his desk in the real estate agency, immersed in a familiar routine. His fingers danced mechanically over the keyboard while his mind drifted far from his administrative tasks. There was a framed photo placed delicately beside his screen, a daily reminder that brought him a certain comfort. The picture showed his cat, Xiao, curled up comfortably on the couch, his golden eyes gleaming in the light in a way that seemed almost supernatural.

From time to time, Aether glanced away from the screen to fix his gaze on the photo, a fleeting smile brightening his face. That image represented far more than just a pet; it was a symbol of his resilience and his ability to find warmth and companionship even in the loneliest moments. His eyes would lose themselves in memories of the early days with Xiao—the patience it had taken to earn his trust, and the gentle moments they had shared.

Outside, snow fell silently, wrapping the city in a soft, white blanket. Flakes swirled gently before the window, creating a striking contrast with the warmth and artificial light of his office. The streets were nearly deserted, city sounds muffled by the thick snow. Aether felt an unusual stillness as he watched the winter scene—a welcome pause amid the relentless whirlwind of his thoughts and professional obligations.

He typed on his keyboard with an almost hypnotic regularity, his automatic movements betraying the deeper reflections occupying his mind. Lines of text scrolled on the screen—documents and emails demanding his attention—but his thoughts remained fixed on more personal concerns. Memories of his former love, Xiao, mingled with worries about his uncertain future, creating a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling beneath the surface of his apparent focus.

Hours passed slowly, marked by the steady ticking of the wall clock. Aether sometimes let himself be distracted by the outside view, his mind lingering on the tranquil beauty of the snow and the serenity it brought. The contrast between the storm raging inside his emotions and the quiet outside was striking, intensifying his sense of solitude and introspective reflection.

Yet, he found a certain solace in the routine of his work—a temporary refuge from the turmoil in his mind. The sound of the keys clicking, the clatter of digital files, and the distant murmur of his colleagues’ conversations formed a soothing backdrop. Within this familiar setting, Aether felt grounded, able to navigate between memories of the past and the realities of the present, finding a fragile but necessary balance to keep moving forward.

Thus the day unfolded, each task completed bringing a small victory against the ghosts of his past. And every time he glanced at the photo of Xiao, he was reminded that he was not alone—that even in the darkest moments, there was always a light to guide him.

“The apartment number five hundred sixty was sold last night...” he murmured to himself as he checked off a box on the digital page. “Apartment three hundred ninety is currently up for viewing...”

It was cold, and the atmosphere in the real estate agency was somewhat gloomy. The windows revealed a gray sky heavy with snow, accentuating the sense of chill and melancholy that permeated the space. The central heating struggled to compensate for the bite of winter, and everyone went about their business wrapped in thick sweaters and scarves. Conversations were rare, limited to professional exchanges, and his colleagues’ faces seemed to reflect the same weariness as his own.

Seated at his desk, Aether felt the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. He typed absentmindedly on his keyboard, his thoughts often interrupted by unexpected memories or fleeting daydreams. Sometimes he found himself staring at the apartment listings he was supposed to promote, losing himself in the descriptions and photos. These apartments, with their immaculate interiors and promises of new lives, seemed to belong to another world—a world where everything was still possible.

He imagined the happy families who might settle there, the couples who would find their first home, the individuals who, like him, were searching for a place to start over. The images of bright living rooms, modern kitchens, and cozy bedrooms passed before his eyes, each picture stirring a bittersweet melancholy within him. He wondered if one of those places could someday become his refuge, a space where he could finally find peace.

From time to time, Aether lifted his eyes from the screen to observe his colleagues. Their faces were closed off, focused on their respective tasks. The silence was broken only by the clicking of keyboards, the murmur of phone conversations, and the occasional rustle of paper. The atmosphere carried a strange mix of routine and resignation—a feeling that winter seemed to deepen.

Aether felt a peculiar loneliness during the holiday season. While the entire city prepared to celebrate, he found himself confronted with an inner emptiness, a void difficult to fill. Work offered a welcome distraction, yet he couldn’t banish the thoughts swirling in his mind. His eyes kept returning to the photo of Xiao, his cat—a constant reminder of the comforting presence waiting for him at home.

Time passed slowly, each minute stretching out like an eternity. Aether immersed himself in the details of real estate listings, seeking a temporary escape within their descriptions. He forced himself to envision those spaces, imagining a different life—a future where warmth and light would replace cold and grayness.

The afternoon wore on, and snow continued to fall outside, creating a soft, motionless landscape. Fatigue began to creep into Aether’s body, but he persisted, finding a semblance of comfort in the monotony of his work. Every task completed, every call made, every email sent gave him the feeling of progress, even if only in small steps.

As he finished drafting a listing, Aether paused to look out the window. Snow blanketed everything with a pure white veil, transforming the city into a silent, serene painting. He inhaled deeply, letting the sight soothe his mind. He knew this difficult time would eventually pass—that winter would give way to spring, and life would resume its course. For now, he settled for small moments of peace, comforting memories, and the faint hope of a better future.

Suddenly, the agency’s door burst open with a deafening crash, shattering the calm. All eyes turned toward the entrance where an angry man had just stormed in. His face was flushed, his features tight with barely contained fury. The shouts he let loose echoed throughout the space, breaking the studious silence that had reigned moments before. Sitting at his desk at the back of the room, Aether felt a sudden tension fill the air.

At first, he remained stoic, eyes fixed on his screen, trying to focus on the document he was drafting. But the persistent shouting and agitated movements in the agency made concentration impossible. Aether tried to catch the man’s words, hoping to understand the source of his anger without having to move. Fragments of sentences reached him, but nothing clear enough to grasp the meaning.

The colleagues near the entrance looked as perplexed as he was, exchanging confused glances. The turmoil continued, vehement words mixing with the worried murmurs of employees. Aether sighed deeply, feeling a twinge of irritation rise within him. He knew he couldn’t avoid this situation indefinitely. Resigned, he slowly rose from his chair, letting out another sigh as he left his desk.

Crossing the agency, Aether noticed the tense expressions on his colleagues’ faces—some averted their eyes, others watched the scene with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The atmosphere was electric; each step he took seemed to amplify the general unease. The closer he got to the entrance, the clearer the outbursts became, revealing vehement complaints and deep dissatisfaction.

When he finally reached the reception hall, Aether saw the man up close. The man gesticulated wildly, his face contorted with raw, unfiltered anger. His tense posture and abrupt movements spoke of intense agitation. Aether observed the scene for a moment, trying to grasp the man’s motives. He noticed the papers in the man’s hands were crumpled, a clear sign of pent-up frustration.

Taking a deep breath, Aether tried to quell his own irritation. He knew he had to approach the situation with calm and professionalism, even though every fiber of his being screamed to retreat to his desk and bury himself in work. He stepped forward, drawing the attention of both his colleagues and the angry man. The ambient noise seemed to dip slightly as all eyes turned to him, anticipation thick in the air.

“Sir, please calm down,” intervened a woman with purple hair, her expression serious. “This is a professional agency.”

“I have every right to complain, don’t I?” the man snapped, his tone sharp. “Your apartments are a disaster—I come here every time to tell you that.”

“Excuse me...” Aether said calmly as he stepped further into the room. “I believe I understand something is wrong—is that correct?”

“Ah, boss...”

Aether found himself face to face with the angry man and felt a chill run down his spine when he recognized the face—it was Xiao’s boyfriend. The same young man from the photo, the one who bore a striking resemblance to himself. The boy was furious, yelling at the front desk staff, his voice echoing aggressively throughout the agency with an imposing authority.

Aether watched him for a moment, taking note of every detail. The boy had short blond hair, impeccably styled, and his facial features, though vaguely similar to Aether’s own, carried a hardness that he himself would never have shown in public. He wore a black leather jacket, a stark contrast to the cold winter air outside, and his piercing blue eyes flashed with frustration. Aether also noticed the build similar to his own, though more tense and contracted by anger.

As the man continued to shout, Aether felt his colleagues’ gazes shift toward him, as if expecting him to intervene. He stepped forward, trying to keep a neutral expression despite the whirlwind of emotions flooding him. The recognition of a familiar face, the shock of seeing this man here, and the curiosity about the nature of his anger created a disorienting mix.

The man abruptly turned to him, his eyes scanning Aether from head to toe with a quick but sharp appraisal. Aether felt the intensity of the gaze, almost as if the man was trying to understand why he stood there, face to face with him. He saw a flicker of confusion cross the man’s features, as if the unsettling resemblance unsettled him momentarily. But that lasted only a fraction of a second before anger took over again.

Aether maintained his outward calm, though his heart raced with adrenaline. He recalled Kazuha’s words, the gossip about couple dramas, and wondered if this scene was part of that story. The man’s sudden intrusion into his workplace added a personal, intense dimension to what should have been an ordinary day. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.

“I’m Aether Viator, the new manager of this agency,” he stated in a professional tone. “If you have any issues, I believe it would be wiser to address them with me.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Viator,” replied the blond-haired man, crossing his arms. “I have plenty of complaints about the apartment I rented.”

“Very well, please follow me.”

“With pleasure.”

The man sighed deeply, his shoulders relaxing slightly, though his smile remained strangely enigmatic. Despite the storm of emotions swirling inside him, Aether kept a neutral expression. He motioned for the man to follow him, then turned to his colleagues, nodding to indicate that he was taking charge. Their eyes reflected a mixture of relief and curiosity, but they quickly returned to their tasks.

Aether opened the door to his office and let the man in, carefully closing the door behind him. The room was modest, its walls adorned with a few certificates and photos, including one of his cat, placed on the desk. The natural light, softened by the snow falling outside, bathed the room in a gentle, melancholic glow.

The newcomer scanned the room before sitting down in one of the chairs opposite Aether’s desk. His strange smile lingered, as if he knew something Aether did not. Slowly, Aether took a seat on the other side of the desk, trying to read the man’s intentions. He folded his arms on the table, patiently waiting for the other to speak.

The man leaned forward slightly, his fingers nervously tapping the edge of the chair. Aether noticed the slight tremors in his hands, betraying an underlying nervousness despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor. The seconds dragged on, heavy with tension, each tick of the clock on the wall amplifying the silence between them.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, gradually covering the city with a white blanket. Aether felt strangely detached, as if this surreal encounter were happening in another world. He tried to understand why this man was here, what his intentions were, and above all, what connection he could possibly have with Xiao, his former love.

The atmosphere in the office became almost tangible, charged with unspoken words and uncertainties. Aether wondered if this man knew how much he resembled himself, and if that explained the obvious discomfort he sensed in him. He also wondered what Xiao might think, if he knew that his new boyfriend was here, facing his ex.

Aether’s thoughts wandered, replaying the events of the past few days—the meeting with Kazuha, the photo that had unsettled him, and now this unexpected confrontation. He realized he had to stay focused, face this situation with calm and clarity, despite the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

“May I have your name?” asked the blond man with long hair, typing in the computer’s password. “I’ll look it up in our database.”

“Mushiko Dokan.”

“Very well. And may I know the reason for your visit?”

“It’s quite simple—I’m here to complain about the deplorable state of my apartment,” Mushiko snapped, crossing his legs.

Aether sighed; that statement got him nowhere.

The man, who had introduced himself as Mushiko, watched him with an intensity that bordered on uncomfortable. Determined to remain professional despite the emotional turmoil within, Aether turned on his computer and began typing Mushiko’s name into the real estate agency’s database.

The sound of keys clicking beneath his fingers broke the oppressive silence in the room, while snowflakes continued their slow dance outside the window. After a few moments, the name appeared on the screen alongside a detailed profile. Aether quickly scanned the information, his eyes pausing on the description of the apartment linked to Mushiko.

It was a high-quality apartment, located in a sought-after neighborhood of the city. One bedroom only, but the spaces were well designed, modern, and bright. Aether noticed that the apartment was equipped with every necessary amenity for optimal comfort, and even boasted an impressive view of the neighboring park, blanketed in snow for the winter season. He could almost picture the scene—a perfect place for someone seeking a quiet, elegant life with a partner.

As he read, Aether couldn’t help but wonder why Mushiko seemed so unsettled. Slowly, he turned to look at him, trying to detect clues in his body language. Mushiko appeared calmer now, his gaze fixed on an undefined point on Aether’s desk. It was difficult to read his thoughts, but something in his demeanor suggested there was more to this story than just a simple housing complaint.

Aether took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the responsibility he carried. He knew this meeting might mark a turning point, not only for his work but also for his own understanding of his past and his choices. He shifted his eyes away from the screen and fixed them on Mushiko, trying to capture his attention.

“Yet it doesn’t seem to be in poor condition,” Aether contested, furrowing his brow. “This is a high-quality apartment—I don’t understand.”

“Well, I’ve noticed over the past few months that the walls are crumbling.” Mushiko fixed Aether with a strange, probing look, as if trying to read him. “There are huge holes all over, and the plumbing isn’t stable. A lot of pipes have fallen down.”

“Is this that bad...?”

“I thought this apartment would be better quality. I’m getting tired of seeing so many holes in my walls.”

Maintaining his professionalism despite the heavy atmosphere, Aether simply took note of Mushiko’s complaints in the agency’s computer system. His fingers danced over the keyboard with an almost mechanical precision, each key softly echoing in the office. The silence between them was palpable, broken only by the sound of typing and the gentle breaths they shared.

Meanwhile, Mushiko’s attention seemed to drift elsewhere. His gaze shifted away from Aether’s computer screen to rest on the small framed photo of a cat sitting nearby. The golden, piercing eyes of the animal seemed to meet Mushiko’s stare, as if there was a silent understanding between them.

Aware of this distraction, Aether glanced briefly at the photo before returning to his notes. He knew the image of his cat often drew attention, but he never imagined it would happen in such a tense moment. The irony wasn’t lost on him—the cat, named Xiao in memory of a past love, now seemed to become a point of connection between his past and present.

Mushiko’s face softened with a barely concealed curiosity as he continued to study the photo. His gaze grew less hostile, almost dreamy, as if the image had awakened memories or thoughts he preferred to keep to himself. The atmosphere in the office eased somewhat, the initial tension melting into a strange calm.

Aether finished entering the necessary information and saved the file. The familiar click of the mouse marked the end of the task. He looked up at Mushiko, their blue eyes meeting those of his interlocutor. Sensing Aether’s gaze, Mushiko lifted his head, coming out of his silent contemplation.

The atmosphere seemed to crystallize around them, the snow falling harder outside, blanketing the city in white. The flakes danced slowly, creating a striking contrast with the warm, muted glow of the office. The photo of the cat, with its vivid colors and simple wooden frame, almost felt like a talisman in that space—an anchor for Aether amidst the flood of his thoughts and emotions.

Despite the intensity of the moment, Aether remained calm. He knew Mushiko was not here by chance; every interaction, every glance, carried the weight of the past and the uncertainties of the future. As he watched Mushiko return to reality, he briefly wondered what the man truly saw in that photo. Perhaps he saw only a cat, or maybe he perceived something deeper—an invisible but tangible connection.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s his name?” the man inquired, pointing to the photo.

“Oh, his name is…” Aether suddenly paused, thinking carefully. “His name is Xio.”

“That’s a nice name. How old is he?”

“I found him on the street a few months ago. He’s one year old.”

“Your cat looks very happy in this photo,” Mushiko stated, still staring at the frame.

“He was very scared at first, but he quickly became a real clingy companion.” Aether chuckled softly at the thought of his cat. “He can’t do anything without me anymore.”

“I see, that’s the complete opposite of mine…”

“Do you have a cat?”

“Yes, you could say that.” The man in the leather jacket chuckled, while Aether felt a bit uneasy. “He’s always been a troublemaker, but with a little discipline, he’s become docile.”

“I believe that with a lot of love and patience, an animal can become very affectionate.” The blond-haired young man smiled nervously and recorded the digital data. “Anyway, I propose a visit to assess the condition of the place and bring in the appropriate help.”

“Alright, that sounds good to me, Mr. Viator.”

“I’ll contact you very soon to arrange a visit in this case.”

Mushiko eventually left the office, leaving behind a heavy silence. Aether released a sigh he hadn’t realized he had been holding back until now. His shoulders relaxed, and a wave of nervousness washed over him. His hand trembled slightly as he opened his desk drawer to take out a box of cigarettes. He had never been a heavy smoker, but in moments like this, he found a certain comfort in the repetitive gesture and the soothing smoke.

Rising from his chair, he walked over to the window, gently pulling back the curtain to look outside. The snow continued to fall in large flakes, blanketing the city in an immaculate white cover. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply the first puff, feeling the smoke fill his lungs before slowly exhaling. The nicotine had an almost immediate effect, calming his nerves while sharpening his thoughts.

As he watched the flakes whirl through the cold air, his mind inevitably drifted to Xiao. Mushiko’s presence, with his strangely familiar face and complaints still echoing in his thoughts, had stirred memories he had tried to bury. Every detail of their relationship played back in his mind like a film projected before his eyes.

He remembered the walks in the snow with Xiao, their footsteps leaving fleeting impressions on the white ground. They had shared moments of simple happiness, laughter, and smiles that now seemed to belong to another life. Xiao had always had that ability to surprise him, to see beyond his defenses and touch his heart in unexpected ways.

Aether inhaled again, his thoughts mingling with the smoke escaping his lips. He recalled their arguments, those moments of tension when their visions of the future seemed irreconcilable. Yet, even in those moments of conflict, there had been a passion and intensity he sorely missed. Xiao had been an essential part of his life, and even after all this time, the shadow of their relationship still lingered over him.

The snow fell harder now, creating a thick white veil that made the city almost unrecognizable. A solitary tear rolled down Aether’s cheek, a silent manifestation of the pain he had kept buried. Mushiko, by his mere presence, had reopened wounds he thought had healed. But perhaps it was time to face them, to confront those memories and find a way to accept them.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray resting on the windowsill and stood for a moment watching the snow. The cold bit lightly at his skin, but he found a strange comfort in the sensation. He took a deep breath, letting the icy air fill his lungs, before turning back to his desk. The files awaited him, as did life, relentless and unceasing. But in that moment, Aether knew he had to make peace with his past in order to move forward.

“I should hurry and finish all this,” the blond muttered, slumping into his chair. “Xiao is probably waiting for me.”

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Aether was finishing up some files, his mind still haunted by his encounter with Mushiko a few days earlier. He tried to focus on the tasks at hand, but memories and emotions kept swirling in his head. Every document, every form felt almost insurmountable, as if the words themselves refused to settle on the page.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his focus. He knew that to bring the right help for Mushiko’s apartment, he had to examine every detail with careful attention. He reviewed the recorded complaints, noting the issues mentioned—water leaks, poor insulation, electrical malfunctions. Each of these points needed to be checked and fixed to ensure the client’s satisfaction, even if this client stirred painful memories within him.

Seated at his desk, Aether pulled out the apartment plans. He traced the lines with his finger, making sure he fully understood the layout and installations. Every room, every corner had to be inspected. He made a list of necessary repairs, adding detailed notes for the craftsmen and technicians who would carry out the work. The heating system needed checking, the windows had to be replaced to better insulate against the biting winter cold, and the electrical systems updated to prevent any risk of short circuits.

As he wrote, he couldn’t help but think of Xiao. He wondered what Xiao would have thought of all this, how he might have reacted to the situation. Xiao had always had a keen sense of justice and perfection, and would undoubtedly have insisted that everything be resolved flawlessly. The thought brought a faint smile to Aether’s lips, even though the pain of the past remained.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, creating a soothing contrast with the artificial light of his office. The winter silence, punctuated only by the steady ticking of the clock, offered a certain serenity to his thoughts. He lost himself in the technical details, seeking an escape in the routine and precision of his work.

After completing the reports and preparing the work orders, Aether took a moment to reread everything he had written. He made sure every word was in its place, every instruction clear and concise. His professionalism and attention to detail were his allies, helping him hold on to something tangible in a world where emotions and memories could be so fleeting.

Finally finishing his task, he sent the repair requests to the various tradespeople. Closing the files, he felt a slight relief. Taking these steps gave him a certain satisfaction, a feeling of accomplishment despite the inner turmoil. He knew it was only a small step toward healing, but every effort counted.

Aether rose from his desk, casting one last glance at the photo of his cat before turning toward the window. The snow, ever faithful, was still falling silently, covering the world in a new layer of purity. And perhaps, he thought, that immaculate whiteness symbolized a chance for renewal—for him as well.

“Boss, are you busy?” asked a woman with violet hair as she stepped into the office.

“Keqing, you should’ve knocked before coming in…” said another woman with pale blue hair, her voice timid.

“It’s alright, Ganyu,” Aether replied as he turned to the two women. “I wasn’t busy anyway. What is it?”

“Ganyu and I were thinking of celebrating your arrival at the agency,” Keqing said, crossing her arms and leaning casually against the wall. “You’ve been here for a few days already, but we haven’t marked the occasion.”

“Keqing is right.” Ganyu nervously fidgeted with her fingers. “Ever since you arrived, you’ve stayed in your office and handled all the issues our former supervisor left behind. You should really connect with the staff—you’re one of us now.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry…” The blond bit his lower lip and offered them a small smile. “Well then, start by calling me by my first name, if you don’t mind.”

“No problem, Aether.”

“Would you like to celebrate your arrival? Don’t worry—we won’t be drinking alcohol.”

“I’d really like that. Let’s go.”

Aether nodded at the suggestion, feeling a mix of relief and hesitation. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before starting to tidy up his desk. Every document, every scattered sheet was carefully stacked and placed into designated folders. The soft clicks of the binders closing echoed gently in the quiet room, a soothing sound amid the ambient silence.

His fingers slid along the edges of the pages, making sure everything was in order. He gave one last look at the detailed notes he had written about Mushiko’s apartment, double-checking that nothing had been overlooked. The image of Xiao still lingered in his thoughts, but he tried to focus on the present—on this new opportunity to reconnect with his colleagues and, perhaps, with himself.

He closed the last binder with a quiet sigh, then rose slowly from his seat. His eyes settled on the photo of his cat—a constant reminder of stability and affection in his life. A faint smile touched his lips as he adjusted the frame on his desk, as if to ensure it would stay perfectly in place while he was away.

He grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and slipped it over his shoulders, savoring the comforting warmth it provided. Wrapping his scarf snugly around his neck, he felt ready to face the cold outside. In his mind, he could already hear the soft crunch of snow beneath his boots—a winter symphony waiting for him at the door.

His colleagues were waiting patiently, a mix of anticipation and camaraderie visible on their faces. They all looked forward to celebrating, to sharing a moment of lightness in an otherwise monotonous workday. Aether joined them with a shy smile, nodding in acknowledgment and gratitude.

Together, they left the office, their footsteps echoing in harmony down the corridor. The door closed behind them with a gentle click, sealing off the past and opening a path to a present filled with promise. Aether felt a rush of fresh air as they stepped outside, the sting of the cold reminding him of the vitality of the moment.

They walked side by side, their voices weaving into a lively conversation. Snowflakes swirled around them, creating a magical atmosphere. The city suddenly felt more welcoming, its lights twinkling in the afternoon glow. The Christmas market loomed ahead, its stalls glowing and its fragrant scents promising an evening of simple, comforting pleasures.

The three colleagues strolled through the snowy streets in the heart of the afternoon. Their steps crunched softly on the fresh snow, creating a gentle and soothing melody beneath their shoes. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the grey sky, settling delicately on their coats and hair, adding a fairytale touch to the scene.

Bundled in his long coat, Aether felt the cold bite at his wind-reddened cheeks. Each breath formed small clouds of vapor that rose and vanished into the winter air. Beside him, his colleagues seemed just as enchanted by the wintry landscape, their faces lit by the quiet beauty of the moment.

They wandered without a set destination, simply enjoying each other's company and the serenity of the afternoon. The streets were relatively quiet, with few passersby at this time of year. Christmas decorations hung from lampposts and shop windows, adding color and cheer to the otherwise monochrome scene. String lights twinkled gently, casting a warm glow that softened the chill in the air.

Their conversations drifted through the air, mingling with the distant tolling of church bells and the soft strains of Christmas carols playing from shop speakers. They spoke of everything and nothing, exchanging light anecdotes and humorous memories. Aether let himself be carried by the current of their words, his thoughts occasionally wandering to more personal recollections. He listened attentively, laughing at his colleagues’ stories, feeling a comforting warmth slowly spread through him.

They passed a bakery, its window brimming with tempting pastries. The intoxicating scent of fresh bread and buttery confections mingled with the cold air, stirring their senses. Aether felt strangely at peace, as if the simplicity of the moment allowed him to reconnect with himself and with those around him.

"Are you still troubled by that man’s visit, Aether?" asked Keqing, rubbing her hands together for warmth.

"You read me like an open book, Keqing," Aether replied with a nervous chuckle.

"Everyone’s a little panicked when he shows up," the woman with purple twin-tails sighed. "He always comes to the agency just to complain about something. We’ve gotten used to it, in the end."

"She’s right," added Ganyu, who had remained quiet until then. "Last time, he came to complain that the window ledges were too sharp."

"Sharp window ledges?"

"Yes. He said he’d bumped into them several times and had huge cuts along his arms because of it."

"We told him the complaint was absurd—no one gets cut by a window ledge unless they throw themselves against it. He wouldn’t listen and even threatened to sue us for endangering his life."

"He does sound rather odd," the blond man admitted, thinking over Mushiko’s behavior. "However, with me, he stayed calm. He even asked about my cat."

"Maybe he has some... condition?" suggested the pink-eyed woman, only to be elbowed in the shoulder by the other.

"What? What did I say?"

"Don’t say things like that, Keqing," scolded the woman with heterochromatic eyes. "Even if it were true, we have no right to comment on it."

"Let’s put that man and his complaints aside for now," said the honey-eyed man, lifting his gaze toward the grey sky. "I offered to stop by his place to inspect the damage. If he’s lied, I’ll file a complaint myself."

Ganyu eventually suggested they go to Starbucks, since heading to a bar was out of the question—they would need to return to work afterward. Aether and Keqing both nodded in agreement, welcoming the comforting alternative. They made their way through the snowy city streets, their steps slow and unhurried. Soon, the familiar façade of the Starbucks came into view, adorned with Christmas garlands and softly glowing lights, offering the promise of warmth and conviviality.

As they stepped inside, a wave of heat enveloped them, pleasantly contrasting with the biting cold they had just left behind. The café buzzed with life, filled with people escaping the winter chill. Conversations overlapped, creating a constant murmur, occasionally pierced by the clinking of ceramic cups and the rhythmic hiss of espresso machines at work.

Aether, Ganyu, and Keqing threaded their way through the crowded room, weaving past coats and bags in search of a vacant table. They finally spotted a small one by the window, from which they could watch the snow falling in gentle spirals beyond the glass. Settling in, they shrugged off coats and scarves, allowing the welcoming warmth of the café to seep into their bones.

The wooden table, adorned with a few festive decorations, added a seasonal charm to the scene. Aether’s eyes wandered to the ornaments dangling from the branches of a small Christmas tree atop the counter and to the string lights draped along the shelves lined with mugs and thermoses. The scent of freshly ground coffee lingered in the air, mingled with hints of cinnamon and vanilla.

Seated comfortably, they watched the baristas at work behind the counter—efficient and practiced in their rhythm, preparing steaming drinks for the steady stream of customers. One of them, a young man with an easy smile, glanced in their direction as if sensing their quiet need for comfort on such a wintry afternoon.

Aether let his gaze drift around the room, noting the laughter, the bright faces, the relaxed posture of people wrapped in scarves and good company. The stress of the office, the weight of unspoken worries, faded slightly at the edges. Ganyu, to his left, was flipping through a laminated menu, while Keqing observed the animated crowd with a faint smile curving her lips.

Their conversation resumed, quiet and unhurried, punctuated by remarks on the cozy decor and the warm atmosphere. Aether found himself unexpectedly grateful for the simplicity of it all—for these moments borrowed from the rush of life. They chatted about their favorite drinks, exchanged recommendations, and shared light-hearted stories, their voices mingling with the gentle rhythm of the café around them.

"Did you use to live here before?" Ganyu asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"Yes, I spent my whole childhood in Liyue," Aether replied, brushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "Certain circumstances forced me to move away."

"That’s reassuring," Keqing said with a faint smile. "Ganyu and I were a little worried you might get lost."

"Don’t worry about me," he chuckled softly. "I know this city like the back of my hand."

"Oh—and what’s your cat’s name?"

"Yes! The photo was so adorable!"

Aether began talking about his cat—a sweet, mischievous creature who brought life and warmth to his otherwise quiet days. He described its habits, its favorite games, and the oddly charming way it meowed whenever it wanted attention. Both Keqing and Ganyu, visibly enchanted by the mention of cats, listened with genuine interest, occasionally exchanging their own feline anecdotes. Laughter flickered between them, brightening their table with a shared sense of fondness and intimacy.

As the conversation drifted toward future plans, Aether allowed himself to be carried along by his colleagues’ enthusiasm. They discussed potential holidays, post-work outings, and new restaurants worth trying across the city. Ideas flowed freely, each suggestion sparking more excitement than the last. For a moment, everything felt light and simple. Aether felt a tingle of joy at the prospect of those imagined days to come—moments filled with laughter, warmth, and the promise of new memories.

Then, without warning, a server approached their table carrying a tray with their drinks. Aether looked up to thank him—but the words caught in his throat.

Standing before him, in a barista’s apron and with a faint, almost hesitant smile, was Xiao.

Time seemed to shatter around him. His breath faltered, his heart stumbling before launching into a frantic gallop. The café noise blurred into silence, the world shrinking to the single presence in front of him—Xiao, with those familiar eyes and that quiet gravity that had once captivated his entire being.

Aether felt his stomach twist, breath catching in his chest beneath the sudden weight of memory and emotion. Xiao stood there, thinner and paler than he remembered. His frame, fragile and almost spectral, contrasted sharply with the vibrant man Aether had once loved. He wore loose clothing that draped his figure, a deliberate choice, perhaps—to shield rather than to warm. The long sleeves and high collar didn’t seem meant for winter, but for concealment.

Aether stared, unable to move, unable to speak. And Xiao—Xiao simply stood there, holding a tray of coffee and history between them.

The dark circles under Xiao’s eyes were stark, deep violet shadows that betrayed nights of broken sleep or endless days spent battling some unseen current. Aether noticed the tremor in his hands—subtle but unmissable, as though every gesture cost him an immense effort. He looked as though he could barely remain upright, his legs swaying faintly beneath the weight of his own body.

Aether’s voice failed him entirely. Every word that tried to rise withered in his throat before it could reach his lips. Panic and sorrow surged in him, crashing like a tide, suffocating in its suddenness. Xiao, in this disheveled, haunting state, was a vision too brutal to reconcile with memory. The sharp dissonance between who Xiao had been and who now stood before him was almost unbearable. His mind churned with questions, with concern, but nothing coherent could surface.

Xiao, for his part, didn’t move. He stood frozen, eyes locked onto Aether’s with an intensity that bordered on painful. No smile curved his lips. There was only exhaustion, and something quieter—something like resignation. His eyes, once radiant and alive, were dull now, dimmed to a flat, listless gaze. Aether’s chest tightened. What had happened to him? What burden was Xiao carrying so silently, so heavily?

Time seemed to fracture. Each second stretched into an aching stillness, a weight pressing down on both of them. Aether felt the sting of tears prickling at the corner of his eye, but he blinked them away, desperate to maintain composure. And yet, in that suspended moment, he understood with aching clarity how much he still cared—how much Xiao still meant to him, despite the miles and the months and all the silence between.

Across the table, Keqing and Ganyu had sensed the shift. They exchanged wary glances, unsure but intuitively respectful of the silence that had settled like a thick fog. The earlier warmth of their conversation seemed impossibly distant now, displaced by a tension so palpable it threatened to drown them.

Aether struggled to reassemble himself, to pull his thoughts back into something resembling normalcy. But his entire being remained tethered to Xiao, taut with confusion, with guilt, with the desperate urge to do something—to understand, to help, to reach out across the void that had formed between them.

“Sorry,” he murmured, barely audible, before rising abruptly and retreating toward the restroom, the tray of untouched drinks and the weight of Xiao’s presence still lingering behind him.

Aether excused himself abruptly and made his way to the restroom, his hurried steps betraying the turmoil that writhed beneath his calm exterior. Once inside, he closed the door behind him with a muted click and rushed to the sink. He leaned forward, fingers clenching the cold, slick edges of the porcelain basin. The icy water he splashed onto his face offered only fleeting relief, prompting him to straighten with a gasp, drawing in a shaky breath as he tried to quell the storm within.

There was a knot in his stomach—a sickening, weightless tension that refused to resolve into anything tangible. His breathing came unevenly, each inhale more strained than the last. His thoughts, scattered and chaotic, spiraled in disarray—a cruel montage of Xiao then and Xiao now overlaying one another, jarring in their contrast. He could not comprehend how someone once so full of fire, so alive, had come to look so hollowed, so undone.

The sterile glare of the fluorescent lights above him only heightened the pallor of his complexion, throwing the redness of his eyes into stark relief—eyes stung by emotion and exhaustion alike. Slowly, he lifted his head and met his reflection in the mirror. The face staring back at him felt unfamiliar, etched with lines of stress and weariness he hadn’t noticed before. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, a futile attempt to gather himself, to assemble some fragile semblance of composure amid the wreckage of his thoughts.

He closed his eyes, just for a moment, trying to push the image of Xiao from his mind—but it clung to him, unrelenting, like a shadow at dusk. He remembered their shared moments—the laughter, the quiet dreams spun between two breaths. Seeing Xiao like this had shaken him to the core, dredging up wounds he had believed long healed.

He opened his eyes again and locked his gaze onto his own reflection, summoning what strength he could. He couldn’t stay here forever, hiding behind the door, lost in memory. Keqing and Ganyu were waiting, likely growing concerned by now. He took a deep breath, willing the frantic rhythm of his heart to slow.

The sound of the running tap echoed through the room, a monotonous trickle that did nothing to soothe his racing mind. He straightened, finally, and reached out to shut off the water with a decisive motion. Grabbing a paper towel, he dabbed gently at his face, trying to make himself look a little more presentable, a little less like someone who was falling apart.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t panic when I saw him again…” he whispered, his voice nearly lost in the tiled stillness. The blond-haired boy blinked back the sting of tears. “I promised myself it didn’t affect me anymore.”

Aether remained there, in the restroom, his gaze lost in the void, for what felt like an eternity. Each passing minute spent trying to reassemble himself seemed longer than the last. The freshness of the water on his face had long since faded, leaving behind a tightness from the cold that now clung uncomfortably to his skin. Time seemed suspended, and yet the hands of his watch moved forward with quiet, implacable insistence.

The faint ticking of the wall clock, barely audible over the dull hum of the fluorescent lights, only heightened his sense of urgency. He knew he had to return to his colleagues, yet every attempt to move was met with resistance from a body that refused to obey. Xiao’s emaciated frame lingered in his mind, etched there with unbearable clarity—those hollow eyes, the pallid complexion, and that unsettling thinness that bore no resemblance to the man he had once known.

He lingered a while longer, fingers curled around the edge of the sink, willing his scattered thoughts to coalesce. The prolonged contact with the cold porcelain had numbed his hands, leaving them stiff and clumsy. The nausea still churned inside him, stubborn and unresolved, but he pushed it down with a force born of sheer will, refusing to let his discomfort claim victory.

At last, he straightened, forcing himself to inhale deeply, then exhale in slow, measured breaths. His shoulders lowered slightly, the conscious rhythm of breathing granting him a fragile semblance of composure. He reached for another paper towel, dabbed his face once more, and smoothed down his clothes with methodical precision, attempting to mask the disarray beneath.

The decision to leave this small haven of retreat was not immediate—it crept up on him gradually, settling into his limbs. He cast one final glance into the mirror, searching his own eyes for a spark of courage. He knew Keqing and Ganyu were surely growing concerned by now, and he had no wish to burden them further. The thought of leaving them alone with Xiao, of whatever tension that might carry, finally gave him the resolve to move.

He opened the door cautiously, as if afraid Xiao might be standing closer than before. The familiar din of the café engulfed him at once—the hum of conversation, the clatter of cups, the sharp hiss of the espresso machine. He braced himself and stepped out with as much steadiness as he could muster, though a faint tremor still lingered in his legs.

Back in the main room, he quickly spotted Keqing and Ganyu at their table. They greeted him with expressions of relief tinged with quiet curiosity. Aether offered them a smile meant to reassure, though it sat unconvincingly on his face, and took his seat once more. He could feel their eyes on him, perceptive and kind, but they did not press him. They respected his silence, sensing, perhaps, the weight he carried.

Xiao, for his part, seemed to have resumed his role as a waiter, but Aether couldn’t help following him with his eyes. Every movement Xiao made, every interaction with the customers, carried a fragility that had never been there before. Aether wondered how he had failed to see it coming, how such a profound transformation could have taken place without his awareness.

“Are you alright?” Ganyu asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern. “You left so suddenly…”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Aether replied simply, forcing a smile onto his face. “I just felt a bit nauseous. Nothing serious.”

“Well, we asked the waiter to bring you a black coffee,” Keqing added, glancing down at one of the newspapers.

“Thank you very much.”

The two women, clearly attentive to his well-being, assured him they had ordered a black coffee, thinking he would appreciate its simplicity and bitterness. Despite his aversion to black coffee, Aether thanked them with a strained smile, trying to appear grateful for their thoughtfulness.

Minutes passed as they continued to discuss various topics. Their conversation drifted from work projects to shared memories, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter at light-hearted jokes. Though engaged, Aether still felt an undercurrent of tension within him—a persistent unease born from his encounter with Xiao. His thoughts often wandered back to the fragile, pale figure of the man who had once held such an important place in his life.

Then, like an apparition, Xiao reappeared at their table, carrying a tray with their orders. Aether held his breath for a moment, watching the server’s every movement with nervous attention. Xiao placed the drinks down before each of them with a distant politeness, but when he reached Aether, something unexpected happened.

Instead of the black coffee his colleagues had requested, Xiao set down a strawberry smoothie adorned with a delicate drizzle of chocolate. Aether froze briefly, struggling to grasp the meaning behind the gesture. He looked at the smoothie, then lifted his eyes to meet Xiao’s gaze—just for a moment—before Xiao quickly averted his eyes and walked away without another word.

Memories flooded Aether’s mind, recalling the many times he had complained that strawberry smoothies would be so much better with a touch of chocolate. It was such a personal detail, a preference known only to a few. His heart clenched at the thought that Xiao still remembered, despite all the time and distance that now separated them.

“Wait, I thought I ordered a black coffee…”

“It’s alright, Keqing. It’s what I would have chosen anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yes, don’t worry about it,” he said, reaching for the drink.

Aether lifted the straw to his lips once more and took a long sip of the smoothie. The freshness of the strawberry burst across his palate, immediately followed by the velvety richness of the chocolate drizzle, melting harmoniously with the fruitiness. He closed his eyes briefly, letting the blend of flavors carry him away, each sensation intensified by the memories they stirred.

A sudden clarity dawned on him, unsettling yet profound. The first time he had tasted that particular combination, he’d wondered how the server could have known his preference. Now, he understood. It was Xiao—and that could mean only one thing: Xiao had listened, remembered, and despite everything, acted on that memory. This simple act was laden with meaning—a silent connection conveyed through a mere smoothie.

He opened his eyes, observing the lively room around him, but his mind remained fixed on this new realization. His heart tightened with gratitude and nostalgia. The gesture, seemingly trivial, spoke of a shared past, of intimate moments and seemingly mundane conversations that had nevertheless left an indelible mark.

Aether couldn’t help but smile faintly—a soft, melancholic expression curling at his lips. It was a smile tinged with affection and sadness, but also with hope. Life had its strange ways of bringing people back into our lives, reminding us that some bonds never truly break, even after painful partings.

He glanced at Keqing and Ganyu, still engrossed in their conversation, apparently unaware of the emotional storm stirring within him. Their presence offered a small measure of comfort—a tether to the present while his thoughts wandered the labyrinth of the past.

The taste of chocolate lingered on his tongue, a soothing sweetness that quieted some of his inner turmoil. Each sip was a reminder of Xiao’s care and consideration—a small proof that, beneath appearances, something profound still endured between them.

As he continued to drink, Aether allowed himself to savor not only the beverage but also the memories it evoked. Past and present intertwined in a delicate dance, each sensation amplified by the raw emotion it carried. The outside world blurred once again, leaving only the sweetness of the smoothie and the whirl of thoughts in his mind.

In the end, he was grateful for this moment—for this subtle yet powerful reminder of what had been and what might still be. Trials and separations had not wholly erased the traces of their shared history. That smile, barely perceptible, was a sign of resilience and hope—a small spark of light amid the darkness of his thoughts.

For a fleeting instant, Aether allowed himself to believe that maybe—just maybe—there was still a chance to mend what had been broken.

But it was only a childish, foolish wish, one that would never come true.

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Aether sat on his balcony, shrouded in the foggy veil of cigarette smoke curling around him. His shoulders slumped, his back bowed beneath the invisible weight of his troubled thoughts. He had already gone through an entire pack that night, seeking in the mechanical act of lighting and inhaling a fleeting respite for his restless mind.

The night’s chill seeped through his clothes, but Aether seemed numb to the discomfort. His attention was wholly consumed by the inner turmoil raging within—a tempest of emotions he struggled in vain to quell.

Beside him, his cat scratched at the door, emitting plaintive little meows in a desperate attempt to catch his master’s attention. But Aether remained deaf to the calls, refusing to open the door and let his companion inside. He did not want to expose the feline to the harmful smoke that thickened the air, even if it meant sacrificing the comfort of the cat’s presence.

His thoughts spiraled back to the encounter with Xiao—a meeting that had rekindled emotions he had long tried to bury. Overwhelmed by a turbulent mix of anger, sorrow, and confusion, he felt trapped in an emotional storm from which he could find no escape.

Each drag of the cigarette was an act of defiance against the pain eating him from within, a desperate attempt to snatch a momentary relief in the acrid, toxic smoke. Yet every breath only deepened his unease, plunging him further into the labyrinth of his despair.

Still, despite the darkness that clouded his mind and the torment within, a fragment of him felt a pang of guilt for pushing his cat away. He knew that his four-legged companion was there for him, ready to offer unconditional love and silent comfort. And yet, he had chosen to reject that presence, to keep it at arm’s length in his solitary anguish.

But even that thought failed to stir him. He remained motionless, lost in a whirlpool of bleak thoughts, the smoke rising around him like ghosts of his own torment.

“Xiao, stop meowing, please,” the blond murmured, turning his head to cast a furtive glance at the cat. “The neighbors will end up at my door to complain if you keep it up.”

Aether felt frustration rising within him as the relentless meowing of his cat echoed through the door. No matter how many times he asked for silence, the feline seemed determined to capture his attention, its claws striking the door with an almost desperate energy. The repeated sounds were like echoes of his own inner turmoil—a symphony of distress reverberating throughout the room.

At last, Aether gave in, crushing his cigarette with a gesture heavy with resignation. He rose from his seat, feeling weariness weigh down every limb as he moved toward the sliding door. He unlocked it slowly, the metallic click sounding like a reflection of his restless state of mind.

No sooner had the door opened than Xiao darted inside, as if he had been waiting impatiently for this very moment. The cat rubbed affectionately against Aether’s legs, his eyes shimmering with a spark of recognition as he sought the comforting touch of a hand.

A shiver of relief ran through Aether’s body as he buried his fingers in the soft fur of his companion. The tensions that had cluttered his mind began to dissipate slowly, replaced by a gentle calm and comfort as he allowed himself to be enveloped in the warmth of his pet’s affection.

Xiao continued to circle him, his graceful movements almost hypnotic as he vied for his master’s full attention. Aether couldn’t help but smile at the playful behavior, feeling a faint flicker of amusement pierce through the shadows of his somber mood.

“Trying to comfort me, huh?” he asked softly, kneeling down before Xiao. “Well then, you’ll have to be my teddy bear for tonight.”

Gently, Aether wrapped the cat in his arms, feeling the reassuring heat of his body pressed close. His fingers tangled in the softness of the fur as he held the feline tight against his chest, seeking solace in the silent embrace. The cat nestled closer, his presence bringing a sense of safety and comfort into the darkness of the room.

Aether’s face buried itself in the gentle fur of his companion, seeking refuge in the tactile connection. He closed his eyes, letting the soothing sensations of the embrace wash away the chaos of his inner thoughts. In this moment of tenderness, he found a fleeting relief from his turbulent mind, surrendering to the pure simplicity of affection shared between a man and his beloved pet.

The worries and troubles of the day seemed to fade away as he lost himself in the softness of the present moment. The tensions that had swum through his mind slowly dissolved, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility as he allowed himself to be wrapped in the soothing presence of his cat. In this moment of deep connection, he felt in harmony with himself and the world around him.

The cat purred softly against his chest, a calming murmur that filled the room with a gentle melody. Aether listened gratefully, the steady rhythm of the purring seeming to soothe the restless beats of his heart. He knew that no matter what challenges life might bring, he would always have this inexhaustible source of comfort and support by his side, ready to guide him through life’s storms with grace and gentleness.

“You deserve all the treats in the world,” he murmured.

The cat simply meowed in response.

Aether crossed the threshold of his apartment with his cat curled in his arms, feeling the calming weight of the animal against him. He gently set the feline down on the couch, striving to find some semblance of comfort in the familiar surroundings of his home. His shoulders sagged under the weight of his emotions, his uneven breathing betraying the turmoil swirling within him.

Lying down on the couch, Aether let out a deep sigh, feeling the heavy burden of mental and emotional fatigue press down on him. His cat slipped close, its soft fur brushing against his skin as it sought to offer comfort to its distressed master. Aether allowed himself to be enveloped by the animal’s warmth, feeling the first tears well up in the corners of his eyes.

The cat began to gently lick Aether’s face, its delicate tongue strokes caressing his skin with tenderness. Each lick was a silent caress, a selfless gesture of affection offered in a moment of shared vulnerability. Aether closed his eyes, letting the tears flow freely down his cheeks as he surrendered to the sweetness of the present moment.

His fingers slid through the cat’s fur, clinging to the soothing sensation beneath his touch. He felt the animal’s beating heart against his own, a steady pulse that seemed to merge with his in a calming rhythm. The tears now flowed freely, relieving the weight of his sorrow and inner pain.

“I saw him today,” he confided to his cat, as it licked his tears. “He looked like you. You know, just like when I found you outside my door. He seemed hurt and scared.”

Xiao rubbed gently against his master’s cheek.

“Besides, his new boyfriend is strange,” the young man added, moving closer to his feline companion’s body. “He said something about a cat needing to be disciplined to be obedient. When he said that, I just wanted to…”

Aether shifted slowly toward his cat’s form, seeking comfort in its soothing presence. He felt the soft fur beneath his fingers as he gently stroked the animal’s belly. The cat purred softly, a comforting sound vibrating through his entire being, easing his troubled mind.

Surrendering to the reassuring embrace of his feline companion, Aether pressed his cheek against the animal’s belly, absorbing the warmth and softness that radiated from it. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of safety and well-being wash over him as the steady beat of his cat’s heart seemed to merge with his own in a calming symphony.

Two of the cat’s paws now rested delicately on Aether’s face, as if offering him support and solace in his moment of distress. Aether allowed himself to be enveloped in this embrace, feeling surrounded by his pet’s unconditional love—an affection that transcended words and the barriers of human communication.

“Your comfort is far more soothing than words, Xiao.”

Gently detaching himself from the cat’s reassuring hold, Aether gave one last grateful glance before sitting upright on the couch. The cat, graceful as ever, leapt onto his lap and curled into a ball beside him, seemingly ready to continue their peaceful moment of closeness.

Fixing his gaze on his phone, Aether absentmindedly scrolled through his social media, letting his mind wander amid the posts and notifications. Then, suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, he remembered Mushiko and Xiao. A rush of mixed emotions swept through him—curiosity intertwined with apprehension at the idea of revisiting their online profiles.

His fingers glided across the phone’s screen, navigating through apps until he reached Mushiko’s and Xiao’s profiles. His heart beat a little faster in his chest, anticipating what he might find. He wondered if he was ready to face the painful memories these profiles might stir.

Yet, despite his hesitation, Aether felt an irresistible need to know what had become of Mushiko and Xiao, even knowing it might reopen old wounds. He drew a deep breath, filling his lungs to steel himself for whatever lay ahead.

Fixing his gaze on the screen of his phone, Aether began scrolling through the profiles of Mushiko and Xiao, his eyes absorbing every detail with an almost painful intensity. He lost himself in the images and words, recalling the moments shared with those two people who had marked his life in one way or another.

Aether studied Mushiko’s profile, his eyes drinking in each detail with an almost hypnotic focus. The pictures that unfolded before him told a poignant story—a tale of love and decline. In every photo, Mushiko and Xiao were together, their faces pressed close, yet the expressions on Xiao’s face betrayed no happiness. There was something forced in his smile, something tense in his eyes.

The snapshots revealed a tragic progression, a slow, insidious descent that only the passage of time could reveal. Aether could see Xiao’s transformation over the months—his health deteriorating, slowly but inexorably. Drawn features, dark circles beneath his eyes, the pallor of his skin...

Each photograph was a silent testament to Xiao’s inner struggle, his battle against something far greater than himself.

What struck Aether most was how, in every image, Xiao clung to Mushiko’s arm as if holding on to her was the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely. The turtleneck sweaters—symbols of his desire to conceal, to protect something fragile and vulnerable within him—had become his trademark attire, replacing the short-sleeved shirts that once revealed his tattoo.

As Aether scrolled back through the posts, he felt the mounting urgency of Xiao’s situation, the pain and distress growing more palpable with every captured moment. He could almost hear Xiao’s muffled whispers, the silent screams of anguish echoing through the pixels of each photo.

Aether’s heart tightened painfully in his chest as he took in this heartrending tableau of love and suffering. He felt powerless before Xiao’s torment, yet at the same time, a deep empathy stirred within him—a bond forged by their shared past.

“I don’t understand. Why does he look so unhappy?” Aether murmured, then sighed deeply.

His cat purred softly, batting playfully at the blond’s thighs with its paws. The young man chuckled and stroked the animal’s head.

“If you could answer, I’m sure you’d tell me not to dwell on them and to focus all my attention on you.”

Aether scrolled through Xiao’s profile with scrupulous care, his eyes absorbing every detail with an almost obsessive intensity. Nothing had changed since his last visit. The description—a phrase heavy with meaning and shared memories—remained untouched, frozen in time. That single line of text had become a tenuous link between them, a connection that seemed to defy the ravages of time and distance.

But it was the photo that immediately caught Aether’s eye—a simple image, yet so complex in its meaning. The beach in the background, golden sand kissed by the waves, formed an idyllic frame for a scene of love. At the center of the picture, their intertwined hands shaped a heart—an intimate and genuine gesture of affection. And yet, despite the tenderness conveyed, there was something poignant in the way their rings echoed one another.

Two rings alike, symbols of commitment and shared love, but only one person shown in the photo. A single figure whose face was not visible, yet whose presence was felt in every pixel of the image. Aether could almost feel the warmth of Xiao’s hand against his own, the thrill of happiness coursing through him at that precise moment.

It was this contradiction that made the photo so heartbreaking, so poignant in its simplicity. Aether knew that anyone else looking at it would immediately think of Mushiko, the first assumption made without question. But for him—Aether—that image was far more than just a portrayal of shared love. It was a reminder of their past together, their moments of complicity and tenderness, but also the pain and sadness that ultimately tore them apart.

As he lingered over the photo, Aether found himself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Nostalgia, regret, hope, and sorrow tangled within his mind, forming a complex tableau of indescribable feelings. And as he closed the page, leaving behind memories and regrets, he couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for him—and whether he might one day find the path back to love and happiness.

“You call that a relaxing evening…” the young man lamented, resting his head against the back of the couch. “I still want to smoke.”

Aether rose from the couch with a deliberate slowness, his movements heavy as if weighed down by the turmoil within his mind. His footsteps echoed softly through the room as he made his way toward the low table where his pack of cigarettes lay—a silent echo of his dark thoughts. His fingers closed around the packet with a grip almost desperate, before he turned and walked out onto the balcony, that solitary sanctuary where he often sought to face his inner demons.

The sliding door creaked faintly as Aether closed it behind him, sealing in his sorrow and solitude within the cold intimacy of the winter night. Outside, the dim glow of streetlamps faintly illuminated the sleeping cityscape, while the smoke from his cigarette mingled with the tendrils of vapor that escaped his lips into the chill night air.

Drawing a deep breath of the acrid smoke, feeling its bitter taste flood his lungs, Aether was overcome by a wave of distress. Each inhalation seemed to offer a fleeting relief to his inner pain, yet it merely masked the relentless torment gnawing at him.

In the oppressive silence of the night, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, shattering the monotony of his dark thoughts. A call from Kazuha—a reminder of the outside world waiting beyond the walls of his apartment, a tenuous link to reality that seemed to vanish like the smoke of his cigarette into the darkness.

Aether hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen, then took one last drag of his cigarette before crushing it carelessly against the balcony railing. He closed his eyes briefly, seeking the strength within to answer, to face the warm voice of his friend that would soon sound through the receiver.

“Hello?” the blond said simply, bringing the cigarette back to his lips.

“Hey, Aether,” Kazuha’s jovial tone came through. “I thought I should check in on you since it’s been a few days.”

“Well, I’m fine, really,” Aether replied. “Just buried in work, so I haven’t been paying much attention to anything else.”

"You're holed up in that little apartment of yours most of the time," Kazuha said. "You should really get out more."

"You know," Aether muttered, the cigarette resting between his lips muffling his words slightly, "I have a cat now. He gets really scared when I'm away for too long, so I make sure to come back as quickly as I can every time."

"Wait—wait." The white-haired boy coughed a little and sighed. "I have several questions. First of all, since when do you have a cat?"

"I found him in front of my place a few months ago." Aether exhaled a stream of smoke, his voice weary.

"Right... okay." Some muffled sounds came from Kazuha’s side. "And more importantly, since when did you start smoking?"

Aether choked on the smoke and coughed softly.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not stupid, Aether," Kazuha snapped, his tone sharp. "Last time, you smelled like ciigarettes. And now you're obviously smoking."

"Kazuha..." Aether began, but his voice faltered and died in his throat. "It's been a year."

"So you're telling me you've been ruining your health for a whole year?"

"I'm not ruining anything," Aether shot back, his irritation flaring.

"You should've told me your breakup with Xiao was hitting you that hard," Kazuha pressed, his voice still edged with frustration. "I would’ve come to see you—wherever you were—and tried to help. I never would've let you touch a cigarette."

"Leave me alone, Kazuha," Aether hissed, his voice trembling as it pushed past clenched teeth. "I'm twenty-six. I can do whatever I want with my life."

"There are other ways than smoking!"

"Yeah, well, it's the only thing that still reminds me of Xiao!"

The words burst out of him before he could stop them, his emotions spilling into the silence like blood from a wound. On the other end of the line, Kazuha fell silent. The space between them seemed to swell with unspoken grief, the weight of their conversation too heavy for words to pierce.

Aether stared down at his phone, now resting in his palm like a shard of something broken. His thumb played absently with the burnt end of his spent cigarette, rolling it between his fingers, twisting and turning it in a nervous rhythm that betrayed the storm within him. Every motion was taut with tension, as though his body was trying to expel the frustration and despair coiled tight inside him.

The quiet in his apartment felt louder than ever, amplified by the deafening roar of his turbulent thoughts. He felt trapped—tangled in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, torn between the aching need to open up and the fear of what it might cost him. His heart pounded against his ribs like a drum, its echo deep and hollow in the oppressive hush of the night.

"Aether… you haven't forgotten him, have you?" Kazuha's voice was quiet, almost fragile. "All this time, you were just pretending, weren’t you?"

"Yeah…" Aether replied, his voice cracked and raw as he rubbed at his eyes. "I can’t forget the four years I spent with him. I miss him so much."

"He’s forgotten you."

"I know."

"He’s dating someone else now."

"I know."

"You’re the only one still hoping to relive those memories."

"I know."

"I don’t know how to mend a broken heart," Kazuha said after a pause, his voice steadier now. "But I’ll help you forget him, too. I think the best way is for you to go out more often, spend time with other people."

"I already go out as much as I need," Aether shot back, tracing an invisible line along the edge of the balcony with one finger. "And when I’m not doing well, I still have my cat."

"Tomorrow evening, I’m taking you to a club," the red-streaked boy declared proudly. "I’ll bring my new boyfriend and Venti. No need to invite more—Venti will handle that part for us."

"That’s really not necessary…" Aether mumbled, straightening up slowly.

"You’re one of my best friends, Aether." Kazuha’s tone softened but remained firm. "I don’t want to see you spiral into smoking just because some guy couldn’t keep his promises."

"Thanks, Kazuha."

"You don’t have to thank me. I know you’d do the same for me."

After hanging up the call, a sense of relief settled quietly in Aether’s chest, like sunlight slowly piercing through a stormed-over sky. He set his phone gently on the coffee table, feeling the lingering weight of the conversation begin to lift. A faint gleam of determination sparked in his eyes as he rose to find Xiao, his faithful feline companion.

The cat was there, right where he always was, waiting patiently for his return. Aether bent down to scoop him into his arms, feeling the soothing warmth of his fur against his skin. A wave of tenderness washed over him as he held the cat close, letting himself sink into the quiet comfort of that small, grounding presence.

Together, they walked toward the bedroom, where Aether had decided to spend the night with his loyal companion. The soft glow of the bedside lamp lit the room with a gentle, golden hue, casting warmth into the shadows. Aether placed Xiao carefully on the bed before lying down beside him, allowing the softness of the mattress and the quiet nearness of the cat to cradle him.

The steady rhythm of Xiao’s heartbeat pulsed in the stillness, a lullaby that eased the turmoil in Aether’s chest. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts settle at last, as the cat curled against him—a gentle, breathing anchor in the silence of the night.

"Goodnight," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss the top of the cat’s head. "And please… don’t wake me up at six for your kibble."

Chapter Text

The next day, Aether stepped off the bus, phone in hand, clinging to the glowing screen as though it were a compass. The bitter winter cold wrapped around his face, but his eyes never strayed from the GPS, following the directions with unwavering focus. The snow crunched beneath his feet, composing a soft, steady rhythm that echoed with each step. Every breath emerged in a pale plume of vapor, a quiet testament to the biting chill.

The winter sun hung low in the sky, casting long, slender shadows over the white ground, but Aether didn’t look up. The light rebounded off the snow in a dazzling glare, bathing the world in an almost otherworldly glow. Buildings, draped in a heavy white coat, appeared more majestic, more imposing—but he paid them no mind. His world had shrunk to the screen in his hand and the blue line he followed.

At each intersection, his brow furrowed as he checked the path with meticulous care. Sometimes he stopped abruptly, realizing he’d taken a wrong turn. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and he doubled back, leaving a second trail in the untouched snow. The sharp air scraped down his throat, stinging in a way that kept him alert and sharp.

Despite the cold, there was a warmth inside him—a quiet fire of resolve that urged him forward. He had to reach his destination, no matter the detours. The people around him, bundled in coats and scarves, seemed to live in another world, a parallel reality that never touched his own. Only his feet and the glowing screen mattered, as if the two were fused together in this urban pilgrimage.

As he walked, the hush of snowfall seemed to muffle every nearby sound, casting the city in a dreamlike stillness. A few cars passed by, tires hissing through the slush, and passersby spoke in muted tones that were quickly swallowed by the cold. It all felt distant, background noise to Aether’s singular focus. The sun continued to shine weakly, its rays offering no warmth but casting a stern kind of beauty over the frozen scene.

After more than five minutes of walking, Aether finally reached his destination. The building rose before him, solemn and silent, its austere facade cloaked in a delicate layer of snow. The winter sun caught in the windows, casting bright reflections and drawing attention to the sharp lines and carved details of the architecture. Aether lifted his gaze, studying every inch of the exterior—from the heavy columns framing the entrance to the wrought iron balconies clinging to the upper floors.

Bare trees lined the pavement, their naked branches etched against the pale grey sky like black lace. A light breeze stirred the last dry leaves clinging stubbornly to the branches, adding a note of melancholy to the already weighty atmosphere. Aether felt the cold seep through his coat and burrow into his bones, but he remained still, transfixed by the sight of the building before him.

Silence reigned, broken only by the distant hum of passing cars and the muffled whispers of pedestrians wrapped tightly in their scarves. The hour of his meeting with Mushiko was drawing near, and Aether felt a wave of anxiety rising in his chest. His thoughts wandered to Xiao, his mind clouded with questions and uncertainties. Each second of waiting stretched into what felt like an eternity, elongated by the cold that seemed to slow time itself.

He warmed his hands by breathing softly into them, then rubbed them briskly together before tucking them into his coat pockets. The snow beneath his boots crackled with every slight movement, a constant reminder of the season’s unforgiving chill. He glanced repeatedly at his watch, counting the passing minutes with near-obsessive precision. Each tick echoed in his mind, amplifying his restlessness and quiet dread.

Time passed with excruciating slowness, and Aether resumed studying the details of the building before him. He noticed traces of salt on the front steps—a sign someone had recently cleared the snow with care. The ground-floor windows were framed with elegant curtains, hinting at a warm, well-kept interior. He imagined the rooms inside, wondering how they might be arranged, what stories they might hold behind their quiet walls.

At last, he stepped back from his scrutiny, taking in the building as a whole with a critical eye. He pulled out his phone and checked the address one final time, ensuring he was indeed at the right location. Once reassured, he slipped the device back into his pocket and leaned against a lamppost, his hands still buried deep for warmth. The snow continued to fall in a gentle hush, blanketing the scene in a fragile calm that contrasted his inner unrest.

As he waited, Aether tried to still his thoughts, focusing on the rhythm of his breath—drawing in the sharp, frozen air and releasing it slowly. He knew this meeting with Mushiko was important. He needed to remain steady, composed.

Is he late? he wondered, exhaling a sigh as he shifted his weight against the wall. Or am I simply too early?

As he waited, a small white cat approached him silently. The feline seemed to emerge from nowhere, its pawsteps so light they left no trace on the snow. Its large blue eyes sparkled with curiosity and mischief, and it advanced without fear toward Aether, gaze fixed intently upon him. The contrast between the immaculate purity of its fur and the dull, grey surroundings was striking—like a sudden stroke of light on a monochrome canvas.

The cat brushed gently against Aether’s legs, releasing a soft, soothing purr. Startled but charmed, Aether slowly crouched to get a better look at the creature. He extended a hand, hesitating for a brief moment before letting his fingers glide along the cat’s silky back. The warmth of its small body pierced through the biting cold of winter, offering an unexpected comfort. Aether’s touch sank into the plush fur, each stroke deepening the cat’s contented purring.

Aether couldn’t help but smile at the animal’s affectionate behavior. It reminded him of his own cat, Xiao, whose dark fur and wide golden eyes stood in sharp contrast to this snow-colored visitor. Xiao—with his more aloof nature and nocturnal habits—seemed to belong to an entirely different world from this new companion.

The white cat sat back on its haunches and looked up at him, its whiskers trembling faintly in the winter breeze. Aether noticed its dainty paws, the soft pink pads stark against the pale snow. Every detail of the cat radiated a fragility and tenderness absent in Xiao’s wilder, more enigmatic presence. Where Xiao embodied mystery and distance, this creature seemed to be made of innocence and quiet grace.

Aether continued stroking the cat, a calm spreading through him, easing some of the tension that had clung to him since his encounter with Xiao. Simply tending to this small, living being anchored him in the present moment, allowing him to forget—if only briefly—the chaos of his inner world. The cat’s eyes, wide and expressive, reflected a trust and serenity that echoed deeply within Aether’s unspoken needs.

The cat rolled onto its back, revealing a soft belly—a clear invitation to continue. Aether obliged, chuckling under his breath at the way the feline squirmed with delight. This brief communion with the white cat felt suspended in time, separate from the cold and colourless world beyond it.

Suddenly, the cat rose and stretched with elegant poise, then rubbed itself once more against Aether’s leg, as if to thank him for the warmth. Then, as silently as it had come, it padded away, disappearing into the long shadows cast by the surrounding buildings. Aether straightened slowly, his gaze following the small figure until it vanished completely.

“Well, it seems you’re quite popular with cats, Mr. Viator,” came a voice suddenly, not far behind him.

Aether turned sharply toward the sound and spotted Mushiko.

“Oh—hello, Mr. Dokan.” He straightened at once, his gaze remaining fixed on the man. “I was waiting for you.”

“I had a feeling you might be.” Mushiko let out a soft chuckle, and Aether gave a nervous smile in return. “Come with me. I’ll take you to my apartment.”

“Of course.”

Aether followed Mushiko into the building, their footsteps echoing faintly through the empty foyer. The heavy, muffled atmosphere of the place seemed to swallow all sound, making their passage feel strangely unreal. The grey walls, faded with age and scarred with damp patches, lent the corridor a somber, desolate air. The metal spiral staircase felt endless as they climbed in silence, floor after floor.

By the time they reached the third level, a slight tension had taken hold of Aether’s body. Mushiko stopped in front of a worn door, its surface marked by years of use and countless hands. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a keyring, the metallic clinking briefly breaking the oppressive quiet. Aether watched Mushiko closely, noting the steadiness with which he handled the keys—a confidence that contrasted sharply with the frailty suggested by his gaunt frame.

The key turned with a plaintive creak, and the door swung open onto a dark interior. A musty, dusty smell wafted out, curling into Aether’s nose and reinforcing the faded sorrow that clung to the place. Mushiko gestured for him to step inside, and Aether crossed the threshold cautiously, his eyes adjusting slowly to the gloom.

The apartment appeared untouched by time. The furniture, though still serviceable, was worn and outdated, relics from another era. A sagging green velvet sofa stood at the center of the living room, flanked by a scratched wooden coffee table. The curtains were drawn across the windows, allowing only a faint, filtered light to seep through, casting the space in a dim, melancholy glow. A quiet stillness hung in the air, as if the room itself had been holding its breath for years.

"Does someone smoke here?" Aether asked abruptly, his eyes widening the moment the question left his lips. "I mean—what I meant was, the yellowed walls often suggest someone smokes indoors."

"Yes, my partner smokes a lot," Mushiko replied plainly as he unwound his scarf. "I've told him to stop, but he never listens."

"I see..."

"I’ll show you the holes in the walls first."

Aether followed Mushiko into the bedroom, each step deepening his unease. The atmosphere here was even more oppressive than in the rest of the apartment. The room exhaled a damp, musty scent, as if the windows hadn’t been opened in years. A cold, grey light filtered through heavy, faded curtains, amplifying the sense of gloom that clung to every object.

The double bed, pushed against one wall, was clearly used by only one person. The sheets were tangled, the blanket disheveled—evidence of restless sleep—while the other half remained untouched, the surface smooth and undisturbed, like a place long since abandoned. On the nightstand stood a switched-off lamp, a leaning stack of books, and an alarm clock whose glowing red digits seemed to tick meaninglessly in the still air.

Mushiko stepped toward the wardrobe and opened it slowly, revealing a haphazard row of clothes. He parted them deliberately, exposing the wall behind. There, scarred and splintered, were the marks Aether had come to see. The wall bore the traces of past violence—holes of varying shapes and depths, each a mute testament to fury and despair.

Some were sharply defined, unmistakably shaped by clenched fists. Aether could almost feel the pain behind each blow—the skin striking plaster with blind, desperate force. Others were more chaotic, torn as though a head or a body had been slammed against the wall. The ragged edges and scattered flakes of plaster spoke of collisions that had not been accidental.

Aether felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the damage. It was as though he could hear the ghostly echoes of screaming, the muffled sobs absorbed by these very walls. The room whispered of suffering, and the tension in his chest grew tighter with every passing second. He glanced at Mushiko, who remained impassive, his face unreadable.

The reality of the situation settled upon Aether with a stark and sudden clarity. These were not just holes in plaster—they were silent witnesses to a profound emotional wound, to a life shaped by struggle, sorrow, and volatility.

Aether’s discomfort was impossible to ignore, but he forced himself to remain composed, to mask the emotional blow these revelations had dealt him. He knew his presence here mattered. Straightening slightly, he drew a slow breath in an attempt to calm the rapid beat of his heart.

“My question might sound a bit strange, but it looks like someone has punched the wall, doesn’t it?”

“You think so?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Aether admitted, lowering his gaze to the floor.

“I think the neighbors enjoy making these marks on my walls,” Mushiko stated as he closed the wardrobe. “I have similar damage in the kitchen.”

“We should get a mason to come and assess how deep these holes go,” the real estate agent suggested, shifting his gaze back to Mushiko. “He can repair them for you.”

“You’re right, that would be wise.”

“Could you show me the plumbing?”

Mushiko led Aether to the bathroom, where the already heavy atmosphere of the apartment seemed to thicken further. The room was cramped, lit by a single bare bulb that cast a harsh, unforgiving light over the tiled walls. Aether immediately noticed the dampness seeping through, dark, moldy streaks sprawling like diseased veins.

Mushiko approached the sink, his gaze fixed and resolute, pointing toward the exposed pipes. At first glance, they appeared merely defective, but a closer look revealed pipes not only broken but disturbingly warped. The bent and twisted metal suggested considerable force, a deliberate act of destruction. It was as if someone had ripped the pipes out in a fury, perhaps wielding them like crude weapons.

A wave of unease washed over Aether, a palpable anxiety tightening in his stomach. The danger lurking in this apartment grew clearer with every detail. Every mark on the walls, every displaced or damaged object told the story of a turbulent and violent past.

The plumbing, in particular, bore the scars of this history. The jagged, uneven edges of the broken pipes echoed desperate, furious blows. Aether could almost hear the metallic clang of impact, imagine the pain and fear that had accompanied these violent acts.

Slowly, he turned his head toward Mushiko, searching for answers in his eyes. But what he found only deepened his discomfort. Mushiko was not as sane as he pretended. His eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and haunted, marked by a latent madness. Smiles and reassuring words could no longer conceal the troubling reality of his presence.

Aether felt trapped inside the apartment, like a powerless observer staring down an impending threat. The realization struck him with quiet force: the situation was far more serious than he had initially believed. Violence and suffering seemed to permeate the air itself, clinging to every corner of the confined space like a toxic residue.

“Why is the plumbing warped like that?” he asked nonetheless, his voice measured, though the question felt like a stone dropped into still water.

“Oh, I tried to fix it myself,” replied the man with short blond hair, his tone almost casual. “Didn’t manage to.”

“I see...”

“Is something the matter, Mr. Viator?”

“No, not at all,” Aether replied quickly, maintaining a professional expression. “I just thought it would be wise to call a plumber as soon as possible.”

“You’re right. Because of the broken plumbing, the whole apartment reeks,” Mushiko added, already stepping out of the room. “Come along, Mr. Viator.”

Mushiko exited the bathroom and motioned for Aether to follow him into the kitchen. Still reeling from what he had just witnessed, Aether cast a nervous glance around as they passed through the narrow living room. He noticed the couch had likely doubled as a bed. Clothes were strewn across the cushions, tangled with half-zipped travel bags, scattered shoes, and opened books. Everything looked as if it had been thrown there in frantic haste, as if someone might need to flee at any moment.

The scene stood in stark contrast to the appearance of normalcy Mushiko tried so hard to maintain. Aether quickly shifted his attention back to his host, who was already in the kitchen, busying himself around the coffee maker. The space was small, cluttered with kitchen tools and canned goods stacked haphazardly across the counter. A crooked shelf held mismatched plates and chipped mugs, lending an odd sense of chaotic continuity.

Mushiko moved with mechanical precision, his hands deft and practiced. The swiftness and accuracy of his motions were almost unsettling—an overcompensation, perhaps, a distraction from the uncomfortable truths Aether had just uncovered. The sound of coffee dripping into the pot echoed in the tight room, its rich, bitter scent saturating the air like incense in a chapel of decay.

Aether remained silent, watching, his thoughts spinning in tight, anxious circles. The image of the holes in the walls and the mangled pipes refused to leave his mind. The unease inside him continued to swell, a silent alarm ringing with growing intensity. Every detail in the apartment deepened his sense of imminent danger.

Mushiko poured the steaming coffee into two chipped mugs and handed one to Aether, who accepted it with a trembling hand. The silence that settled between them was dense, every passing second stretching under the weight of unspoken tension. Aether could feel Mushiko’s gaze lingering on him, probing, as if trying to unearth his thoughts. The contrast between Mushiko’s composed exterior and the disturbing undercurrents of his private life was stark, almost surreal. Aether couldn’t help but wonder how much longer the man could maintain the illusion of normalcy.

Aether's mind churned. He couldn't simply walk away from this place, not now, not after what he had seen. He needed to find a way to reach Mushiko, to pierce through the armour of detachment and decipher what had driven him into this state. Somewhere beneath the decay and darkness, there had to be a wounded soul still hoping for salvation. But for now, Aether had to contend with the moment—the apartment’s choking atmosphere, the looming silence, and the demons Mushiko was so desperately trying to hide.

His gaze drifted into the depths of thought, and the coffee in his hands slowly lost its warmth. The day was far from over, and the road ahead promised no ease. But Aether was resolved. He would not abandon Mushiko to spiral further into this abyss. No one deserved to be swallowed by such loneliness, such quiet ruin.

“You’re not drinking?” Mushiko’s voice cut through the quiet, making Aether’s body tense involuntarily.

“I suppose I’m not a big fan of bitter things,” he replied, attempting a light-hearted tone. But Mushiko’s eyes grew firmer, his expression unreadable. “Still, I’ll drink it. You went through the trouble of making it, after all.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Mushiko said simply, taking a slow sip from his cup.

“You mentioned living with your partner. Is he not home today?”

“He works full-time at a café downtown. He’s rarely here—that’s why you haven’t seen him.”

“And what about you? What do you do for work?” Aether asked, trying to keep the conversation afloat, to make it seem ordinary, even as the unease lingered.

“I work nights. I’m a bartender,” Mushiko answered as he placed his empty mug on the counter. “So I’m usually free during the day.”

“Ah, I see.”

“And you, Mr. Viator—do you have a partner?”

“Sadly, no. There’s no one in my life right now,” Aether replied with a nervous laugh, clutching his mug a little tighter than necessary.

“I would’ve thought otherwise,” Mushiko said softly.

Suddenly, the front door burst open with a loud crash, and Mushiko froze, his eyes wide with shock as Xiao stepped into the apartment. Aether, caught off guard, felt his chest tighten painfully. He turned his back to Xiao instinctively, trying to mask his unease, though he couldn’t help but steal a glance over his shoulder.

Xiao, visibly exhausted, stood motionless on the threshold, casting a hesitant glance toward the two men in the kitchen. Mushiko, who had at first seemed paralyzed by the unexpected arrival, soon allowed his expression to twist into something far more sinister. Hatred—raw, unfiltered—contorted his features. His eyes narrowed, and his face hardened into something barely human. Aether, witnessing the sudden transformation, was left speechless.

How could a man who claimed to be in love harbor such blatant animosity toward the one he professed to cherish?

Aether felt panic welling up inside him like a rising tide. He instinctively tried to make himself smaller, as if he could vanish beneath Mushiko’s chilling glare. He lowered his head, avoiding all eye contact, but the oppressive atmosphere had already sunk its claws into the room. The silence stretched taut, broken only by the ticking of the clock and the slow, steady drip from the coffeemaker.

Aether’s eyes dropped to his own trembling hands, his mind a whirlwind of desperate confusion. He felt like an intruder in a scene of barely concealed hostility—a helpless observer to the toxic dynamic unfolding before him. The hatred radiating from Mushiko was nearly physical, thick and stifling, and Aether couldn’t fathom how Xiao endured such treatment day after day.

Mushiko began to move toward Xiao with deliberate slowness, each footstep landing with a dull, ominous thud on the worn floorboards. Aether could feel the heat of his fury rolling off him in waves. Xiao, meanwhile, seemed to shrink ever so slightly, yet he kept his gaze firmly on Mushiko—a mixture of defiance and weary resignation in his eyes. Aether, terrified of what might happen next, forced himself to breathe evenly, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of his heart.

He looked away, fixing his stare on an imaginary spot on the floor, but the image of Mushiko’s contorted face was etched into his mind. Every instinct within him screamed to run, to escape this suffocating place—but he knew he couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not without doing something.

He thought of Xiao—of the signs of violence he had uncovered—and from the depths of his fear, a fragile but resolute determination began to stir.

"Xiao, darling, what are you doing here?" Mushiko asked in a falsely cheerful voice. "I thought you'd finish at seven."

"I..." the dark-haired man began, casting a nervous glance at Aether. "My coworker said I should take the day off, so he sent me home."

"Well, now that your partner is here, I suppose I should probably—"

"You’re not thinking of slipping away, are you, Mr. Viator?"

"N-not at all," Aether replied, laughing weakly. "We still have to sign the paperwork."

"Xiao, take his cup," Mushiko ordered, his voice sharp and unquestionable.

At Mushiko’s command, Xiao approached Aether slowly. The latter’s heart pounded so violently that it echoed in his temples like a warning drum. Xiao, with a hesitant but deliberate gesture, reached for the cup that Aether still held. Their fingers brushed—just for a moment—but the fleeting contact sent a jolt through Aether’s entire body. Their eyes met, and in that suspended instant, he saw in Xiao’s gaze a vastness of sorrow and resignation that shattered him.

Aether looked away abruptly, unable to bear the emotional weight of that glance. An overwhelming, urgent craving surged within him—he needed a cigarette. The absurdity, the suffocating tension of this entire scene made the thought of retreating to the balcony, alone with the comfort of smoke curling between his fingers, suddenly and achingly irresistible. His hands trembled faintly, and he found himself yearning for that small ritual of escape with a desperate intensity.

Mushiko, observing the exchange with a cold, calculated satisfaction, stepped closer to Aether. He draped an arm around his shoulders—a gesture that feigned warmth but was, in truth, nothing but an assertion of control. Aether stiffened under the contact. The arm coiled around him like a vice, a silent claim of territory. The man’s proximity, the faint trace of his breath near his face, filled Aether with revulsion. A shiver ran down his spine, sharp and involuntary. He wanted to leave.

He could feel the palpable tension in the air, every muscle in his body taut, ready to react to the slightest threat. Mushiko’s embrace was heavy—oppressive, almost possessive—and Aether felt trapped, unable to break free. His mind raced, grasping desperately for an escape, for any means of extracting himself from this unbearable situation.

Despite himself, Aether’s thoughts strayed to Xiao. He wondered how the man could endure such constant oppression, such simmering violence that seemed to permeate every exchange with Mushiko. The contrast between Xiao’s outward calm and Mushiko’s underlying fury was striking. Aether could feel Xiao’s despair in every glance, every movement, and it shook him to his core.

Mushiko, meanwhile, continued speaking in that smooth, velvety tone of his, his words slithering into Aether’s mind like poison. But Aether no longer listened. He was lost in thought, his focus narrowed to the stifling weight of the arm curled around his shoulders.

“I apologize for the unexpected interruption,” Mushiko said, guiding Aether into the living room. “You must be unsettled.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Aether replied softly, swallowing with difficulty. “By the way, you mentioned having a cat. Where is it?”

“You see, my cat ran away not long ago,” the short-haired blond answered as he sat down on the couch. “Turns out, even with a bit of training, some cats simply can’t be tamed.”

Mushiko’s gaze lingered on Xiao for a few seconds before returning to Aether.

“I’m sorry to hear that. You must be quite sad.”

“He’ll come back. Don’t worry. They always do.”

After signing the documents for the upcoming repairs, Aether left the apartment with a crushing weight in his chest. The paperwork had been a mere formality, completed quickly, but the emotional strain of the visit rendered every movement leaden. As he walked away from the front door, he couldn’t help glancing back one last time, his eyes instinctively searching for Xiao—hoping for a final connection, a fleeting sign. But the apartment now appeared as cold and impersonal as a prison cell, and Xiao had vanished into its shadows.

The corridor was dimly lit, and each of Aether’s footsteps echoed in the oppressive silence. He felt as though the walls were closing in on him, encasing him in a frigid embrace. His instincts screamed that something was wrong, that this place harbored secrets far darker than anything Mushiko had let on. But how could one act on intuition alone? Aether felt powerless, unable to justify his suspicions with anything concrete.

As he descended the staircase, his mind kept circling back to the unsettling details he had observed—the holes in the walls, the warped piping, Mushiko’s hostile demeanor. Each clue seemed to confirm the unease coiling in his gut, yet he knew that without hard evidence, he could do nothing. Frustration rose within him, a bitter wave threatening to overwhelm.

Upon reaching the ground floor, he pushed open the building’s front door and was greeted by the crisp bite of winter air. The contrast between the apartment’s suffocating warmth and the sharp cold outside was startling—almost invigorating. Aether inhaled deeply, trying to expel the shadowed thoughts clinging to his mind. The winter sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the snow. The streets lay silent beneath a blanket of immaculate white, an image of serenity that cruelly clashed with the inner turmoil he carried.

He walked slowly toward the bus stop, unable to stop replaying the day’s events in his mind. Every detail returned to haunt him, feeding his sense of dread. He pulled his phone from his pocket, more out of habit than need, hoping for a distraction—anything to calm his nerves. But no notification, no message could dispel the deep-rooted anxiety that had taken hold.

When he reached the bus stop, he sat on the bench, his thoughts still tangled and chaotic. The cold began to seep through his clothing, but he barely noticed. The ominous feeling remained, heavy as stone upon his chest.

He knew this wasn’t over—that this visit was merely the beginning of something far darker and far more complex.

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That evening, Aether stood in the bathroom, brushing his hair with slow, methodical movements. Each stroke of the brush slid with almost ritualistic precision, taming the golden strands that spilled over his shoulders. Once the unruly mass was subdued, he gathered it into a neat ponytail, ensuring not a single strand escaped his control. He then adjusted the sleeves of his fine turtleneck sweater, the gesture offering a faint sense of comfort and security against the chill of the night.

He lifted his eyes to the mirror, searching his reflection as though hoping to find himself again. What he saw sent a shock through him. His cheeks, once full of life and color, were now sunken, etched with the shadows of fatigue and undernourishment. The skin stretched subtly over his cheekbones, accentuating the contours of his face in a troubling way. His gaze slid to his eyes—those windows to the soul that had once gleamed with curiosity and vitality. Now, they appeared dimmed, the droop of his eyelids betraying a profound weariness and a sadness he could no longer conceal.

Every detail of his face told a story of silent suffering. The dark, pronounced circles beneath his eyes bore witness to sleepless nights spent turning over heavy thoughts. His lips, once so quick to smile, were now thin and cracked, frozen in an expression of resignation. He took in the changes with a dull ache in his chest, aware that his appearance reflected the turmoil within. Aether drew in a deep breath, trying to summon strength, but the mirror offered only the image of a man teetering on the edge of exhaustion, struggling to maintain a facade of normalcy.

As he adjusted his sweater once more, his fingers brushed the skin of his neck—cold and sensitive beneath the fabric. The high collar concealed the gauntness of his throat, a futile attempt to hide the visible signs of his decline.

“How am I supposed to enjoy myself after seeing this...?” he wondered.

Aether stepped toward the dresser and reached for his favorite bottle of perfume. He spritzed it lightly on his wrists and behind his ears, hoping the subtle fragrance might obscure the fatigue clinging to him like smoke. He took a deep breath, the familiar scent offering a fleeting sense of solace, and then left the bathroom for the living room.

There, his cat was waiting patiently, its wide eyes tracking his every movement as he busied himself with changing the food and water bowls. Aether filled them carefully, his attentive gestures betraying the quiet affection he held for his feline companion. Once the bowls were arranged, he crouched down and gathered the cat into his arms, holding it close with tender care. The gentle purring of the animal hummed against him like a soothing melody, a quiet balm to the storm churning within. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the brief reprieve, his fingers slipping through the silky fur. Each rumble of contentment seemed to erase, if only for a moment, the weight pressing down on him.

Aether and Kazuha approached the car, and as they opened the door, Aether noticed a young man he had never seen before. Sitting in the passenger seat, the stranger’s medium-length brown hair framed a delicate face, and his green eyes sparkled with curiosity and enthusiasm. Aether quickly guessed that this must be Kazuha’s new boyfriend. A slight nervousness settled over him as he prepared to meet this new presence, wondering what kind of influence he might have on their group’s dynamic.

The young man turned his head toward them and offered a warm smile, the kindness in his gaze immediately putting Aether on edge. He couldn’t help but compare this new figure internally to Xiao, noting the marked difference in attitude and energy. As Aether slid onto the backseat, he felt a bit more at ease recognizing a familiar face—Venti, sitting on the opposite side. Venti looked up from his phone and waved, his presence lending a comforting sense of normality to the otherwise slightly tense situation.

Taking his seat beside Venti, Aether felt the cool leather of the bench beneath his legs. He adjusted his posture, trying to settle in comfortably while attempting to banish the rising apprehension within him. The car was filled with an atmosphere of silent curiosity; each occupant seemed to silently assess the new dynamic forming among them.

Kazuha started the engine, breaking the heavy silence with the gentle hum of the car. Aether glanced out the window, watching the city lights blur past as they merged onto the road. Streetlamps cast flickering reflections across the glass, weaving a dance of light and shadow within the cabin. He took a deep breath, seeking to soothe the restless mind troubled by recent events and uncertain days ahead.

The journey unfolded in relative calm, punctuated by the soft conversations between Kazuha and his new companion up front. Occasionally, Venti interjected with a light comment or a joke, attempting to ease the tension. Aether, though grateful for the effort, still felt slightly out of sync, his thoughts drifting toward Xiao and Mushiko. He forced himself to join the exchanges, offering polite smiles and responses, hoping the evening might grant him a moment’s respite.

The road seemed endless, each minute stretching into an eternity of mixed reflections and emotions. Aether watched the buildings and passersby, wondering about the stories and lives unfolding behind those illuminated facades. He found himself quietly hoping that the night’s destination would mark the beginning of a lighter chapter—a welcome pause amid the storm of his feelings.

“Ah, what a pleasure to finally see you again, Aether,” Venti said, turning to look at him at last. “I really thought you’d abandoned us to live your life with Xiao.”

“Venti, I told you not to make any comments about that,” Kazuha replied sharply, his eyes fixed on the road.

“Well, isn’t it true? Didn’t you leave Liyue with Xiao?”

“I’m no longer with Xiao,” Aether said, forcing a smile onto his pale face. “He left me a year ago.”

“Wait, what?” The bluish-haired boy looked confused and furrowed his brow. “But weren’t you supposed to get engaged? I don’t understand anymore.”

“We had different ideas about our future and argued.”

“Damn, sorry for bringing it up…”

“So, how have you been?” the blond asked, trying to keep the atmosphere calm inside the car. “Kazuha told me things have been tough for you lately.”

“Yeah, I just got out of rehab.” Venti sighed and rested his head against the seatback. “I won’t lie, it’s still hard. But with Kazuha’s help, things are better.”

“Remember, at first, he was just crying all the time,” the white-haired boy chimed in with a faint chuckle.

“Stop reminding me of that period!”

“Own it a little!”

“So, what’s your name?” Aether addressed the only man he hadn’t met yet.

“My name’s Heizou. Nice to meet you.” Heizou turned to smile at him. “Kazuha has talked a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to the name.”

“Likewise, Heizou.”

At last, they arrived in front of the nightclub, its colorful neon lights flickering in the night, drawing partygoers like moths to a flame. The music already throbbed through the walls, and a line stretched out before the entrance. Kazuha, accompanied by his new boyfriend, led the way confidently, with Venti and Aether close behind. Once inside, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The bass reverberated through the floor, and strobe lights sliced through the crowd in a frantic dance of colors.

Aether, however, felt disconnected from the electrifying energy around him. The bursts of laughter, the moving bodies—all seemed to unfold in a parallel reality. He murmured something to Venti, indicating he wasn’t in the mood to dance, then made his way to the bar. The bartender, a young man with blue-dyed hair, gave him a professional smile as he handed over a cold beer.

Grasping his drink, Aether scanned the room for an empty table. After a few moments, he spotted a corner set slightly apart from the dance floor—a small oasis of relative calm amid the swirling activity. He settled onto a metal chair, feeling the chill of the seat through his jeans, and took a long sip of his beer. The bitter, refreshing liquid slid down his throat, offering a brief distraction from his troubled thoughts.

From his vantage point, Aether could watch the dancers without feeling too exposed. Colored lights played across the sweat-slicked faces, forming mosaics of anonymous expressions, each seemingly lost in enjoyment. He noticed Kazuha and his boyfriend among them, their movements synchronized in an intimate, joyful dance. Venti, meanwhile, had already made new friends, his outgoing nature allowing him to blend effortlessly wherever he went.

Aether sighed, lowering his gaze to his beer as memories from recent days assailed him anew. Images of Mushiko’s apartment, hateful looks, the holes in the wall—all surged back with force, plunging him into a spiral of dark reflections. He wondered why he had let himself be drawn here, to a place where everyone appeared so carefree, while he felt weighed down by his own burdens.

Time seemed to flow differently within this noisy microcosm. Minutes melted into one another, marked only by the pounding music and bursts of laughter around him. Aether finished his beer and stared at the table before him, his fingers playing absently with the peeling label on the bottle. He wondered how much longer he could endure this charade before escaping back to the solitude of his apartment—the only refuge where he could truly let his thoughts wander unrestrained.

As he considered ordering another beer, his eyes once again lost themselves in the shifting crowd, unconsciously searching for a familiar face or a glimmer of comfort. But all he saw were strangers and shadows, dancing to the rhythm of a life he had temporarily left behind.

Suddenly, Venti approached, his footsteps light and nearly silent on the nightclub floor. His ever-present smile was there, but his eyes betrayed a sincere understanding and concern. Without a word, he took the metal chair beside Aether, the seat creaking softly beneath his weight. Aether felt the reassuring presence of his friend but did not immediately lift his gaze from the empty glass.

Venti studied Aether carefully, noting every detail of his face etched with fatigue and sorrow. He saw the dark circles beneath his eyes, the pallor of his skin, and that expression of resignation that seemed almost permanent now. He understood that despite the noise and music filling the room, Aether’s mind was elsewhere—lost deep in thought.

Venti’s gaze briefly fell on Aether’s hands, tightly gripping the beer bottle, knuckles white from the pressure. The stark contrast between the strength of his grip and Aether’s apparent fragility was striking. Venti knew his friend bore a heavy burden, far heavier than he let on. A pang of sadness stirred within him at how disconnected Aether seemed from the world around him.

Aether took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight pressing on his thoughts. The ambient noise—the music, the laughter—all seemed to fade slightly, giving way to a moment of quiet shared between friends.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?”

“To be honest, I’m not sure.”

“Is it because of Xiao?” Venti leaned closer to Aether’s ear so no one else could hear. “Do you still love him?”

“You could say that, I suppose.” Aether spun the bottle in his hands, seeking distraction. “You know, he has a new boyfriend. His name’s Mushiko, and he’s one of my clients.”

“His boyfriend is your client? That’s rough.”

“I had to visit his apartment this afternoon because he was complaining about all kinds of things—marks on the walls, broken pipes.”

“And?” asked the boy with the twin braids, listening closely.

“You’ll think I’m crazy, but…” Aether suddenly fell silent as the images flooded back to him. “The marks showed someone had hit the wall with all their might, and the pipes were bent. Like someone was using them to beat someone.”

“You think he’s hitting Xiao?”

A shiver ran down the blond-haired boy’s spine.

“From what I saw, I’d say so.”

“Aether, listen…” Venti began, placing a hand gently on his friend’s back. “I know you’re upset about the breakup, but that doesn’t mean you can say things like that without proof. Xiao loves someone else now. You have to accept that.”

“Do you think I imagined it?” Aether’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Maybe what you’re seeing is colored by jealousy.”

“Jealousy, huh…”

Venti left Aether alone at the table, his words still echoing in Aether’s mind like a distant bell.

It’s impossible for Mushiko and Xiao to have a toxic relationship.

The phrase looped endlessly, sowing doubt and unease in Aether’s already troubled mind. Was it really jealousy that had led him to such conclusions? Could his perceptions have been distorted by unresolved feelings buried deep within?

Sitting there alone, Aether lost himself in thought, his gaze vacant as it fixed on nothing in particular. He wondered if everything he had interpreted was merely a misunderstanding, a projection of his own insecurities and desires. Xiao seemed so distant, so different in Mushiko’s arms, but perhaps that was just a façade he had imagined. Maybe, behind that mask, Xiao truly found happiness, a peace that Aether could not comprehend.

Troubled by these conflicting thoughts, a growing restlessness stirred within him. Instinctively, he reached for his pack of cigarettes, hoping to find temporary escape in smoke and nicotine. But then he remembered, with mounting frustration, that he had given his pack to Kazuha earlier that evening. He closed his eyes briefly, struggling to contain the rising tide of his despair.

Abruptly, he rose, feeling an urgent need to fill the void, to quell the turmoil inside by some other means. His steps led him automatically to the bar, where he ordered a strong drink—something that might quickly numb his racing thoughts. The bartender handed him a glass filled with amber liquid, and Aether took it with a quiet desperation. He knew it was no solution, but at that moment, he needed something to soothe his frayed nerves.

Raising the glass to his lips, he felt the burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, flooding his body with a deceptive warmth. The sensation was both comforting and painful, a reminder of his own weaknesses and his ongoing struggle to find some semblance of inner peace. He took another, longer sip, hoping the swift intoxication would bring at least a momentary respite.

The noise of the nightclub seemed to recede as he focused solely on the liquid in his glass. His thoughts drifted to Xiao, to the moments they had shared, the smiles exchanged, the promises left unfulfilled. He wondered if he had ever truly understood Xiao, or if, blinded by his own feelings, he had completely misread the situation. Doubt settled in, sharp and cruel, leaving him feeling more isolated than ever.

Staring at the nearly empty glass in his hand, Aether wondered what he would do next. The weight of his emotions felt almost unbearable, and he sensed that the drink would only mask the reality he needed to face for a little while longer. He drained the glass in one swallow, hoping the haze of intoxication would at least ease his pain for the rest of the night.

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Aether woke with a crushing heaviness in his head, the unpleasant onset of a migraine threatening to swallow him whole. He blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy and stuck together with sleep, and registered with a pang of confusion that he was in an unfamiliar room. The walls wore a neutral, impersonal shade; the furniture was oddly arranged and devoid of any familiarity. His clothes lay scattered carelessly across the floor, forming a disorderly path leading to the bed.

Beside him, the stranger from the previous night slept peacefully, the sheets slightly pulled back revealing a vaguely familiar silhouette that nonetheless held no real meaning for Aether. Understanding what had happened settled over him immediately. A heavy sigh, laden with regret and resignation, escaped his lips as he ran a trembling hand through his tangled hair, struggling to impose some order on his chaotic thoughts.

The lingering scent of alcohol hung in the air, a reminder of last night’s excesses. His mouth was dry, the bitter taste of remorse coating his tongue. Aether turned his head toward the alarm clock on the bedside table. The unforgiving red digits glared back at him: eleven in the morning — a cruel reminder of lost time and decisions made under the sway of intoxication.

With a careful slowness to avoid waking the man beside him, Aether slid out of bed. His bare feet met the cold floor, a harsh contrast to the warmth of the bed he had just left. He straightened up, each movement amplifying the throbbing ache in his head, and set about finding the bathroom.

The room was dim, curtains drawn to block the daylight. Aether moved cautiously, his steps silent on the wooden floor. He opened one door, then another, until finally locating the bathroom. The cold tile beneath his feet added to his discomfort, but he ignored the unpleasant sensation, focusing instead on the need to refresh himself and gather his scattered thoughts.

Standing before the mirror, he paused, staring at his reflection with a look of exhaustion and disillusionment. Hollow cheeks and dark circles under his eyes bore witness to his deteriorating state. He turned on the tap, letting cold water fill the basin before plunging his hands into it and lifting them to his face, desperate to awaken fully. The shock of the cold water was invigorating, but it could not wash away the weight of the emotions that bore down on him.

As he wiped his face with a clean towel, the full weight of his despair settled over him. The events of the previous night, blurred and fragmented in his memory, returned in shards, each detail adding a fresh layer to his inner torment. He knew he would have to face the consequences of his actions eventually, but for now, he simply aimed to survive this difficult morning, seeking a fragile peace in the quiet stillness of this unfamiliar bathroom.

Aether allowed himself a shower, hoping the warm water would ease the tension in his muscles and wash away the lingering traces of alcohol in his system. The stream started lukewarm, gradually growing hotter as it cascaded over his skin, carrying away the remnants of the night before. He washed meticulously, focusing on each part of his body as if to purify himself from this night of wandering. He let the water run through his hair, massaging his scalp to dispel any lingering scent of smoke and alcohol.

Stepping out of the shower, Aether grabbed a towel and dried himself slowly, using the simple ritual to gather his scattered thoughts. He ran his fingers through his damp hair, then dried it before tying it back into a neat ponytail. His clothes from the night before, wrinkled and saturated with stale odors, lay where he had left them. With a grimace of disgust, he picked them up and dressed, each fabric against his skin a sharp reminder of his mistakes.

To mask the stubborn smell of alcohol, he pulled a small bottle of perfume from his pocket and sprayed it generously over his clothes. The fresh, floral scent overpowered the heavier, unpleasant odor of the night, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough to soothe the relentless pounding in his head. He would have to endure the throbbing pain, bearing the physical toll of his excesses.

Aether cast one last glance at the bedroom and the man still asleep in the bed. A mixture of regret and detachment filled him, as if he were watching a scene from afar. Quietly closing the door behind him, he set about leaving this unknown apartment and finding his own way back. Every step was a struggle, every movement intensifying the ache in his head, yet he forced himself onward.

As he descended the stairs and crossed the building’s threshold, his thoughts turned to his cat. The image of the small creature, patiently waiting for his return and perhaps meowing behind the door, accompanied him. That little being depended on him, and the thought offered a fragile comfort and motivation. He knew he had to go home — to that innocent creature that awaited him with unwavering loyalty.

The daylight hit him with a blazing, merciless intensity as he stepped out into the street. He blinked against the glare, squinting uncertainly as he shuffled toward the nearest bus stop. Every sound seemed to sharpen his migraine; every movement sent waves of nausea rolling through him, but he clenched his teeth and pressed on. He knew that once he reached home, he could rest and try to piece together his tangled thoughts—to confront the conflicting emotions swirling inside him.

As he walked, fragments of the previous night resurfaced—blurred memories tinged with confusion and remorse. He wondered how he had let himself be swept away like that, how he had lost sight of his own values and desires. But for now, all he could do was put one foot in front of the other, forging his way through the bustling streets, intent on returning to the shelter of his home.

“Well, I’ll try to find my way back…” he muttered under his breath, his boots crunching over snow-covered sidewalks. “Am I still in Liyue or not?”

Aether pulled out his phone, a flicker of panic rising as he saw the battery was nearly drained. His fingers trembled slightly as he fumbled to light the screen and consult the GPS. The faint, flickering glow illuminated his drawn face as he searched for the best route home. Relief washed over him when he realized he would need to catch a bus into downtown Liyue, but another wave of anxiety crashed over him at the thought of having to wait.

He sighed deeply, feeling the biting cold seep into his bones. The streets were crowded at this hour, the silence broken only by the soft echo of his footsteps on the pavement. A chill ran down his spine as he walked, his breath billowing out in misty clouds into the frigid air. He tightened his scarf around his neck, seeking some small comfort in the familiar gesture.

Above him, the streetlamp lights flickered uncertainly, casting shifting shadows on the facades of nearby buildings. Aether felt like a stranger in this familiar city, his mind swirling with thoughts as he tried to make sense of what had happened the night before. He bit his lip, fighting back the tides of confusion and regret that threatened to overwhelm him.

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Aether tapped his pen nervously against the side of his desk, his mind mired in a haze of troubling thoughts. The state of Mushiko’s apartment haunted him like a persistent shadow, and the idea of returning there weighed heavily on his chest. He was expected to accompany the plumber and the mason, to oversee the necessary repairs—but every fiber of his being recoiled at the prospect. The apartment wasn’t merely in disrepair; it radiated a palpable unease, an oppressive atmosphere that clung to his skin even in memory.

He had reviewed the damage again and again—the holes in the walls, the warped pipes, the unmistakable signs of violence etched into every corner. The thought of being alone with Mushiko turned his stomach. There was something in the man’s demeanor—his piercing gaze, the constant, veiled insinuations—that formed a tense, toxic brew Aether would do anything to avoid. The memory of the hatred he’d seen in Mushiko’s eyes, irrational and unprovoked, gnawed at him relentlessly.

He knew he had to face it—that he had a professional duty to fulfill—but he couldn’t help feeling like a trapped animal. The prospect of navigating that thick, unspoken tension, of standing once again in the stale air of that apartment, made his jaw tighten. He thought of Xiao, of the complex web of emotion that still bound them, and wondered how he could possibly live in such a place. The situation felt like a knot that couldn’t be undone, and Aether began to doubt whether he would ever find a way out.

His desk, usually a sanctuary of order and focus, had become a cell echoing with bitter contemplation. The ticking of the pen against wood was an anxious metronome, setting the tempo for his chaotic thoughts. He wondered if he could truly stomach what awaited him—what new things he might discover within those walls, what difficult conversations he might be forced to have, what decisions he would be compelled to make.

Every detail of Mushiko’s apartment looped in his mind with maddening persistence, denying him rest, denying him clarity. All he could do was sit there—adrift in the dim light of the afternoon—trapped between the necessity of action and the dread of what that action would require.

“Aether, is everything all right?” Ganyu asked as she stepped into the room, arms full of files. “You seem... distracted. Didn’t get enough rest over the weekend?”

“I’m just thinking about the fact that I have to go to Mr. Dokan’s place in an hour,” he replied simply, straightening up in his chair.

“Ah, right,” she said, her voice calm as she approached. “And... how was it, by the way?”

“Well, you see...”

He began to describe Mushiko’s apartment—every detail etched in his memory like an unhealed scar. The walls, pockmarked with holes of varying shapes and sizes, seemed to narrate a story of silent violence. Some looked unmistakably like the impact of fists; others bore jagged contours, as if made by the brutal collision of a head. The sight had sent chills down his spine, conjuring images of unrestrained rage and hidden suffering.

Aether went on to recount the bathroom, where the warped and broken pipes added an even more sinister dimension to the whole. He could still recall the feeling of unease that had crept over him at the sight of those metal conduits, torn from their fittings as though they’d been wrenched free to be wielded as improvised weapons. The thought that someone might have been struck with those twisted lengths of pipe haunted him still, deepening his conviction that this apartment concealed dark and dangerous secrets.

Ganyu listened in silence, her expression gradually shifting from concern to alarm. He noticed how her gentle features grew tense, reflecting the weight of what he was sharing. He spoke next of the living room, where a couch strewn with clothes and bags suggested it doubled as someone’s bed. The detail, though seemingly minor, struck a note of quiet sadness, hinting at the precarious and troubling conditions in which the apartment’s inhabitants were living.

Finally, Aether spoke of Mushiko himself—his unsettling demeanor, his strange behavior, and the inexplicable hatred Aether had glimpsed in his eyes. That hatred felt profoundly at odds with the notion that Mushiko and Xiao were romantically involved. The contradiction unsettled him, this dissonance between a façade of normality and a reality that reeked of something far more menacing. He ended by voicing his growing concern for Xiao, terrified that he might be trapped in a toxic, possibly dangerous relationship.

As he spoke, Aether realized just how deeply the experience had affected him. Sharing the burden with Ganyu brought a small measure of clarity. The weight of his words seemed to lift slightly from his shoulders, as if by entrusting her with the truth, he had begun to release some of his own fear.

“Keqing was right—he really does seem... mentally disturbed.”

“Don’t say things like that.” Aether let out a faint chuckle at her words before sighing. “To be honest, I don’t want to go there either.”

“Well, Keqing and I could come with you,” she offered as she set the stack of papers down on his desk. “That is, if you’re all right with it.”

“I’d actually like that,” he admitted, rising slowly from his chair. “Could you let Keqing know we’ll head out in twenty minutes?”

“All right. I’ll tell her right away.”

The crowded streets of Liyue blurred into a shifting backdrop as Aether continued to watch Xiao—a solitary figure adrift in the unrelenting motion of the city. Every step Xiao took seemed burdened with unspoken thoughts, weighed down by private worries. Aether felt a sudden surge of determination rise within him. He had to understand what was happening—for Xiao, for himself, and for this strange, tightening web that seemed to be forming around Mushiko and that apartment.

As he kept his gaze locked on Xiao, a chill ran down Aether’s spine. He couldn’t look away. Something about the way Xiao moved—so quiet, so faraway—only deepened his concern. The cigarette burned between his fingers, its ash drifting to the ground, carried off by the breeze.

Then, as if sensing the weight of Aether’s gaze, Xiao looked up—straight toward the real estate agency. Their eyes met, and for a heartbeat, the world held still. Aether’s heart leapt violently in his chest, a flush of heat rushing to his face. Embarrassment surged through him, mingled with the sting of surprise.

Had Xiao guessed what he was thinking? Had he seen through to the worry buried beneath his expression?

Flustered, Aether looked away at once, cheeks blazing. His pulse roared in his ears, each beat loud and unrelenting. The cigarette, now half-spent, felt suddenly absurd in his hand. He stubbed it out in the ashtray, his fingers trembling slightly, betraying the inner storm he could no longer contain.

He stepped back from the window, breath shallow, as he tried to rein in the flurry of emotion that had overtaken him. Thoughts swirled in his mind, disordered and frantic.

Why did a single glance shake him this much? Why did Xiao seeing him—just seeing him—leave him so utterly undone?

The memory of Xiao’s eyes lingered in his mind—eyes layered with emotions too complex to name. Aether ran a hand nervously through his hair, trying to compose himself. His cheeks still burned with residual shame, but beneath it was something else, something warmer. A fragile sense of connection he couldn’t dismiss. He had always felt exposed under Xiao’s gaze, but this time, it was different. There was a distance now, a sorrow between them like a shadowed chasm he didn’t know how to cross.

“I just hope he doesn’t give me a lecture about smoking…” he muttered to himself, then let out a nervous laugh.

After a few moments, Aether leaned once more toward the window, hoping to catch another glimpse of Xiao. But to his dismay, the street below was now empty of that familiar silhouette. Only the faceless crowd remained, each passerby hurrying along beneath the winter sun, absorbed in their own affairs. Aether let out a sigh of inexpressible sadness, a slow wave of apprehension and regret swelling inside him.

He closed the window with a weary gesture, the sharp click of the frame echoing through the still room. The cold air had left a lingering chill, contrasting sharply with the inner heat of his restless emotions. Turning away from the glass, Aether remained haunted by the memory of Xiao and the intensity of the look they had exchanged.

He moved toward his desk, where a neat stack of papers awaited him. Each document felt like a concrete reminder of the responsibilities he had to shoulder, the reality he was expected to navigate. He sank into his chair, attempting to focus on the work laid out before him. Administrative forms, renovation quotes—all of it suddenly seemed dull and meaningless next to the turmoil roiling within him.

His hand, still faintly trembling, grasped a pen. He began to sign the documents one by one, his attention wavering between the moment at hand and the tangled thoughts that clouded his mind. Each signature felt like a small step away from his preoccupations, yet he could not fully shake the shadow of Xiao that lingered at the edge of his consciousness. The words on the page blurred at times, numbers and technical terms slipping into abstraction beneath the weight of unspoken emotion.

The ticking of the wall clock punctuated his work, each second marking the slow, relentless passage of time. Aether clung to the orderly rhythm of his tasks, seeking in the familiar structure of bureaucracy a temporary refuge. Yet no matter how he tried to anchor himself, his thoughts kept circling back to Xiao—to that unexpected encounter that had stirred so many dormant memories, so many buried feelings.

At last, after what felt like an eternity, Aether set down his pen and gathered the signed papers. He rose, carefully placing each sheet into its respective folder. A faint, tempered sense of accomplishment settled over him, laced with a sadness that refused to dissipate.

He began preparing for his meeting with the construction workers, adjusting his outfit in an almost mechanical fashion. The weight of his thoughts had not lifted entirely, but he felt marginally more composed, slightly more equipped to face the day. With a final glance at the now-shut window, he stepped out of his office—resolved to seek clarity, both in the matters of work and of the heart.

“Boss, the workers have arrived,” Keqing announced, standing in front of the two men.

“Good morning, Mr. Viator,” said the plumber with a faint smile.

“I’ve read your report, Mr. Viator,” the mason added abruptly, stepping toward him. “If your suspicions turn out to be true—what do you want me to do?”

“Contact me in the evening, and send me the photos and your findings.”

“Same for me?” asked the other man, moving forward as well.

“Yes, please.” Aether gave him a professional smile, then turned toward Keqing and Ganyu. “Prepare the van. We’ll need to leave soon.”

“Right away,” replied Ganyu, before slipping out toward the front door.

Aether had spent a long time thinking through a plan. The situation with Mushiko troubled him deeply, and he couldn’t bring himself to ignore the warning signs he had perceived. His suspicions were growing, fed by every disturbing detail he had noticed in the apartment. He had decided to act cautiously and methodically, aiming to gather tangible evidence before making any further move.

He had therefore asked the plumber and the mason to take detailed photographs of any damage they found—holes in the walls, faulty plumbing—every element had to be thoroughly documented. Aether had also requested precise reports on the condition of the apartment, including all anomalies and technical observations. He wanted to be sure he had all the necessary information before taking action.

If his suspicions proved correct, he would file an anonymous report with the police.

“All set, boss. We’re ready to go.”

“Let’s go then.”

The two workers, Keqing, Ganyu, and Aether all climbed into the real estate agency’s van. Aether took the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly as he headed toward the building where Mushiko’s apartment was located. The atmosphere in the van was tense—each person wrapped in their own thoughts, bracing themselves for what they might find.

Aether drove with focused intensity, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. His mind churned with looping thoughts—anxiety and resolve locked in a silent battle. Keqing and Ganyu, seated in the back, exchanged quiet glances, sharing a tacit understanding of the weight of the moment. The two workers, meanwhile, murmured in low voices about the tasks ahead, their professional tone a stark contrast to the tension that pressed down on the rest of the group.

Upon arriving at the building, Aether turned off the engine and drew a deep breath. They all stepped out of the van, their footsteps echoing on the pavement as they made their way toward the entrance. Mushiko was already there, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His gaze swept over the group, hardening noticeably when he spotted Keqing and Ganyu.

Aether watched Ganyu’s silhouette disappear through the doorway, and a heavy wave of exhaustion settled over him like a shroud. He stood, his movements sluggish under the weight of his thoughts. Crossing the room to the window, he lit a cigarette, hoping the nicotine would dull the knot of tension coiled tightly in his chest. Smoke unfurled in lazy spirals, fading into the air as he drew in a long breath.

His gaze drifted beyond the glass, down to the streets below. That’s when he saw him—Xiao. A familiar figure, yet oddly out of place in this setting. Xiao walked slowly, a bag in one hand, seeming entirely lost in thought. Aether narrowed his eyes, a flicker of concern piercing the haze in his mind.

Why was Xiao here, far from his usual post at the Starbucks?

Something about the sight didn’t sit right. Xiao was known for his long shifts, his near-constant presence at work—and seeing him now, wandering without apparent direction, stirred a ripple of unease that Aether couldn’t ignore.

Then his eyes landed on the bandage. Still visible on Xiao’s cheek.

It was the same one he had noticed the previous Saturday. The image of that wound, still wrapped days later, reignited a storm of questions and quiet dread. What had happened to him? Why hadn’t it healed? The continued presence of the bandage hinted at something deeper—perhaps something that went far beyond a surface-level injury. And the thought that Mushiko might be connected to it echoed through Aether’s mind like a whisper he couldn’t silence.

He took another drag from his cigarette, the bitterness of it only sharpening the weight of his thoughts. He remembered how Xiao’s features had softened briefly when they’d met eyes earlier. But now, seeing him like this—adrift, vulnerable, as though walking through the fog of his own sorrow—something inside Aether stirred.

A quiet, pulsing urgency.

He needed to speak to him. To reach out. To know what was wrong—before it was too late.

Mushiko’s face—usually affable—closed off the instant he recognized the two young women. His eyes, dark and guarded, betrayed a barely concealed hostility. He straightened slightly, as if to reassert his authority, and fixed Aether with an intensity that made him shiver. The air seemed to grow heavier under the weight of the palpable tension rising between them.

Aether forced himself to remain composed, despite the mounting discomfort. He cast a quick glance at Ganyu and Keqing, who stood expressionless, their faces unreadable. The workers watched the exchange with cautious curiosity, fully aware of the situation’s delicate nature.

Lips tightly pressed together, Mushiko made a curt gesture to invite them in. Aether took the lead, followed closely by the others, while Mushiko shut the door behind them with a noticeable coldness. The dim lighting inside the apartment only deepened the oppressive mood that enveloped the group.

As they stepped in, Aether felt his heartbeat quicken. Memories of his previous visit surged back with a vengeance—each detail of the apartment reigniting his suspicions. He scanned the space closely, searching for any further sign of what he feared. Mushiko led them forward with firm, tense strides, his every movement edged with something almost threatening.

The workers began inspecting the damage, jotting notes and taking pictures, while Keqing and Ganyu exchanged subtle glances, their faces still carefully neutral. Aether remained slightly apart, keeping a close eye on Mushiko with heightened wariness. Every interaction, every word shared carried an undercurrent of distrust, the situation teetering between confrontation and restraint.

The heaviness in the room only bolstered Aether’s resolve. He knew this inspection was critical to uncovering the truth. As the workers continued their assessments, he braced himself for what might come, fully aware that each new finding brought them closer to answers—and to the actions he would have to take.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to bring company, Mr. Viator,” Mushiko said at last, turning to face him.

“Our boss needed help managing the work,” Keqing interjected suddenly, her tone verging on confrontational. “He’s not very comfortable dealing with unfamiliar contractors—he only just joined the agency.”

“I see.”

“In fact, Mr. Dokan, we were under the impression your partner might be here with you,” Ganyu added smoothly, ready to defuse Aether’s growing unease.

“My partner is very busy at the moment,” Mushiko replied, his tone clipped. “He works tirelessly to pay for the repairs.”

Aether remained silent, his eyes scanning the room with meticulous attention.

“You’re unusually quiet today, Mr. Viator,” Mushiko said as he stepped closer. “Is something troubling you?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about my cat,” the blond replied with a nervous laugh.

“Are you that attached to him?”

“Of course. He’s like family.”

“Our boss never stops talking about his cat,” Ganyu chimed in with a soft giggle.

Aether observed the room quietly over his shoulder while Mushiko engaged Keqing and Ganyu in conversation. Mushiko’s voice, calm and composed, filled the apartment with a steady murmur, but Aether found it difficult to focus on their exchange. His eyes swept across the space, noting every detail with an almost obsessive precision.

Beneath the couch, something caught his eye—something out of place. A deflated, punctured basketball lay there, abandoned and forgotten. Aether’s heart tightened at the sight. Xiao had always been meticulous with his sports equipment, ensuring that each item was in pristine condition. A ruined ball didn’t align at all with the perfectionism Xiao once held so dearly.

He remembered countless times watching Xiao carefully clean his gear, lining it up with near-military precision. Every detail mattered to him—every flaw corrected, every imperfection smoothed away without delay. The presence of this neglected, damaged basketball screamed of something unsettling. Something was wrong here, and this small anomaly was a silent testament to it.

Aether shifted slightly, trying to mask his unease. The conversation between Mushiko, Keqing, and Ganyu continued, a verbal dance in which every word seemed measured, every sentence deliberate. Yet a growing tension was building beneath it all. Mushiko spoke with a soft and tempered voice, but Aether sensed the chill underneath—a veiled hostility threading through his every syllable.

Meanwhile, the workers carried on with their inspection, snapping photographs and jotting down notes with quiet efficiency. Aether watched them closely, hoping their findings would confirm what his instincts already feared. Each click of the camera, each whispered exchange between the men, added another layer of weight to the already suffocating atmosphere.

Sensing perhaps the intensity of Aether’s gaze, Mushiko turned his head slightly. Their eyes met, and Aether forced himself to maintain a neutral expression, despite the storm of thoughts and emotions roiling within him. Mushiko offered a faint smile, but his eyes remained cold and remote. He quickly resumed his discussion with the two women, yet Aether couldn’t shake the feeling that every word was a calculated move, every smile a carefully constructed façade.

Aether suddenly felt ensnared in a web of lies and half-truths. The apartment, with its subtle signs of concealed disorder, had become a silent battleground. The deflated basketball was its mute echo—a symbol of the tensions simmering just beneath the surface. He wondered how many more clues lay hidden, waiting to be uncovered, how many buried truths would rise to the surface with time.

The plumber and the mason continued their inspection, moving methodically from one room to the next. Aether followed closely behind, his thoughts circling back again and again to Xiao and that deflated basketball. He knew this visit was only the beginning—a first step toward uncovering the truth of what was really happening in this apartment. Every detail, every small anomaly, was another piece in the intricate puzzle he was determined to assemble.

"Mr. Viator, we’ve completed the inspection," the plumber said, turning toward him with a look that carried unspoken implications. "We’ll start the repairs now."

"I’m going to fetch the cement. I’ll be right back," the mason added simply before leaving the apartment.

"Will the gentlemen be starting the work, then?" Mushiko asked, approaching Aether with a smile.

"Yes, they’ll begin immediately," Aether replied, forcing a polite smile onto his pale face.

"Will you be staying during the repairs?"

"That depends on Keqing and Ganyu."

"I had planned to assist the mason," Keqing interjected, slipping on a pair of gloves. "So I’ll stay."

"And the plumber asked me to hold the pipes while he screws them into place," Ganyu added, offering an apologetic smile.

"Oh, then Mr. Viator will keep me company." Mushiko seemed quite pleased with this arrangement, and gently guided Aether toward the balcony.

Out on the balcony, Aether stood awkwardly beside Mushiko. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of traffic from the streets below. Aether hesitated, his fingers playing nervously with the packet of cigarettes in his pocket. Mushiko, eyes fixed on the horizon, appeared lost in thought, his expression unreadable. The contrast between their respective discomforts was stark. Aether fought the growing urge to smoke, to retreat into the familiar ritual as a way to ease the tension coiling around him.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening shattered their fragile stillness. Aether turned his head toward the interior of the apartment, his heartbeat quickening. Xiao had just entered, a bag slung over one shoulder, his expression visibly tired. The dressing on his cheek was still there—a wound that refused to heal. Aether felt a wave of concern rising within him; every appearance Xiao made seemed only to deepen his suspicions, to sharpen his unease.

Mushiko, who had maintained a neutral expression until then, slowly turned to look at Xiao. His gaze, initially filled with anger and veiled reproach, shifted almost instantly into something more composed, more socially acceptable. It was as though one mask had been replaced by another. The sudden transformation did not escape Aether’s notice. He watched closely, his attention sharpened, the quiet performance playing out before him feeding the growing storm in his chest.

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Xiao, for his part, seemed oblivious to the palpable tension. He cast a quick glance around the apartment, his eyes lingering briefly on Aether and Mushiko standing on the balcony, before turning inward without a word. Aether felt a surge of conflicting emotions rise within him—relief at seeing Xiao, but also a deep concern for the young man.

His eyes followed Xiao’s every move. He could not help but notice the slight limp, the fatigue etched into his features, the visible signs of unrelenting stress. Mushiko, now facing inside, appeared to have regained his superficial composure, but Aether sensed the underlying strain. This silent moment of interaction between them contained a world of unspoken words, a complex dance of feelings and tension.

On the balcony, Aether felt more isolated than ever. Xiao’s presence, though reassuring, added another layer of complication to an already fragile situation. Finally, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with precise, controlled movements, attempting to soothe his nerves. The first inhalation of smoke seemed to quell some of his anxiety, yet his thoughts remained fixated on the strange and troubling dynamics he had just witnessed.

Inside, the work continued. Ganyu and Keqing assisted the workers, their voices mingling with the sounds of tools and professional chatter. But for Aether, all of it played out like a distant background hum—blurred and remote. What truly mattered now was to understand the subtle but powerful dynamics unfolding between Xiao and Mushiko, and to find a way to shield those he cared for from this web of conflict and secrets.

“I didn’t know you smoked, Mr. Viator,” Mushiko suddenly remarked, fixing him with an odd smile.

“Let’s say it happens now and then,” Aether replied simply, stepping away.

“Xiao, why don’t you come join us?” the man with short blond hair proposed, watching Xiao with a worried expression. “It’s rude not to greet our guests.”

“Don’t feel obliged to bring him here.”

“I’m don"t feel obliged,” Xiao said abruptly as he took his place beside Aether. “Besides, you should stop smoking. It’s bad for your health.”

“That’s rich coming from you, darling,” Mushiko interjected, before letting out a bitter chuckle. “You smoke more than a pack and a half a day.”

“I think it’s you who should quit smoking, then.” The boy with long blond hair smiled at the dark green-haired one before crushing his cigarette butt. “Don’t make your companion worry too much.”

“I…”

“Xiao refuses to listen to me, you know. He keeps smoking as if he doesn’t have to take care of me.”

“I’m sure he cares about you deeply, don’t worry...”

As Mushiko turned away to gaze at the landscape, Aether and Xiao found themselves side by side on the balcony. The unexpected closeness sparked an electric tension between them—palpable and unavoidable. Aether could feel the warmth radiating from Xiao’s body, his subtle scent mingled with a trace of despair. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to freeze.

Aether’s eyes, a deep and intense gold, locked onto Xiao’s, searching for answers, understanding, or perhaps simply a lost connection. Xiao’s dark, fathomless eyes reflected a mixture of pain, desire, and infinite sadness. It was as if every moment they had shared—each fragment of joy and suffering—condensed into this silent instant.

Their bodies, drawn together by an irresistible force, moved closer slowly. Aether could almost feel the softness of Xiao’s lips, the bitter taste of their shared memories. His heart pounded fiercely, echoing in his ears like a war drum. Every fiber of his being cried out to close the tiny gap between them, to bridge the distance.

But reality snapped back with brutal force. Mushiko suddenly turned toward them, and in an instant, Aether and Xiao recoiled, shattering that fragile yet potent connection. A wave of embarrassment and frustration surged through Aether; his cheeks burned with a mingling of shame and unfulfilled longing. He cast a quick glance at Mushiko, who now regarded them with a mixture of indifference and suspicion.

Xiao, for his part, averted his gaze, his features once again unreadable, but Aether could guess at the turmoil roiling beneath the surface. He forced himself to take a deep breath, to regain control of his emotions, yet the crushing sensation of loss remained. The moment had passed, and he did not know when they might again find themselves this close—without the barrier of their pasts and their fears.

Mushiko resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened, his voice drifting faintly through the cool balcony air. Aether listened with distracted ears, his mind still tangled in the intensity of the previous moment. He stole a glance at Xiao, seeking a sign, a hint that the other had felt the same. But Xiao remained impassive, concealing his emotions behind a wall of practiced neutrality.

Deep within, he knew something had to change. They could not continue trapped between feelings and circumstances. But for now, he resolved to play the expected role, to follow the current of events—while holding close the warmth of that shared gaze, and the faint hope of resolution to come.

“By the way, Mr. Viator, how does your cat manage when you’re not home?” asked the man with short blond hair, crossing his arms.

“Well, I honestly don’t know,” Aether replied sincerely. “I bought him several toys, but he never plays with them. Usually, I find him in my room, under piles of clothes he pulls out of my wardrobe when I’m away.”

“He’s so attached to you that he steals your clothes?”

“I think my cat’s afraid of abandonment. For example, when I go onto the balcony, he meows until I open the door.”

“Cats are quite perceptive about their owner’s mental health,” Xiao suddenly interjected, as both men turned toward him. “If he senses you’re sad, maybe that’s why he won’t leave you alone.”

“Xiao, you should check on the workers,” Mushiko snapped irritably, clearly annoyed.

Perhaps he wasn’t wrong—that a cat might distance itself from its owner if it sensed danger.

Chapter Text

In the cold, deserted streets of Liyue at eleven o’clock at night, Aether ran desperately. Thick snowflakes fell steadily, blanketing everything in a shimmering white cloak. Yet he barely noticed the silent beauty of winter. His heart pounded fiercely—not merely from the exertion, but more so from the gnawing anxiety that consumed him. His cat, his faithful companion, had fled earlier that evening after he had yelled at it for knocking over a plant.

He still remembered the frightened look in the animal’s eyes, wide with terror, just before it vanished in a flash through the half-open door. Guilt weighed heavily on him. It pressed down on his chest as he paced the snow-covered streets, calling the cat’s name with a voice breaking under the burden of remorse. Each step sank his feet deeper into the snow, making his run even harder, but he couldn’t stop. He had to find him.

Panic surged like a dark tide, flooding every corner of his mind. He passed shop windows casting dim light, streetlamps flickering under gusts of wind. His clothes, soaked with snow, clung to his skin, but he paid no heed. His breath formed clouds of vapor in the frigid air, each inhale burning his throat. He called out again and again, hoping to hear a meow in reply—but only the echoes of his own voice answered him.

His thoughts spiraled in a loop, chastising himself for impatience, for losing his temper. How could he have been angry over a mere knocked-over plant? The cat hadn’t understood—it had only been scared. The weight of this realization crushed him as he ran on, throwing frantic glances into every dark corner, under every parked car, behind every snow-laden bush.

The dread of not finding his little companion, knowing it was out there in the bitter cold, drove him beyond his limits. His legs trembled with effort, but still he pressed forward, fueled by fierce determination. Turning a corner, he slipped on a patch of ice hidden beneath the snow and sprawled across the hard, frozen ground. He rose quickly, ignoring the sharp pain throbbing in his knee and his scraped hands. There was no time to dwell on pain.

He thought of all the nights his cat had curled up beside him, purring softly, bringing silent warmth and comfort. He thought of the softness of its fur, the tenderness in its gaze. That thought propelled him forward, panic transforming into desperate urgency. He recalled the cat’s favorite spots, the places it liked to hide. Every corner needed searching, every possibility considered.

He thought of all the nights when his cat had nestled against him, purring softly, bringing warmth and silent comfort. He thought of the softness of its fur, the tenderness in its gaze. That thought quickened his pace, turning panic into desperate urgency. He remembered his cat’s favorite spots, the places where it liked to hide. Every corner had to be searched, every possibility explored.

At last, after what felt like an endless frantic search, Aether thought he heard a faint meow, almost swallowed by the wind. He stopped running and strained to listen, his heart hammering wildly. Another meow, clearer this time, made him spin on his heels. He ran toward the sound, hope swelling in his chest.

“Damn it, it’s not Xiao,” he cursed, coming face to face with a gray cat. “I don’t have time for this.”

When he realized it wasn’t his cat, a sharp pang clenched Aether’s heart. The shadow of hope that had driven him forward dissolved, replaced by an even deeper anxiety. He turned sharply and resumed his frantic pace. Snowflakes swirled around him, obscuring his vision, but he did not slow. Every passing minute intensified his fear of losing his companion.

Tears welled in his eyes, stinging his eyelids. He was afraid—a visceral, irrational fear of losing his cat, who was more than just an animal to him. He was his best friend, his family, the one who waited for him each evening at home, who comforted him in his moments of sorrow. Aether recalled every time his cat had curled up beside him, warming his heart and mind.

How could he bear the thought of losing him?

He ran breathless, desperately calling his cat’s name into the cold silence of the night. Occasional passersby, bundled in their coats, watched him with curiosity, but he paid no mind. His focus was wholly on finding his companion. His footsteps led him through familiar alleys and shadowed corners, places his cat sometimes slipped into.

The snow crunched beneath his feet, and each movement grew more painful as his strength waned. His breath came short, every inhale scraping at his throat, yet he pressed on. The thought of returning home without his cat was unbearable. Anxiety constricted his chest, making each step heavier, but he refused to give up.

His mind was assailed by dark thoughts—what if his cat had been hurt? What if he had ventured too far and couldn’t find his way back? Aether shook his head, banishing those terrifying notions. He must not succumb to panic. He had to stay focused, keep searching. The love he bore for his cat drove him onward, refusing to let exhaustion and despair claim him.

His tears, mingling with the falling snow, traced cold paths down his cheeks. His eyes scanned every corner, every shadow, desperate to catch a glimpse of the familiar silhouette of his companion. Never before had he felt such fear, such urgent need. He cursed himself silently for his impulsive reaction, for having shouted at his cat without good reason. That remorse fueled his determination, lending him the strength to carry on.

Minutes stretched into hours. Exhausted, Aether paused to catch his breath. His legs trembled, his heart hammered violently. Yet he could not give up. The thought of his cat, alone and frightened in the biting cold, was unbearable. He straightened, wiped his tears away with a rough gesture, and resumed his frantic search, resolved to find his friend, no matter the cost.

“Xiao, please come back!” the blond cried out, his voice cracking as he scanned the surroundings. “I promise you can have all my clothes!”

He stood in the middle of the street, shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. Tears streamed freely down his face, and despite his repeated attempts to wipe them away, they would not cease. The pain and anguish he felt seemed to crystallize in this moment, overwhelming him utterly. The biting cold of the night no longer mattered, nor did the accumulating snow around him. He felt lost, desperate, utterly unable to contain the flood of his emotions.

The sounds of the sleeping city were muffled by the white blanket covering the streets, creating a hushed atmosphere. Then, almost imperceptibly, footsteps approached from behind. At first, he paid no attention, too absorbed by his sorrow, but the sounds grew clearer. Aether lifted his gaze, straining to make out the figure advancing toward him.

It was Xiao.

Clad in his basketball gear, he stood out starkly against the wintery backdrop. Bandages wrapped the lower parts of his legs, contrasting sharply with the black sports sweater he wore. Aether stared at him, stunned. Tears still flowed, but now mingled with a strange mix of surprise and unexpected comfort.

Why was Xiao here, at this exact moment? Was it coincidence, or had he somehow sensed his former companion’s despair?

Xiao approached with steady steps despite the bandages that bore witness to recent wounds. His usually impassive face revealed genuine concern. Aether saw the determination in his eyes—the will to understand what had happened and to help, even if their relationship was no longer what it had once been.

Snowflakes swirled around them, settling gently on their clothes. Xiao stopped in front of Aether, locking eyes with him. Aether felt exposed, vulnerable, yet at the same time, a flicker of hope kindled within him. Perhaps Xiao could help him find his cat, to reclaim some of the serenity he had lost.

He tried to catch his breath, his sobs easing slightly under Xiao’s reassuring presence. The cold seemed less biting, as if the mere presence of the other man was enough to chase away some of his distress. The snow continued to fall, creating an almost unreal frame around their meeting. Their breaths mingled in the icy air, forming small white clouds.

Aether tried to speak, but his voice broke under the weight of his emotion. Without a word, Xiao laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. That simple gesture, full of tenderness and support, soothed Aether far more than any words could have. He felt the silent strength and comfort Xiao offered, and it gave him the courage to keep searching, not to give up.

“Aether, what’s going on?” Xiao asked, concerned. “Is it serious?”

“I…” He sobbed again, hiding his face in his hands. “I’m just looking for my cat.”

“He ran away?”

“Yes, I scolded him for some mischief, and he left.”

“Alright, I understand.” The dark-haired man stroked Aether’s shoulder and sighed. “I’ll help you find him. He can’t have gone far.”

“Thank you.” The blond straightened up and sniffled, then looked at him. “Thank you so much.”

“What’s his name?” Xiao asked, glancing around. “And what does he look like?”

“He’s called… Xio.” Aether lied, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. “He has black fur and golden eyes.”

“Does he have a collar?”

“Yes, a green collar.”

“That should make him pretty easy to spot,” Xiao affirmed, motioning for him to follow. “Come on, let’s go this way.”

Xiao led the way with firm, determined steps, while Aether struggled to regain his composure. The two men walked the snow-covered streets, their voices rising into the cold night as they called out for the lost cat. Each time they called his name, the echo seemed to vanish into the vast, silent city, leaving behind only a growing sense of despair. Snowflakes continued to fall softly, adding another layer to the white blanket already covering the sidewalks and roads.

Aether followed Xiao, trying to keep hope alive despite the weariness weighing on his shoulders. He scanned every corner, every shadow, longing to catch a familiar glimmer in the night. Panic and guilt churned inside him, nearly overwhelming his thoughts. But Xiao’s presence, his quiet determination, helped him move forward, refusing to let fear take hold.

Their footsteps, though hurried, remained cautious. They often paused to listen, to peer into the darkness for the faintest sign of life. Xiao, with his experience and calm demeanor, guided Aether with steady assurance. He knew these streets well and understood where a cat might seek refuge, warmth, or safety. The biting cold was merely a distraction, another trial in this desperate search.

After a while, Xiao slowed his pace. He had noticed Aether struggling to keep up, his breathing growing heavier, his steps less sure. Adjusting his stride, Xiao matched it to Aether’s, now walking side by side with him. The gesture, simple though it was, brimmed with compassion and support. Aether felt a surge of gratitude flood through him, his heart tightening at Xiao’s considerate attention.

They continued like this, softly calling the cat’s name at regular intervals. The snow muffled the surrounding sounds, rendering the atmosphere almost unreal. Their voices echoed faintly, dissolving into the white shroud enveloping them. Despite his exhaustion and anxiety, Aether found some solace in Xiao’s presence beside him. They shared this moment, this search, and it gave him the strength to carry on.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute an eternity. Aether felt his hopes waver, but he refused to surrender. Each time he glanced up at Xiao, he saw the same determination in those eyes, the same relentless will to find the cat, no matter the cost. It gave him courage to take one more step, to resist despair.

They scoured the streets and alleys, checking every possible shelter, every shadowed corner where a frightened cat might hide. The air was icy, biting at their faces and hands, yet they persevered. A dull ache settled in Aether’s feet and legs, but he pushed it aside, focusing solely on the task at hand.

“Don’t be sad. We’ll find him eventually,” Xiao said gently.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just worried. He’s used to being indoors, not outside,” Aether admitted.

“You know, I just came back from training,” Xiao said abruptly, trying to shift the conversation to ease the tension. “I’ve got a match in a few days, that’s why.”

“You’re still playing for the same team?” Aether asked as they continued their search.

“No, they kicked me out after I got involved with Mushiko.” The dark-haired man sighed, a melancholic smile flickering across his lips. “Apparently, I wasn’t showing up enough for them.”

“That’s their loss—they lost a very good player.” The blond tightened his coat around his waist. “By the way, you and Mushiko make a good couple.”

“Thanks, I guess.” His tone grew colder, more reserved. “And you? Do you have someone?”

“Not really.” Aether whispered, brushing a rebellious strand of hair behind his ear. “Let’s just say I’ve had a harder time moving on.”

As their voices rose into the cold night, the conversation inevitably drifted toward their old quarrel. The words, at first hesitant, grew heavy with unspoken regrets and silences. The tension between them was palpable—an invisible yet undeniable presence. Despite the biting cold, Aether felt a painful warmth spread through his chest. He could not help but relive that argument, each bitter word, each accusation thrown in anger, crashing over him like an unavoidable wave of sorrow and remorse.

They walked side by side, their shoulders occasionally brushing, yet neither dared to turn and meet the other’s gaze. Snowflakes continued to fall, silent witnesses to their painful exchange. Aether felt his throat tighten; the words he longed to speak remained trapped behind his lips. He knew he still loved him, still wanted him—but the fear of admitting it, of revealing himself once more, was too great. He drew a deep breath, hoping the icy air might calm the tumult of his emotions, but it was in vain.

Xiao, for his part, bit his lower lip—an almost unconscious gesture betraying his own inner conflict. Every step he took beside Aether reminded him of what they had lost, and what they might still recover. Yet the pain of betrayal and the quarrel still lingered, sharp and raw. He wanted to speak, but the words seemed to vanish before they could pass his lips. The snow cracked beneath their feet—the only sound daring to break the heavy silence between them.

Their steps slowed without intention as they neared a quieter corner of the city—a small park blanketed in pristine white. The benches stood empty; the bare trees shrouded in snow lent a melancholic touch to the already charged atmosphere. Aether felt his heart tighten further. He wished to sit down, to take a moment to find the right words, but he feared that stopping would mean confronting everything he had pushed away so far.

Memories of shared moments, exchanged laughter, and nights spent together flooded his mind, nearly blinding him to the present. He cast a furtive glance at Xiao, hoping to detect an opening, a sign of reciprocation. But Xiao’s eyes remained fixed on the path ahead, his features locked in intense concentration, as if struggling to maintain some semblance of control over his own emotions.

The silence between them grew heavier still, each passing second stretching into an eternity without words. Aether felt tears rise again—not from worry for his cat this time, but from fear of losing forever the one he loved. He bit his lip, struggling to hold back the flood of feelings, though he knew he could not keep them at bay indefinitely. The urge to speak, to confess everything, to break down this wall of silence, became almost unbearable.

Xiao too felt the weight of this tension. His fingers curled slightly, the biting cold numbing his hands, but he did not move. The desire to turn his head, to look at Aether, to tell him everything he felt, to free himself from this pain, was overwhelming. Yet he held back, the fear of reopening still-fresh wounds paralyzing him. He longed to move forward, to leave the past behind, but the past clung stubbornly to every step they took together.

They continued walking, their steps synchronized, their hearts heavy. The night was silent, the snow falling gently still, wrapping them in an almost unreal cocoon. The lost cat seemed a metaphor for their relationship—something precious they both sought to reclaim amid a cold, alien landscape. Each call cast into the night was like a call to the other—a desperate attempt to mend a broken bond.

“I had a hard time getting over it too.”

“If you say so.”

“If you have anything to say, then tell me,” Xiao snapped, slipping his hands into his pockets. “It feels like you’re denying my pain.”

“I’m not denying your pain,” Aether replied, his voice rising slightly. “I’m just saying that you managed to move on pretty quickly with someone else, even though we’d been together for four years and were about to get engaged. But, well, that’s the past. You have a new partner now.”

“But I never stopped thinking about you.” The dark-haired man turned toward him, his gaze steady. “I didn’t move on quickly. I kept thinking about how we ruined our future together over a stupid argument.”

“But you never called me.”

“That’s normal—you left town without a word.”

“Xiao, what’s the point of talking about this?” Aether asked, meeting his eyes with a wounded look. “Let me remind you... it’s been over a year since we broke up, and you have someone else in your life.”

“Yeah, but ending a love story on an argument is foolish,” he said, tapping his foot against a stone. “I just wanted to hear your side of the story...”

“We shouldn’t do this. Think about your boyfriend,” Aether said, rubbing his arms for warmth. “It’s not right.”

“Aether, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“Well, Mushiko... started to—” Xiao began, but was cut off by mewing sounds.

“Wait, I hear something,” Aether interrupted, hastily stepping away from him.

Xiao froze, his confession dying on his lips as the familiar cries pierced the stillness of the night. Aether, seized by sudden hope, spun toward the source. Without hesitation, his heart pounding wildly, he broke into a run, his footsteps cutting deep impressions into the fresh snow.

When he spotted his cat sitting at the base of a tree, a flood of emotions overwhelmed him. He shouted with joy, a burst of pure happiness echoing through the night. The feline, recognizing his owner’s voice, lifted its head and stood, running eagerly toward Aether. They met in a hurried embrace as Aether fell to his knees to welcome his companion.

Tears streamed freely down Aether’s cheeks, freezing almost instantly in the cold air. He clutched his cat close, hugging it with desperate tenderness. His hands trembled slightly as they stroked the soft, familiar fur, each touch restoring a flicker of warmth to his heart chilled by fear and anguish. He pressed fleeting kisses to the cat’s head and back, murmuring soothing words and apologies between sobs.

Xiao stood apart, watching the scene with silent intensity. He could almost feel the weight of Aether’s emotions, as if they hung palpably in the air. The relief and joy of finding his cat were unmistakable. The bandages on Aether’s legs seemed less painful, the night’s biting cold less fierce, as he witnessed Aether embrace his cat with boundless affection.

Snow continued to fall softly, wrapping the two kneeling figures in an almost dreamlike tableau. Flakes settled gently on Aether’s blond hair, on the cat’s fur, adding a touch of purity and serenity to this moment of reunion. The silence that returned—broken only by Aether’s whispered words and the cat’s gentle purring—created an atmosphere of newfound peace, as if the whole world had paused for this singular instant.

Tears still glistened on Aether’s cheeks, now mingling with laughter born of relief, as he rose slowly, holding the cat close. His arms encircled the small warm body, and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Turning toward Xiao, his eyes shone with silent gratitude. Xiao returned a faint smile, a simple nod that spoke more than words ever could.

At last, Aether drew a deep breath, still clutching his cat tightly. He stepped toward Xiao, and they stood side by side. The silence between them no longer carried tension, but rather a new hope—a quiet promise of reconciliation and understanding.

“I’ve finally found him,” Aether said, nestling against the feline.

“You weren’t lying when you said he’s very attached to you,” Xiao observed, his gaze fixed on the cat, who rubbed its head affectionately against the young man’s chest. “I’ve never seen a cat so affectionate.”

“He’s only like that with me.” The blond let out a soft chuckle and took a step closer. “Last time, he scratched Kazuha when he tried to pet him.”

“On top of that, he’s got preferences.”

“You can try to pet him, if you want.”

The cat, nestled against the warmth of Aether’s body, had found refuge beneath his coat, its little head barely emerging, eyes bright with quiet curiosity. The biting cold of the night was softened by this makeshift embrace, creating a bubble of warmth amid the snowy landscape.

Xiao, still hesitant, recalled Aether’s words—his cat liked no one, a fiercely independent creature. Yet, as he looked into Aether’s pleading eyes and the silent invitation they held, he made his decision. His trembling hand rose slowly, approaching the feline with an almost reverent gentleness. He knew how precious this moment was, not just for the cat, but for the fragile bond between them.

Xiao’s hand, still numb from the cold, met the cat’s soft fur. Beneath his fingers, he felt the vibrant warmth and delicate life of the animal, each hair seeming to capture a fragment of starlight. To the surprise of both boys, a low, soothing purr rose from the small body. Aether’s eyes widened in astonishment as he exchanged an incredulous glance with Xiao. It was as if an invisible barrier had just dissolved, the reassuring sound of the purr opening a new chapter in their tangled story.

Encouraged by this unexpected response, Xiao continued to stroke the cat, his movements growing more confident and steady. The purring deepened, resonating softly into the cold night—a hymn of peace and reconciliation. Despite the bandages and the underlying pain in his fingers, Xiao found unexpected comfort in the contact. For a moment, he forgot his own wounds, lost in the simplicity and purity of this exchange.

Aether watched the scene with a mixture of tenderness and nostalgia. Memories of times spent with Xiao—once filled with joy and companionship—seemed to come alive again in this simple gesture. He remembered evenings spent talking, laughing, and supporting one another. And now, this usually wary little cat had become the catalyst for their rapprochement, its soothing purr easing the wounds of the past.

Snow continued to fall gently around them, yet the moment seemed suspended outside of time. The flakes, sparkling beneath the streetlights, lent a touch of magic to the intimate scene. The night’s chill was forgotten, replaced by the burgeoning warmth between the two young men, reunited by their shared affection for this small four-legged being.

The cat, still nestled in Aether’s coat, surrendered to their care, its eyes half-closed in contentment. Feeling the swell of emotion rise within him, Aether drew a deep breath. His fingers briefly brushed Xiao’s as they continued to stroke the cat together—a subtle touch laden with the weight of their history and unspoken feelings.

Finally, the silence was broken by a sigh of satisfaction from Aether. Looking up, Xiao met his gaze. Words were unnecessary to understand what this moment meant. It was a beginning—a fragile hope for a future where pain and misunderstandings might be overcome. The cat, unaware of its crucial role, purred on, sealing a new promise between them.

“He seems to really like you,” Aether remarked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“I’m relieved—I thought he might bite me,” Xiao joked, gently withdrawing his hand.

The cat rubbed its head against its owner’s chest, purring softly.

“So, what was it you wanted to say earlier?” the blond asked, though most of his attention remained on his cat.

“I forgot, sorry,” murmured the dark-haired boy, touched by the tender scene before him. “It wasn’t very important, anyway.”

“You should head home—Mushiko must be worried sick.”

“He’s working. He’s not at the apartment.”

“Oh, right…”

“I’ll walk you back,” Xiao said, setting off again.

“You don’t have to!” Aether exclaimed suddenly, then blushed faintly. “You’ll freeze to death if you keep going out like this.”

“Don’t worry about me—I’m tough.”

“Still, your nose is red.”

Xiao decided to see Aether home. Along the way, the biting cold of the night crept beneath their clothes, but they kept walking, the warmth of their shared presence softening winter’s harshness. Walking slightly behind, Xiao observed Aether carefully, noting every detail of his face marked by worry and fatigue. Occasionally, he reached out to stroke the cat’s head nestled against Aether, finding comfort in the softness of its fur.

Each caress was a silent gesture of support, a reminder that he was there—ready to help, to watch over him. The streetlights cast long shadows over the pristine snow, crafting a fairy-tale scene around them. The snowflakes continued to fall, their descent slowed by gravity, adding a touch of magic to an already special night.

Despite his exhaustion, Aether felt a particular warmth growing inside him with every touch between Xiao and his cat. From time to time, he lifted his gaze toward Xiao; their eyes met in a silent exchange, heavy with unspoken emotion. They needed no words to express what they felt. Every glance, every gesture, spoke of a shared past and a tentative hope for what lay ahead.

Their breaths formed little clouds of vapor in the cold air, quickly dissolving into the night. Feeling the weight of the evening’s events lighten somewhat thanks to Xiao’s comforting presence, Aether surprised himself with a soft smile. The cat, sensing its master’s calm, nestled even closer, its purrs vibrating gently in the quiet.

The walk back to Aether’s apartment seemed shorter this time, each step drawing them closer to the warmth and safety of home. Xiao cast frequent glances toward Aether, ensuring he was alright. His concern was clear—expressed in these small attentions: adjusting the cat’s position or checking that Aether’s fingers were not too numb from the cold.

Aether appreciated these gestures, even if he didn’t always show it. Every look from Xiao, every gentle touch on the cat, filled him with a quiet but profound gratitude. He felt less alone, less burdened by the weight of his worries. Xiao’s presence, tangible and reassuring, brought a faint glow of hope into the frozen night.

Finally, standing before Aether’s building, they paused for a moment, gazing at the door that separated them from the warmth inside. Xiao, with a delicate motion, tucked a stray lock of hair behind Aether’s ear, his fingers brushing lightly against his cheek in a nearly imperceptible caress. Aether shivered—not from the cold this time.

The cat, sensing the adventure’s end, let out a small, satisfied meow, as if to signal it was ready to return to the comfort of home.

“Thanks again for today,” the blond finally said, a small smile playing at his lips. “I owe you one.”

“No problem,” the dark-haired boy replied, returning the smile warmly. “If you really want to repay me, you could come to my basketball game.”

“When is it?”

“Next Saturday, at 7:30 p.m.”

“Well, count on me.” Aether tightened his hold around his cat. “Just tell me where it is.”

“I’ll tell you when you stop by Starbucks again.” Xiao reached out to brush a few snowflakes from Aether’s hair, causing the blond to flush. “Next time, I’ll bring you your order myself when you settle in.”

“And yes, I’ll take a strawberry smoothie…”

“…With chocolate syrup, to make it sweeter.”

They laughed softly together, their laughter blending harmoniously into the quiet of the night.

“Good night, Xiao,” the blond finally said, stifling a yawn. “And take good care of yourself.”

“You too, Aether,” the dark-haired boy replied, stroking the cat one last time. “Sweet dreams, and take good care of your kitty.”

Xiao slipped away into the night, leaving Aether and his cat alone. The long-haired blond couldn’t help but smile foolishly after their encounter.

Chapter Text

The next morning, bathed in the gentle light of the winter sun filtering through the window, Aether tended to his plants with quiet joy. The crisp, invigorating air slipped in through the open pane, carrying with it the fresh scent of melting snow and damp earth. Sunbeams, softened by the delicate curtains, traced dancing patterns across the walls and floor, casting a subtle magic over the room.

Humming softly tunes he knew by heart, Aether moved lightly from one pot to another, a smile playing at his lips. His hands worked with tender precision, every gesture revealing the deep affection he held for these living things. He poured water carefully, mindful not to drench the soil, all the while scrutinizing each leaf and stem with attentive eyes.

The plants seemed to respond to his enthusiasm; their lush green leaves stretched eagerly toward the light, as if drawing in the warmth and positive energy radiating from him. Aether felt an uncommon happiness welling within him that morning, a stark contrast to the anxiety that had gripped him the day before.

His joyful whistle filled the room, echoing softly against the walls and weaving a gentle, soothing symphony. He lingered a moment before a climbing vine, watching how its tendrils curled deftly around the support, a testament to its vigorous growth. The sight warmed his heart, a reminder that despite hardships, life continued to bloom.

Each plant in his office carried a story, a memory entwined with it, and caring for them was Aether’s way of reconnecting with those precious moments. He recalled the first one Xiao had given him—a small succulent that sat proudly on his desk. Every glance at it summoned a flood of pleasant recollections, and this morning was no exception.

The fresh air circulating in the room brought a sense of renewal, of promising beginnings. Taking a deep breath, Aether felt his mind clear, his worries dissipate. The events of the previous day—the desperate search for his lost cat—seemed like a distant chapter, almost unreal.

Aether’s smile widened as he set down the watering can, surveying his handiwork. The plants appeared livelier, more vibrant, as though sharing in his joy. He straightened, contemplating the transformation of his workspace into a veritable oasis of greenery. Closing his eyes, he savored the serene sense of peace and fulfillment washing over him.

Then, he approached the window, casting a glance outside. The city, still wrapped in the cold’s embrace, was slowly coming to life. Passersby hurried along the snowy sidewalks, each absorbed in their daily routines. Watching them, Aether felt a subtle but profound connection to the world beyond, a bond deepened by yesterday’s ordeal and the comforting presence of Xiao.

I’m sure today will be better than yesterday, he told himself, his thoughts already turning toward the plans waiting to unfold.

Aether settled into his chair, feeling the familiar comfort beneath him. He powered on his computer, listening to the soft hum of the hard drive spinning to life. The screen glowed, casting a cool blue light that banished the morning shadows lingering in the room. His eyes instinctively fell on the photograph of his cat displayed as his desktop wallpaper. The feline looked regal and alert, eyes bright and expression mischievous—an unspoken reminder of the moments of tenderness and companionship they shared. A small smile curved Aether’s lips, warming his heart just a little.

He opened the drawer of his desk, retrieving a stack of folders which he spread out before him. The paper documents, their corners slightly dog-eared and marked with handwritten notes, offered a tangible contrast to the digital world glowing from his screen. Aether paused briefly to sort through them, his fingers gliding over the pages with a practiced precision honed through years of routine.

His gaze settled on one file in particular—Mushiko’s apartment. The name, neatly inscribed on the cover, drew his attention, unleashing a flood of memories and unease. He opened the folder and leafed through the contents with renewed focus. Photographs of the damage, workers’ reports, detailed annotations—all served as stark reminders of the gravity of the situation.

Each page seemed weighted with the echoes of recent events, and a familiar tightness gripped Aether’s chest. Memories of the visit to the apartment, the tense exchanges with Mushiko, and Xiao’s unexpected presence cascaded through his mind. Images of the balcony scene, exchanged glances, and the emotional confrontation remained fresh and vivid.

The file also contained photos of the destruction—pierced walls, rusted and broken pipes, unmistakable signs of neglect. These images painted a harsh and desolate reality that starkly contrasted with the meticulous care Aether devoted to his own space. He drew a deep breath, striving to dispel the heaviness pressing upon him, but the undeniable evidence of the damage dragged him back into the complex web of the problem.

Leaning back, Aether closed his eyes momentarily to gather his thoughts. The weight of the decision ahead haunted him. Should he anonymously file a police report? Should he confront Mushiko directly? Questions swirled relentlessly in his mind, making it difficult to focus on any other task.

The morning light bathing his office offered only a brief respite from his worries. The plants he had tended earlier stood silent and watchful, impassive witnesses to the turmoil within.

Opening his eyes, Aether straightened with resolve. He knew he must face the day with determination. A final glance at the photo of his cat steadied him before he lifted Mushiko’s apartment file and placed it atop the pile. This dossier would be his priority, and he vowed to find a solution, no matter how difficult it might prove.

Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the reports, scrutinizing every detail with heightened care. Lines of text unfurled before him, revealing the challenges ahead, yet Aether, fortified by renewed determination, felt ready to face them. Hours slipped by, marked only by the soft clatter of keys and the rustle of turning pages, as he immersed himself in his work with unwavering focus.

“Boss, we’ve received what you requested,” Keqing announced, entering the office without knocking.

“Aether, I’ve told you to call me by my first name,” he replied, sighing and smiling faintly.

“Alright, Aether. The workers have filled out complaint forms,” Ganyu said as she closed the door behind her. “I know you asked them to do so only if they found evidence.”

“So that means they’ve found proof of possible domestic violence…”

“I’m afraid so.”

“What did they tell you?” the blond asked, rising from his chair.

“The plumber insisted that a pipe couldn’t be bent like that naturally.” The woman with pale blue hair set her notes on the desk. “Usually, pipes rust and deteriorate to the touch, but this bulge wasn’t natural. We suspect it was used as a weapon.”

“The mason told us walls only crumble over time.” The violet-haired woman tossed her notes on the desk, crossing her arms. “Those holes were definitely not natural. You could clearly see the imprint of a fist, and there were even some drops of blood someone had tried to clean. For the larger holes, we suspect domestic violence.”

“Damn…”

“Do we file a complaint?”

“We don’t really have a choice.” The man with long blond hair fiddled with the cigarette pack in his pocket. “Unknowingly, we’ve stepped into the home of someone who probably abuses their partner. We can’t just stand by.”

“I suggest we file the complaint anonymously, to avoid endangering our agency,” Keqing proposed, her fingers tapping nervously against her arm. “If this man finds out we reported him, he could sue us.”

“You’re right, Keqing.” Ganyu clapped her hands lightly, a small smile breaking through. “We should go as a group of three—that’ll give our words more weight.”

“Let’s go—there’s no time to waste.”

Aether slipped on his coat with deliberate, almost ritualistic movements, as if preparing for battle. The heavy, warm fabric slid over his shoulders, shielding him against the bite of the winter cold. He took the file on Mushiko’s apartment, ensuring every photo, report, and note was exactly where it should be. His fingers trembled slightly—not from the cold, but from the mix of anticipation and apprehension. He knew the decision he was about to make was crucial.

Meanwhile, Keqing and Ganyu busied themselves with their preparations. Keqing, methodical and organized, tucked her personal notes into a leather pouch, her movements imbued with steely resolve. Ganyu, more composed, adjusted her coat and double-checked the documents she had prepared. They exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They all knew the path ahead was risky, but necessary.

Aether turned toward them, determination evident in his eyes, and nodded. They needed to inform the rest of the team. Together, they crossed the corridor, their footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floor, until they reached the main room where the other members of the agency were gathered. Aether gave a brief explanation of the situation, making sure everyone grasped the gravity of what they were about to undertake. Murmurs of approval and encouraging glances followed them as they headed toward the exit.

The agency door swung open, releasing a gust of icy air and swirling snowflakes. Aether, Keqing, and Ganyu stepped into the snow-covered streets, the cold immediately seizing them. The snow fell gently, blanketing the cobblestones with a thin, white layer, transforming the city into a winter wonderland. The glow of street lamps reflected on the flakes, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

As they walked, the soft murmur of Christmas music drifted through the air. Familiar, soothing melodies lent a note of warmth and nostalgia to the biting cold. Passersby, bundled in coats and scarves, hurried by, some smiling at the festive tunes. Despite the chill, the city pulsed with life, every street corner aglow with shimmering holiday decorations.

Aether led the way, his face partially hidden behind his scarf. His thoughts swirled—a mixture of worry and resolve. Clutching the file tightly against him, he felt ready to face whatever awaited them at the police station. Keqing and Ganyu walked silently beside him, each lost in her own thoughts. They knew this anonymous complaint could have serious repercussions, but they were prepared to stand by Aether throughout the ordeal.

The quiet streets beneath the snow echoed with the muted sound of their footsteps. Snowflakes settled softly on their coats, adding a touch of pure white to their dark silhouettes. Their breath formed clouds of vapor in the cold air, lending a living pulse to the Christmas melodies surrounding them.

“How do we even start?” Ganyu asked suddenly, a trace of nervousness in her voice. “I’ve never filed a complaint before.”

“It’s quite simple,” Keqing replied, eyes scanning their surroundings. “We present ourselves at the desk and say we’re here to file a serious complaint. We show the evidence, and they decide if it’s valid or not.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll take us seriously,” Aether said reassuringly. “If they don’t believe us, we’ll call the workers to come and file their own complaints.”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“I have faith.”

“Me too.”

They reached the police station, its heavy wooden doors framed by cold stone standing like a barrier between them and the justice they sought. Aether pushed open the door with some hesitation, his heartbeat pounding in his ears like a war drum. Inside, the warmth of the building sharply contrasted with the biting cold outside, wrapping the three friends in a protective cocoon.

The interior of the station was austere, lit by pale fluorescent lights casting harsh illumination over concrete walls. The stale smell of old coffee mingled with the scent of disinfectant. The reception hall was bare, furnished with a few plastic chairs lined against the wall, a low table cluttered with worn magazines, and a counter behind which a police officer sifted through files.

Aether, Keqing, and Ganyu approached the counter, explaining the reason for their visit.

“Hello, we’re here to file a complaint...”

The officer, a man with graying mustache and weary eyes, listened attentively before asking them to wait on the chairs until an inspector was available to see them. Aether thanked the man in a voice he tried to steady, though anxiety made every word tremble.

They took their seats on the hard, cold plastic chairs, their backs straight. Nervous, Aether tapped his fingertips against the armrest, his thoughts swirling in a chaotic blend of doubt and resolve. He knew that filing this complaint meant naming names, exposing the truth—and he fervently hoped the police would take them seriously.

Keqing and Ganyu sat beside him, exchanging tense glances. Ganyu clutched her notes tightly, her fingers pale betraying her own stress. Keqing, ever methodical, reviewed once more the evidence they had gathered, murmuring quiet encouragements to herself. Their presence steadied Aether, lending him the courage to face what lay ahead.

Minutes stretched endlessly. The ticking of the wall clock marked the wait, each second heightening Aether’s impatience. Officers came and went, some casting curious looks in their direction, but none yet ready to receive them. Running a hand through his hair, Aether struggled to calm his nerves as his thoughts kept returning to Mushiko’s apartment, the evidence they’d brought, and the fragile hope of being heard.

At last, a door opened to the side, and a tall, imposing inspector motioned for the three to follow. Aether sprang to his feet, clutching the file like a shield. They trailed the inspector down a narrow corridor, their footsteps echoing softly on the tiled floor, until they reached a bare office where the inspector invited them to sit.

Taking his place behind the desk, the inspector regarded the group with a scrutinizing gaze. Aether felt his throat tighten. The waiting, the fears, the doubts—they all began to dissolve, replaced by determination and the hope for a better future.

“I’m listening,” the inspector said in a flat tone. “Why do you wish to file a complaint?”

We want to file a complaint for domestic violence,” Keqing said abruptly, unwilling to wait any longer. “Actually, we work for a well-known real estate agency here in Liyue.”

“We visited a client’s property and were shocked by the deplorable condition of the place,” Ganyu added, relieved that her colleague had taken the lead. “We have brought the evidence documenting the state of the apartment, if you’d like to see it…”

“Our client’s name is Mushiko Dokan, and he seems to be a troubled individual.” Aether felt ashamed to say such things but had no choice. “He lives with his partner, Xiao Rex Lapis, who comes to work every day with new injuries.”

“I see. You came well prepared.” The inspector took the notes and file, quickly scanning through them. “There are even reports from professionals…”

“We would like to file the complaint anonymously, if possible.” The woman with violet hair crossed her legs, her expression serious. “Do you think you will pursue this complaint?”

“With all the evidence you’ve brought me, and the details provided…” The man paused briefly before signaling a colleague to retrieve the files. “I’m informing you now that we will act on your complaint as soon as possible.”

“Thank you very much!”

“Please, save Xiao Rex Lapis,” the blond murmured, causing his two colleagues to turn toward him with shocked looks.

“You can rest assured. We will do everything we can.”

After a lengthy discussion with the inspector and presenting all the collected evidence, Aether, Keqing, and Ganyu rose from their seats, feeling relieved yet still nervous. The inspector, his expression grave but understanding, assured them their case would be taken seriously and that an investigation would be launched. As they left the room, Aether felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

They stepped out of the station, the biting cold hitting them again. The stark contrast between the suffocating warmth of the inspector’s office and the icy winter wind made them shiver. Aether took a deep breath, the fresh air filling his lungs, and realized he had been holding his breath for almost the entire interview. He exhaled slowly, a breath heavy with tension, nerves, and relief.

Aether felt the urge to smoke gnawing at him—the familiar habit of seeking quick comfort in nicotine. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his coat, his fingers brushing against the cigarette pack. But then he hesitated, recalling the encouraging looks from Keqing and Ganyu, and forced himself to withdraw his hand. He could feel Ganyu’s gaze on him, full of quiet understanding and support.

They walked silently along the snowy sidewalk, the crunch of their footsteps keeping time with the distant melody of Christmas carols drifting through the air. The glowing decorations strung between lampposts twinkled softly, adding a touch of magic to the winter scene. Aether watched the snowflakes whirl around them, feeling an unexpected calm settle over him as he took in the sight.

The streets were quiet, the sound of cars muffled by the fresh snow. Keqing and Ganyu walked by his side, their presence steady and reassuring. Keqing stole discreet glances at Aether, seeming to wait for the moment he might need to speak, while Ganyu, ever attentive, occasionally offered him an encouraging smile.

Aether’s mind drifted back to the events of the past days—the constant pressure, the fear and anxiety of not being taken seriously. Now that everything had been said and the process was underway, he felt a certain tension leave him, replaced by renewed determination. They had done what was necessary, and now it was time to wait and see how things would unfold.

Snowflakes settled softly on his hair, melting instantly against his warmth. He felt lighter, as if each flake carried away a little of his stress. Aether took a moment to observe his friends, grateful for their unwavering support. They had faced this ordeal together, and it had only strengthened their bond.

As they continued walking, Aether allowed himself a small smile—an expression of gratitude and relief. He knew difficult moments still lay ahead, but he felt ready to face them, surrounded by his friends and determined to see justice prevail. For the first time in a long while, the future seemed a little less dark, a little more hopeful.

“You never told me you knew Mr. Dokan’s partner’s name,” Keqing said, her tone laced with a subtle implication.

“Oh, he told me last time…”

“If you say so.”

“Well, I’m very optimistic!” Ganyu exclaimed cheerfully before offering a warm smile. “We did a good deed—I’m sure he’ll be free soon.”

The three colleagues walked along, chatting happily, their laughter echoing through the snow-covered streets. Keqing recounted a funny childhood story, making both Ganyu and Aether burst into laughter. The lighthearted, carefree conversation was a refreshing breeze after the intensity of their visit to the police station. As they approached a Starbucks, Ganyu suggested they go inside to grab some drinks to take away. Smiling, Aether asked them to get him a strawberry smoothie, preferring to stay outside for a smoke.

Standing alone outside, Aether lit a cigarette, savoring the familiar sensation of tobacco. The gray sky gently released snowflakes that settled softly on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, the smoke warming his throat and lungs, a stark contrast to the icy air around him. With his mind a little calmer, he watched the passersby absentmindedly, lost in thought.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a familiar figure. Xiao, dressed in his work uniform, was heading toward the Starbucks entrance. Aether felt his heart tighten for a moment, a rush of memories and emotions washing over him. Xiao walked with a steady step, but Aether noticed a slight limp in his gait—a testament to his recent injuries. Their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze.

Xiao slowed as he spotted Aether, a flicker of surprise lighting his eyes. Caught off guard, Aether quickly looked away, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. He tried to compose himself, drawing a drag from his cigarette to steady his nerves. Yet he couldn’t help stealing quick glances toward Xiao, watching his movements with heightened attention.

For his part, Xiao hesitated briefly before continuing toward the café entrance. He cast one last glance at Aether before disappearing inside, leaving the latter with a swirl of conflicting emotions. Aether felt torn between the urge to speak and the fear of reopening wounds still too fresh. He exhaled slowly, letting the smoke drift away into the cold air as the Starbucks door closed behind Xiao.

The moment had passed in silence, but the weight of unspoken feelings was palpable. Aether finished his cigarette, flicked the butt into a nearby ashtray, and moved closer to the café’s entrance to wait for his friends. Through the window, he could see Ganyu and Keqing placing their orders, their faces brightened by the warm smiles they exchanged with the barista.

“We’re not even friends; he won’t talk to me,” Aether muttered, sighing heavily.

Ganyu and Keqing returned with their drinks, their faces glowing from the warmth of the cups cradled in their hands. Ganyu handed the strawberry smoothie to Aether with a kindly smile. He accepted the cup, feeling the chill of the plastic despite his gloves. Raising the smoothie to his lips, he took a first sip. The sweetness of the strawberry spread through his mouth, but immediately he noticed something missing—the chocolate drizzle that usually added a comforting touch.

His smile faded slightly, giving way to a melancholy sadness. He knew that missing little detail was proof that it wasn’t Xiao who had prepared his drink. Xiao, who always added that drizzle, almost mechanically, as a personal signature of their bond. Aether recalled the countless times he had watched Xiao behind the counter—his precise, skillful movements, his focused gaze, always punctuated by that mischievous spark whenever he glanced up at him.

Memories flooded back, each sip of the smoothie seeming to revive shared moments. Aether remembered the afternoons they had spent together at Starbucks, talking about everything and nothing, their laughter mingling with the café’s ambient hum. Xiao, with his quiet smile, attentive gestures, and that unique way of making Aether feel special—even in the smallest acts—like adding chocolate to his smoothie.

He sighed softly, feeling a weight settle on his chest. Ganyu and Keqing beside him seemed engrossed in a lively conversation, but Aether only caught fragments, his mind drifting toward the past he missed so deeply. He took another sip, hoping the sweetness of the strawberry would chase away the gloom, but the absence of chocolate inevitably reminded him of what he truly lacked.

The winter chill bit harder, contrasting with the comforting warmth of the cup in his hands. The snow-covered streets bustled, passersby eager to reach the warmth of their homes, but for Aether, the world felt a little emptier, a little colder. He watched the snowflakes swirl gently around him, settling softly on his shoulders and hair, each flake seeming to whisper forgotten memories.

In silence, they resumed walking, Ganyu and Keqing continuing their conversation, unaware of the emotional whirlwind engulfing Aether. He cast furtive glances back at the Starbucks, where Xiao was likely still working, hidden behind the fogged glass. The thought of seeing him again, even briefly, rekindled a flicker of hope and sadness intertwined within him.

Each step in the snow crunched beneath their feet, the sound echoing in the quiet of his thoughts. Aether knew this smoothie, though missing its chocolate drizzle, was a tangible reminder of what he had to face, what he had to resolve. The pain was there, but so was the acknowledgment of shared moments, of that sweetness which, even absent, left an indelible mark.

As they moved away from the Starbucks, Aether took one last sip of his smoothie, closing his eyes for a moment. He let the fruity sweetness fill his mouth, a sad but grateful smile tracing his lips.

“We should go back to the agency,” Ganyu suggested, taking a sip of her black coffee.

“Yes, you're right,” Keqing replied, throwing down her empty cup. “The others must be swamped with work.”

Aether silently sipped his smoothie, the bitter taste of strawberry filling his throat, as if it were a metaphor for his own life.

As if the chocolate sauce was what he needed to live a better life.

Chapter Text

The next afternoon, at half past four, Aether was weaving through the crowded city streets, a briefcase gripped firmly in his right hand. He was returning from a meeting with a client, his mind still occupied by the professional exchanges. Despite the pressing crowd bustling around him, his thoughts kept drifting back to his cat, imagining the comforting warmth of its soft fur and the soothing way it purred when cradled in his arms.

The biting winter cold reddened his cheeks, and he burrowed his face deeper into his scarf to shield himself from the icy wind. Christmas decorations lit up the streets, and store windows sparkled with countless lights, adding a touch of magic to the wintry atmosphere. Aether let himself be carried away by these comforting thoughts when suddenly, a cold, wet impact struck his back. He came to an abrupt halt, startled by the snowball that had just hit him.

He spun around quickly, searching for the source of the attack. His gaze fell on a small girl of about ten, her long brown pigtails framing her face. She stared at him, her eyes narrowed with anger, her cheeks flushed from effort and cold. The determination in her gaze contrasted sharply with her small stature, and Aether felt a sudden twinge of confusion and concern rise within him.

He noticed her mismatched, worn clothes—signs she had probably spent a lot of time playing outdoors. Her boots were dusted with snow, and her gloves were visibly soaked. The briefcase in Aether’s hand suddenly felt heavy and cumbersome, a stark reminder of his own world of adulthood and responsibility, so distant from the realm of this angry child.

The girl stood motionless, her small fists clenched and trembling slightly—whether from cold, anger, or perhaps both. Despite his initial surprise, Aether’s heart tightened at the sight of her expression. She looked so furious, yet he could not understand why. He wondered if this was some mistake, if he had done something to provoke such a reaction. The cold seeped through his coat as the melted snow began to chill him, but he ignored it, captivated by the small figure before him.

Around them, the crowd continued flowing, indifferent to this unusual scene. Aether observed the passersby, momentarily cut off from the city’s relentless rush. The laughter and conversations of others seemed distant, almost unreal, as he focused on the girl. He tried to guess what had brought her to this state, attempting to fathom the thoughts stirring within such a young mind.

Her face was a mosaic of emotions, and Aether searched his own memories for understanding. Had he unwittingly caused her anger through some past action? Or was this something more personal, a frustration she projected onto the first adult she saw? He wanted to ease the tension but didn’t know how to approach the situation without making things worse.

He leaned forward slightly, trying to adopt a less intimidating posture, even though the girl did not seem fazed by his size or appearance. Snowflakes continued to fall softly around them, settling on their hair and clothes. The busy street became a frozen backdrop for this unique moment of silent confrontation.

“Coward!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “I finally found you!”

“Wait, Hu Tao, is that you...?” he asked, surprised to see her here.

“I’ve been searching for you for a year, ever since you abandoned my brother!”

“I didn’t abandon your brother…”

“I hate you!” the little girl exclaimed, drawing the attention of the passersby. “I hate you so much! It’s all your fault!”

Hu Tao, the small girl, suddenly raised her voice, shattering the cold stillness of the winter afternoon. Her words were like daggers, each one piercing Aether’s heart with painful precision. She screamed that she hated him, that she would never forgive him for abandoning her brother. Aether felt tears welling up, but he refused to cry in front of this furious child. He knew that letting his emotions overwhelm him would only make things worse.

Hu Tao kept shouting, her words becoming more personal and cutting. She reminded him how, back when he was still with Xiao, she used to tell him how much she loved him, how she wished he would stay forever. Each word summoned painful memories—moments of happiness now tinged with regret and sorrow. Aether’s face tightened as he fought to hold back his tears. He didn’t want to show weakness, even though every accusation shook his control.

Suddenly, Hu Tao stepped closer with fierce determination and, without warning, began lightly punching him in the stomach with her small fists. The blows were soft, almost insignificant, but the intensity of her emotion made them powerful in a different way. Aether remained still, accepting the blows as an outlet for the girl’s anger. Hu Tao’s fists, despite their lack of physical strength, seemed charged with all the pain and disappointment she felt.

Aether lowered his eyes to her, seeing her features distorted by anger and sorrow. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and the effort, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. He felt his own throat tighten; each blow echoed the weight of his own failure. He had always known that his relationship with Xiao carried consequences beyond their own circle, but seeing this little girl so deeply upset made that reality unbearably sharp.

The cold wind whistled around them, stirring whirlwinds of snow that seemed to dance in time with the tension of the scene. The Christmas decorations, so cheerful moments before, now appeared strangely out of place—a cruel reminder of the joy this season was meant to bring. Passersby skirted around them, some casting curious glances, but no one stopped to intervene.

Aether felt torn between his desire to comfort Hu Tao and his own need to manage his swirling emotions. He wanted to explain, to tell her how deeply he regretted everything that had happened, but the words seemed to slip away before they could even cross his lips. The girl’s fists gradually slowed, her anger draining away with each movement. Finally, she stopped, her small hands resting lightly on his stomach as if she no longer had the strength to continue.

He lifted a hesitant hand and gently placed it on Hu Tao’s shoulder, hoping she would accept the gesture as an attempt at solace. The touch felt fragile, almost fleeting, but he poured all his sincerity and remorse into it. The little girl looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with restrained tears. In that gaze, Aether saw a blend of pain and confusion, a mirror reflecting his own tangled feelings.

Time seemed suspended, each snowflake drifting down with exaggerated slowness, every breath marking the passage of seconds. The world around them spun on, indifferent to their private anguish, but for Aether, nothing else mattered at that moment. He wanted to mend what was broken, to find a way to heal the wounds he had caused, yet he knew it would take time—far more than mere words.

“Hu Tao, you’re freezing,” Aether said, taking the girl’s hands into his to warm them. “How long have you been outside?”

“That’s none of your business,” Hu Tao replied, puffing out her cheeks. “Anyway, you don’t care.”

“No, I do care.” The blond man sighed, rubbing her hands tenderly. “How do you want me to prove it?”

“Get back together with big brother,” the brunette insisted, determination etched on her face.

“I can’t. He has a new boyfriend.”

“But—”

“Wait, you know what?” he interrupted, crouching down to meet her gaze. “I’m taking you home with me, okay? It’s way too cold out here.”

He removed his gloves and carefully slipped them over the girl’s cold fingers, reddened by the biting chill but now finally finding warmth. The contact was soft, almost protective, and Hu Tao looked up at him with eyes full of conflicted emotions—still some anger, but mostly confusion and exhaustion.

He stroked her head with an unusual tenderness, as if to reassure that small, troubled soul. The icy wind continued to blow, but it seemed less cruel now that he had made this decision. Then Aether held out his hand to Hu Tao, a silent invitation to trust him despite everything. She hurriedly grasped it, her slender, frozen fingers curling tightly around his with a childlike desperation.

They began walking together, their footsteps leaving parallel tracks in the freshly fallen snow. The street, bustling with Christmas preparations, suddenly felt quieter, as if the world itself were honoring their silent moment of reconciliation. Aether felt Hu Tao’s small hand tighten around his with every sharper gust of wind, strengthening his resolve to protect her.

“By the way, what did you ask for Christmas?”

“That’s a secret.”

The journey to Aether’s apartment felt longer than usual, each step weighed down by painful introspection. He thought back to the moments shared with Xiao—the dreams, the hopes, and ultimately the disappointments. Hu Tao, with her innocent presence and eyes still glistening with tears, was a living reminder of everything he had left behind.

When they finally reached the building, Aether glanced down at the little girl beside him. She shivered slightly, but her steps were steady and determined. He opened the front door, and they stepped into the warm foyer, immediately embraced by the comforting heat. Hu Tao looked around cautiously, as if assessing this new environment.

They climbed the stairs in silence, the sound of their footsteps softly echoing off the walls. Aether sensed Hu Tao’s anxiety slowly ebbing away, replaced by a well-deserved fatigue. He pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to his apartment, allowing the girl inside before closing it gently behind them.

The interior was warm, bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light filtering through the curtains. Hu Tao slowly withdrew her hand from his, observing the room with a mix of curiosity and shyness. Aether bent down to remove his boots and then helped Hu Tao take off hers, his movements still touched by that newfound tenderness.

He guided her to the sofa and settled her there before heading to the kitchen to prepare something warm. As he heated the milk and stirred the chocolate, he reflected on how the day had unfolded—from guilt to a sincere attempt at making amends.

“Oh, there’s a little cat!” Hu Tao exclaimed joyfully as she hurried toward the feline.

“Be careful, he’s scared of strangers,” he warned, glancing over his shoulder. “You have to be gentle with him.”

“Got it.”

Hu Tao moved cautiously toward Aether’s cat, each step measured, almost hesitant. Her small feet made barely a sound against the wooden floor, and her gaze remained fixed on the feline curled up near the sofa. She crouched down before it, her little hand extended with a childlike gentleness, hoping to soothe the animal. Yet the cat, wary, recoiled slightly, its ears flattened in nervous apprehension.

The cat glanced quickly at Aether, seeking some form of reassurance or approval. In an instant, it sprang away, darting between its owner’s legs, its wide eyes betraying its fear. Taken aback, Hu Tao slowly rose, a look of disappointment settling on her face. Her lips pressed into a sad pout, and her eyes shimmered faintly with unshed tears.

She took a few tentative steps toward Aether, her movements slow and heavy with palpable sorrow. Her hands, once outstretched toward the cat, folded protectively over her chest, as if guarding a heart wounded by this innocent rejection. Sensing the girl’s discomfort, Aether knelt down to her level, his hands resting gently on her shoulders.

He locked eyes with Hu Tao, searching for the depth of her pain. Despite her youth, the girl carried a heavy emotional burden, intensified by the tense history between Aether and Xiao. The cat, sensing its master’s feelings, rubbed affectionately against his legs, its simple presence soothing the atmosphere.

With a calming touch, Aether stroked the cat before taking Hu Tao’s hand and bringing her closer to him. He knew the cat’s fear was only temporary and hoped the warmth of human connection might bridge the invisible gap between child and animal. Feeling Aether’s support, Hu Tao lifted her eyes toward him, her withheld tears shimmering softly in the muted light of the room.

They remained like that for a while—encased in a bubble of quiet understanding, broken only by the gentle purring of the cat beginning to relax. Aether murmured soothing words into Hu Tao’s ear, silent promises of protection and comfort. Gradually, the girl’s tension eased, her sorrow softening under the tender care shared between them.

At last, reassured by Aether’s presence, the cat ventured a tentative approach toward Hu Tao. It sniffed her outstretched hand cautiously, its eyes gleaming with shy curiosity. Motionless and silent, Hu Tao waited with childlike patience, hoping for the animal’s approval. Still kneeling beside her, Aether smiled softly at the scene unfolding before him, a small flicker of hope kindling in his heart.

"What's the little cat's name?" Hu Tao asked, gently stroking the feline's back.

"He’s named after your big brother," Aether replied with a broad smile.

"His name is Xiao?" Her eyes widened with delight, and she giggled. "That’s so cute!"

Hu Tao cradled the cat in her arms with a touching tenderness, as if holding a fragile treasure. Her slender fingers stroked the animal’s fur delicately, her eyes shining with warmth and admiration. The cat, usually wary of strangers, seemed to surrender to the comforting embrace, its body gradually relaxing in the girl’s gentle hold.

Aether watched the scene with a soft smile, his heart swelling with a quiet affection for these two beings so different yet so close in this moment. Rising from the couch, he invited them to sit, eager to share a moment of calm with his young guest. The steaming cups of hot chocolate rested on the low table, filling the room with a rich, inviting aroma that lent the space a cozy warmth.

Still holding the cat, Hu Tao sat carefully on the sofa, her posture imbued with a childlike grace and innocence. Aether settled beside her, a feeling of contentment washing over him at the sight of this peaceful tableau. He handed one of the cups to Hu Tao, offering the comforting drink with gentle kindness.

Hu Tao accepted the cup with a shy smile, her small hands delicately grasping the warm vessel. She lifted it slowly to her lips, savoring each sip of the rich, chocolaty warmth. Meanwhile, the cat, soothed by the girl’s caresses, nestled comfortably against her, purring softly as if to express gratitude and contentment.

Aether took a sip of his own hot chocolate, the comforting heat spreading through him and filling him with a sense of ease and well-being. He watched Hu Tao and the cat, a flicker of happiness lighting his eyes. In this moment of quiet tenderness, the day’s tensions seemed to dissolve, replaced by a serene calm that wrapped the room like a gentle, protective cocoon.

The minutes passed in a comforting silence, broken only by soft murmurs and the gentle purring of the cat. Hu Tao continued to pamper the animal with infinite tenderness, her face glowing with pure innocence and unconditional love. Aether, meanwhile, savored every moment of this shared intimacy, grateful for the simple beauty of these precious instants that seemed suspended in time.

“I searched for you for a whole year,” the brunette suddenly said, still curled up against the cat. “Why did you leave? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s not your fault.” The blond reached out, gently caressing her cheek. “Sometimes, two lovers choose to distance themselves when things aren’t right. Xiao and I had an argument and decided to take a long break.”

“Daddy argues with Childe too, but they don’t stay mad for that long.”

“That’s true, but don’t forget your big brother has found someone else now.”

“I don’t like Mushiko! I hate him!” she exclaimed, her voice thick with disgust.

“Why don’t you like Mushiko?” he asked, a little surprised. “You should—he’s part of your family now. And he’s a bit like me, too.”

“No, he’s ugly.” The brunette held the cat a little tighter against her. “You’re the handsome one.”

Aether laughed heartily at that.

“It's true, stop laughing,” the little girl added, turning to look him straight in the eyes. “He dyed his hair blond to look like you, I’m sure. Originally, his hair was like Daddy’s.”

“Really? I thought he was naturally blond.”

“No, he suddenly changed his hair and started losing weight. Daddy says it’s a diet.”

“Is he nice to you?” the long-haired blond man asked. “Do you spend much time with him?”

“No...” She suddenly fell silent. “Since big brother started dating him, he doesn’t come visit us anymore. That’s why I hate Mushiko—he stole my big brother.”

The cat slowly slipped off Hu Tao’s lap, as if sensing its role as comforter was done for the moment. Its graceful paws touched the floor, then it deftly slipped through the room, moving with feline agility that seemed to defy gravity itself. Hu Tao, a tender smile lighting her face, leaned forward to join Aether, her heart full of sincere affection for the man who had been a reassuring presence in her turbulent life.

With touching gentleness, Hu Tao wrapped Aether in her arms, her slender little arms squeezing his torso with determination. Her gestures carried a disarming tenderness, as if she wanted to convey all the love and gratitude she felt in that precise moment. Aether surrendered to the warm embrace, feeling the young girl’s heart beating against his own—a tangible symbol of the instant connection that had formed between them.

Hu Tao sniffled softly, her small sniffles betraying the emotion that stirred within her. Those gentle sounds carried a touching vulnerability, revealing the fragility of the child behind her brave and determined facade. Aether felt his own heart tighten with feeling, moved by the sensitivity and innocence of the young girl now by his side.

He gently ran a comforting hand through Hu Tao’s hair, silently offering all the support and affection he could muster. In that shared moment of tenderness, the two seemed to understand each other beyond words, bound by a deep, unbreakable connection that transcended the circumstances and differences between them.

They remained like that, wrapped in a silence full of complicity and softness, savoring the present moment as a precious gift of life. Aether felt grateful for Hu Tao’s reassuring presence, while the girl found a soothing refuge in the arms of the man who had offered her support and care. And in that embrace, they found mutual comfort that enveloped them like a gentle protective cocoon, helping them face life’s challenges with courage and resolve.

“I miss you,” she murmured against him before sniffing again. “Big brother misses you too, and Daddy, and Childe...”

“I know, I know,” he whispered, continuing to stroke her hair. “I miss you all as well...”

“You have to fight Mushiko and take back your place!”

“But your big brother loves Mushiko.”

“No, he doesn’t love him.” Hu Tao puffed her cheeks and pressed her face harder against him. “I’ve never seen him kiss Mushiko. With you, he used to kiss all the time.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to do it in front of you,” Aether tried to soothe her, but it was no use. “You know, Xiao and I had been together for years. With Mushiko, it’s still very recent.”

“Tell me, do you still love big brother?”

“That’s a secret.”

After that moment of shared tenderness with Hu Tao, Aether gently broke their embrace, feeling the reassuring weight of his cat hurrying to join him. The feline, Aether’s loyal companion, seemed to sense the emotion hanging in the air, pressing itself against him with palpable affection. Its soft paws delicately clung to his chest, as if seeking extra comfort after that emotional exchange.

Aether cradled his cat in his arms with infinite tenderness, feeling the comforting touch of its soft fur against his skin. His fingers tangled gently in the silky curls of its coat as he stroked the back of his faithful companion. The cat responded to this display of affection with a gentle purr, a soothing sound that filled the room with a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

In this silent exchange between man and animal, an unbreakable bond was being strengthened, a testament to the unconditional love that united them. Aether felt deeply grateful for the reassuring presence of his cat, who was always there to offer comfort and companionship in difficult moments. He tightened his embrace around the animal, savoring every moment of this profound and intimate connection.

The cat, for its part, seemed to cherish every caress and cuddle, expressing its gratitude in its own unique way. It rubbed its head against Aether’s chest, seeking the contact and affection of its human companion. Its purring continued to fill the air with its gentle melody, creating a warm and comforting ambiance that wrapped Aether in a sense of well-being and tranquility.

In this tender, soothing embrace, Aether felt calm and comforted, his sorrow and grief seeming to dissipate in the presence of his faithful companion. The cat was more than just a pet to him. In that moment, as they nestled against one another, they were simply two souls seeking solace and company, finding refuge in each other’s reassuring presence.

“Well, I suppose I should return you to your father,” Aether said, continuing to stroke Xiao. “He must be beside himself with worry.”

“No! I finally found you—I don’t want to lose you again,” Hu Tao protested, standing by the sofa. “I want to stay here.”

“But your father will cry if you don’t go home.”

“That’s true…”

“Look, you know where I live now,” the blond man added with a soothing smile. “If you want to see me again, you can come straight to the house.”

“Promise?” the brunette asked, a hopeful light shining in her eyes. “I can come whenever I want?”

“Yes, I promise.” He rose from the sofa, setting the cat down gently. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

Filled with care, Aether hurried to help Hu Tao prepare for the biting cold outside. He carefully handed her boots and her coat, making sure she was well protected against the winter chill. The young girl, visibly grateful for his thoughtful gesture, offered him a shy smile—a silent expression of her thanks.

Aether noticed that Hu Tao’s hands were still exposed to the biting cold, and without hesitation, he decided to lend her his own gloves to offer her a little more warmth and comfort. He knew how vital protection from the chill was during this frigid time of year, and he wanted to make sure Hu Tao was well equipped to face the journey home.

Touched by his generous gesture, Hu Tao accepted the gloves with a grateful smile, feeling the heat and softness they offered to her frozen fingers. She returned his kindness with a look full of emotion, silently expressing the deep gratitude she felt for his thoughtful care.

Having tended to Hu Tao, Aether turned to his cat to say goodbye, aware that the little girl would surely miss the faithful companion. The cat, sensing the importance of the moment, rubbed its head affectionately against his leg in a tender farewell.

Together, Aether and Hu Tao stepped out of the apartment, preparing themselves to face the icy cold waiting beyond the door. Snow fell gently around them, wrapping the landscape in a shimmering white veil. Hu Tao took Aether’s hand and confidently guided him through the snow-covered streets, leading the way to her home.

Grateful for her comforting presence and sincere friendship, Aether followed with quiet determination, feeling protected and accompanied in the wintery world around them. Side by side, they traversed the snowy streets in silent camaraderie, each finding solace in the other’s company as they faced the harshness of the cold season together.

When they finally reached Hu Tao’s house, their steps slowed slightly—an unspoken sign that their journey was coming to an end. Their breath, visible in the cold air, formed little clouds of vapor that quickly dissipated into the frozen atmosphere. The outlines of the house stood clear against the snowy backdrop, appearing as a warm and welcoming refuge in the midst of the wintry landscape.

As they approached the front door, their attention was drawn to a familiar figure—a man with red hair, waiting there with an anxious expression. Aether immediately noticed the worried look on his face, which contrasted sharply with the joyful smile that lit up when he saw Hu Tao. Yet that happiness quickly shifted to perplexity as his gaze landed on Aether standing beside the young girl.

Childe—who it was—seemed unsettled by Aether’s presence. His brows knitted together slightly, betraying his confusion about this unexpected situation. Aether felt the tension rising in the air as he watched Childe’s reaction with a mixture of curiosity and caution, wondering what thoughts might be crossing the redhead’s mind.

Hu Tao, meanwhile, appeared to notice Childe’s confusion but showed no surprise at his response. Her eyes held a resigned understanding, as though she had anticipated this encounter and the emotions it would stir within him. Despite it all, she remained calm and composed, ready to face whatever questions the red-haired man might have.

In that suspended moment, as glances crossed and emotions tangled, Aether sensed a weight of tension settling over them all. He wondered how the meeting would unfold, and what direction their conversation would take once the initial surprise had passed.

“Childe! I told you I would find him!” Hu Tao cried out, rushing eagerly to his side.

“Yes, I can see that,” the man replied, smiling down at the little girl before pulling her into his arms. “But that’s no reason to disappear like that—I was worried sick.”

“Don’t worry, I was at Aether’s! You know, he even has a cat now.”

“Thank you for bringing her back, Aether.” Childe looked up at the blond, who smiled nervously. “With everything that happened, you really didn’t have to.”

“She’s just a child. I couldn’t leave her alone out in the cold,” Aether answered, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

“Childe, can I go back to Aether’s to play with the cat?” the little girl asked, her eyes bright with hope, while Childe appeared somewhat taken aback.

“Of course, but only if he agrees.”

“I told her she could come whenever she wants.”

After the initial exchange of curious glances, Aether and Childe fell into a conversation laced with small talk. Their words, carried by the icy breeze, seemed to drift through the air like fleeting snowflakes. Aether felt a subtle unease, aware of the undercurrent of tension between them, yet he made an effort to remain polite and courteous.

Despite his initial puzzlement, Childe managed to draw Aether into a light and easy exchange. They spoke briefly of the weather, the latest news around town, as if trying to dissolve the heavy atmosphere that lingered. Still, even amid these trivial exchanges, Aether sensed a tangible tension—as if something deeper lurked beneath their words.

Meanwhile, Hu Tao stood beside Aether, waving energetically to say goodbye. Her gestures carried the innocent energy and tender sweetness of childhood, as though she wished to stretch out this moment of closeness despite Aether’s impending departure. Her face held a quiet sadness, tinged with resignation, as if she already knew their meeting was drawing to a close.

Aether felt a lump rise in his throat as he watched Hu Tao say her goodbyes. Torn between the wish to stay and prolong this fleeting moment of human warmth, and the need to leave and return to his own duties, he nevertheless offered her a warm smile, silently promising that they would meet again soon.

After exchanging a few polite words, Aether prepared to depart. He shared one last look with Hu Tao, filled with tenderness and gratitude for the time they had spent together, before giving Childe a respectful nod. Slowly, he turned and walked away, leaving Hu Tao behind, still waving energetically as if to imprint this moment forever in her memory.

Chapter Text

Aether walked silently down the street, his footsteps echoing softly against the damp cobblestones. He held his phone in one hand, his gaze drifting casually over news articles, keeping himself vaguely informed of current events. The pale, diffused winter light bathed the scene, casting a striking contrast against the sparkling Christmas decorations that adorned shop fronts and tree branches alike.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon, and the crisp air nipped gently at his cheeks. A subtle blend of excitement and apprehension welled up inside him. He was to meet Kazuha at the Christmas market, an event he had been eagerly anticipating. The market—with its colorful stalls, scents of mulled wine and roasted chestnuts—promised a magical experience. Kazuha, always calm and thoughtful, would be there, bringing with him a soothing serenity.

As he continued walking, Aether thought of Venti and Heizou, who were to join them as well. Venti, with his boundless enthusiasm and uncanny ability to brighten any moment, and Heizou, ever curious and observant, added a unique dynamic to their group. Aether smiled at the thought, already anticipating the laughter and lively conversations that awaited them.

The streets began to fill with bundled-up passersby, wrapped in coats and scarves, their breaths rising in little clouds of vapor in the cold air. Shop windows glittered with garlands of lights and artificial snowflakes, enhancing the festive atmosphere. Though focused on his phone, Aether couldn’t help but feel enveloped by the season’s magic.

Near the Christmas market, Aether pocketed his phone and lifted his eyes to take in his surroundings. The stalls, richly decorated, overflowed with sweets, toys, and handcrafted ornaments. The voices of vendors and children’s laughter mingled with soft Christmas music, creating a joyful hum that filled the air.

He soon spotted Kazuha standing near a confectionery stall, his serene gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd. Kazuha greeted him with a calm smile, and Aether immediately felt a comforting ease settle over him. They exchanged a knowing look, sharing a silent understanding that needed no words.

Approaching his friend, Aether caught sight of Venti already engaged in animated conversation with a mulled wine vendor, his melodic, lively voice standing out amid the ambient noise. Heizou, meanwhile, examined handcrafted items with a focused expression, clearly intrigued by the details. A warm sense of camaraderie washed over Aether, grateful to be reunited with his friends in this festive moment.

As the four gathered, Aether allowed himself to be swept away by the Christmas market’s charm, his worries gradually dissolving. Together, they prepared to explore the market’s wonders, their laughter and chatter blending with the music and twinkling lights, weaving precious memories on this winter afternoon.

“Are you really letting Venti go to the mulled wine stall?” Aether teased, a playful tone in his voice. “Aren’t you worried he might have a drink?”

“No way. He promised he wouldn’t touch anything,” Kazuha replied before turning to him and holding out his hand. “You, on the other hand, you know what you have to give me.”

“Kazuha, it’s no use taking my cigarettes every time,” the blond sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I just hold back when I’m with you. At home, I smoke.”

“Yeah, but I just don’t want to see you smoking...” Kazuha’s gaze dropped to the ground before he looked back up, offering a sad smile. “As long as I don’t see you doing it, I guess it’s okay.”

“That’s a promise, then—I won’t smoke in front of you.”

Soon, Venti and Heizou joined Kazuha and Aether, their faces glowing with smiles and the excitement of being together at the heart of the Christmas market. The four friends wandered among the stalls, their steps naturally falling in rhythm with the festive atmosphere and the Christmas melodies floating through the chilly air. The twinkling lights of garlands and decorations bathed the market in an enchanted glow, wrapping visitors in a gentle winter embrace.

While enjoying his friends’ company, Aether’s thoughts drifted toward Hu Tao. The image of the little girl, her face alight with joy and surprise, lingered in his mind. He felt a deep affection for her—almost protective—and a desire to give her something special blossomed within him. As they passed a wooden toy stall, his eyes caught on a finely carved figurine of a mischievous cat. Aether imagined Hu Tao’s smile upon discovering the gift—a smile capable of brightening the darkest days.

They continued their stroll, pausing occasionally to admire the various goods on display. The scents of cinnamon, gingerbread, and hot chocolate filled the air, awakening the senses and warming their hearts. Venti, ever overflowing with enthusiasm, frequently suggested stops to sample all kinds of treats, while calm and thoughtful Kazuha observed with soothing serenity. Heizou, meanwhile, showed a particular interest in the handcrafted items, his keen gaze lingering on every detail.

Aether, however, remained focused on his purpose. He knew that finding the perfect gift for Hu Tao required careful thought. He lingered first before a stand of colorful sweets, then before a display of soft plush toys, considering all the possibilities. Finally, his gaze was drawn to a stall of handcrafted jewelry, where small brooches shaped like flowers and animals glimmered beneath the lights. A delicately made cat-shaped brooch seemed the ideal gift for Hu Tao—a small token that might capture the mischievous spirit and gentle nature of the young girl.

Signaling to his friends that he intended to buy something, Aether approached the stall. The vendor, an elderly man with a kindly smile, welcomed him warmly. Aether took the brooch between his fingers, appreciating the finesse of the craftsmanship. He pictured Hu Tao wearing it proudly, her face lighting up with a simple yet profound happiness. After paying, he carefully slipped the brooch into his pocket, satisfied with his choice.

Rejoining his friends, Aether felt a gentle warmth—not only from the festive atmosphere but from the very act of thinking of someone else. As they continued to wander through the market, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the moment when he would give Hu Tao her gift. The magic of Christmas seemed to work fully here, strengthening bonds of friendship and acts of generosity that made this season so special.

“By the way, thinking back, where did you disappear to last time?” Venti asked, pulling his scarf up over his nose. “We saw you leave with a stranger but didn’t say anything. We figured you had a good time with him.”

“Oh, I just spent the evening with him, nothing else…” Aether replied simply, ashamed to recall that night. “I’d rather not talk about it, please.”

“Ah, so that means you didn’t do it. You know what I mean,” the blue-haired boy teased gently.

“Venti, shut up,” the blond muttered, faintly blushing, embarrassed. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, as long as you had a good evening, that’s what matters,” Kazuha intervened, trying to defuse the tension. “By the way, are you all spending Christmas Eve with someone?”

“Oh right—it’s less than two weeks away…”

“I’m going back to Mondstadt to see close family,” Venti affirmed with a smile. “I promised to come and stay a few days for the holidays. And you?”

“Oh, I’m spending Christmas Eve with Heizou and his family,” said the white-haired boy, turning to briefly kiss his boyfriend. “And you, Aether?”

“I’m spending it with Lumine,” he lied, knowing his sister had left to work in Inazuma.

The four young men decided to extend their festive outing by exploring the nearby shops. Upon entering the first clothing store, they were greeted by a cascade of colorful fabrics and glittering accessories. Venti, always the most exuberant of the group, couldn’t resist grabbing a bright red wool scarf and twirling theatrically as he wrapped it around his neck. Kazuha, on the other hand, opted for a modest yet elegant wool coat, its neutral shade offering a quiet contrast to the dazzling Christmas displays in the windows. Heizou browsed the racks with calm discernment, his observant gaze taking in the different cuts and textures, while Aether drifted in thought, absentmindedly running his fingers across the soft fabrics.

Leaving the clothing store, they made their way to a toy shop. The warmth of childhood memories rose to the surface as they passed displays of figurines and building sets. Venti picked up a box of wooden puzzles, his eyes shining with nostalgia. Kazuha paused before a row of vibrant kites, lost in reverie of days spent flying them beneath open skies. Heizou chuckled softly at a collection of miniature detective kits, reminded of his own youthful investigations. Aether, still thinking of Hu Tao, wandered the aisles in search of something special—some small toy that might bring a light of joy to her face.

Their stroll next brought them to a gourmet shop, where the enticing aromas of fresh bread and pastries wrapped around them like a warm embrace. The shelves were lined with seasonal delights—gingerbread, Christmas shortbread, handmade chocolates. True to form, Venti eagerly purchased a box of vividly colored macarons. Kazuha selected a few sweets to share with his friends later, while Heizou picked out an assortment of rare teas, renowned for their delicate flavors. Aether, ever mindful of those he cared for, remembered that his cat had a fondness for dried fish and picked up a few pieces as a treat.

Everywhere they went, the spirit of Christmas seemed to permeate their interactions and their choices. The day wore on, but none of them showed any sign of weariness. Each store they entered added another layer of joy and companionship to their outing. The streets, strung with lights and garlands, shimmered with reflections of their shared happiness.

As they walked through the city, their bags filled with newfound treasures, Aether couldn’t help but reflect on the day and what it had come to mean. The small acts of kindness, the moments shared without pretense—these were the things that wove precious memories. The Christmas market, with its stalls and lights, had become more than just a festive destination. It stood as a symbol of human warmth, of the quiet affection that bound them together. Venti’s laughter, Heizou’s keen observations, Kazuha’s soothing presence—all of it combined to make this day a true celebration of friendship and the quiet magic of Christmas.

"Ah, by the way, you’ll never guess who I ran into the other day." Venti grinned mockingly, as if he were about to drop the biggest piece of gossip in the world. "I saw Xiao. With that guy he calls his boyfriend."

"And what were they like?" asked Kazuha, curiosity lighting his features. "Were they kissing under the Christmas lights? You know, all that magical and romantic bullshit?"

"No, not even close," he replied, letting out a heavy sigh. "The blond guy was dragging him through the stores by the arm. Xiao was limping slightly, but he didn’t say a word. Honestly, it looked like he was just following him around like a dog on a leash."

"Serves him right," muttered the white-haired boy, casting a brief glance toward Aether. "He took advantage of Aether’s kindness for four whole years. He hurt him and left without a shred of remorse. If that guy treats him like crap, well—he’s just reaping what he sowed."

"Yeah, you’re right. Seriously, who jumps into a new relationship just months after breaking up with the love of their life?"

"Trash like him, that’s who. There’s no other explanation."

"Stop it, you’re being cruel for no reason," Aether finally interjected, nervously fiddling with the cigarette pack in his pocket. "Maybe that’s just how their relationship works. Who are we to judge?"

"We’re only telling the truth—you’re just too blind to see it." Kazuha placed a hand gently on his shoulder, a gesture meant to comfort. "Everyone here knows you’re still in love with him. That’s why you can’t see the situation clearly."

"Except, as you so kindly put it, it’s my situation. Not yours."

"No need to get angry, calm down," said Venti, crossing his arms and giving him a pointed look. "It’s like the other day, when you got so jealous you assumed Xiao was being abused."

"Wait—he said what?"

"Have a nice afternoon," Aether cut in, his voice sharp. "I’m leaving."

Breath short and nerves frayed, Aether strode away from Kazuha and Venti in long, determined steps. The argument still echoed in his ears—each cutting remark, each bitter accusation blending into an unbearable cacophony. His heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a silent fury and a deep, gnawing sense of being misunderstood. He could no longer bear their accusing stares, nor their clumsy attempts to push him into confronting feelings he had no strength left to name.

He walked briskly, almost furiously, with no concern for direction. The cold afternoon air bit at his skin, but he paid it no mind, too consumed by the whirlwind of thoughts crashing through his mind. His hands trembled slightly—not only from the chill, but from the raw emotion that churned beneath his ribs. At last, he came to an abrupt stop, breath shallow, his gaze scanning the surroundings for some temporary refuge.

He plunged a hand into the pocket of his coat, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with sharp, impatient movements. The first drag brought a measure of calm, an artificial stillness in the storm of his thoughts. Nicotine spread through his veins, offering a fleeting sense of relief. Aether tilted his head back to the sky, watching clouds drift slowly across it, in stark contrast to the agitation roiling inside him.

As he smoked, the tension began to ebb, gradually replaced by a kind of resigned sadness. The truth of his feelings for Xiao was a weight he had carried for too long—a reality he had carefully avoided confronting. Kazuha and Venti’s words, though harsh, had struck a nerve, reigniting emotions he had tried so hard to bury.

The smoke curled lazily into the frigid air, dissipating quickly into the atmosphere. Aether found himself thinking of Xiao—his sharp eyes, his rare but sincere smile, and the pain of their parting. He wondered if he should have done things differently, if he should have been more honest—with Xiao, and with himself. The solitude of the moment sharpened the sting of his regrets; every draw from his cigarette underscored the bitterness of his reflections.

He looked around and realized he had no idea where he was exactly. The streets appeared both familiar and foreign, mirroring his own inner disorientation. The smoke kept rising, an intangible measure of passing time. At last, Aether flicked the butt to the ground and crushed it beneath his heel, a new sense of resolve hardening in his chest.

He knew he couldn’t run forever—couldn’t keep dodging the truth of his emotions. The argument with Kazuha and Venti, painful as it was, had been a catalyst—a necessary push to stop avoiding the inevitable. Aether drew in a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs, and made the decision to return to his friends. Perhaps it was time to face what he felt, to stop fleeing, and to seek peace—with the past, and with the love he still held for Xiao.

“Let those assholes go to hell.”

Aether sat on the park bench, eyes fixed on the ground, lost in thought. The anger had dissolved into a deeper weariness, each drag from his cigarette offering a fleeting respite to his restless mind. The pavement around him was littered with cigarette butts, silent witnesses to the turmoil within. The cold pinched his cheeks, and the fading light of day cast long, melancholic shadows across the quiet landscape.

He didn’t notice Kazuha running toward him at first. Lost in a whirlwind of regrets and tangled thoughts, he was blind to everything around him. It wasn’t until he heard the hurried footsteps drawing near that he lifted his head, meeting Kazuha’s worried gaze. The other boy’s expression shifted swiftly—from concern to quiet disapproval as he took in the scattered cigarette butts surrounding Aether.

Panting, Kazuha came to a halt before him, his brows furrowed and his eyes bright with unmistakable anxiety. Aether felt a pang of guilt pierce through him at the sight of his friend in such a state. He knew his sudden departure had worried everyone, but in that moment, he had simply needed to escape—to be alone with his thoughts, even if it meant drowning in the haze of smoke.

The silence between them was dense, almost tangible. Aether straightened slightly, crushing a cigarette underfoot, acutely aware of Kazuha’s silent judgment. The cold air felt sharper now, as though nature itself conspired to heighten the tension. Minutes dragged by, each second pressing down on them like an invisible weight.

Finally, Aether looked up, searching Kazuha’s features for a glimmer of understanding or comfort. But all he found was deep concern, tinged with a quiet sorrow. It hit him hard, tightening his chest. The situation felt hopeless, and yet he knew his friends were still there—ready to catch him, even when he pushed them away.

The wind stirred gently, rustling the leaves in the trees and bringing a fleeting sense of calm to the taut atmosphere. Aether inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself, to find the right words. But his emotions were too raw, his thoughts too fractured.

“So this is what you do when you're sad or upset?” Kazuha asked, voice sharp. “You smoke until the ground is littered with butts?”

“Shut up. It's none of your business.”

“Yes, it is!” Kazuha burst out, seizing Aether’s hands in his own. “We don’t say these things to hurt you—we’re trying to help.”

“You’re not helping at all,” Aether snapped, jerking his hands away. “When I try to open up, all you do is push me to move on. But do you have any idea how hard it is to forget someone I spent four years of my life with? Someone I was going to marry? No, you don’t. And that’s because you don’t want to know, or even try to understand.”

“I just want you to move on and be happy...” Kazuha murmured, his voice barely audible. “He’s moved on, Aether. You should do the same. Stop hurting yourself like this.”

“But I don’t want to move on!” Aether shouted, his voice cracking. “I still love him!”

“Aether...” Kazuha began, but Aether cut him off.

“I miss him so damn much.”

“I know.”

“It hurts to see him with that other man.”

“I know.”

“I want him to come back to me.”

“I know.”

Aether’s shoulders heaved with the force of silent sobs he could no longer contain. Each tear that traced down his cheeks burned like a cruel reminder of the pain he carried within. The words slipped from his trembling lips—each one a confession torn from his wounded heart. He spoke of Xiao, of the love he had never managed to forget, a love that still consumed him despite the passage of time. His tears fell relentlessly, mingling with the biting chill of the winter air.

Kazuha listened in silence, his arms wrapping around Aether in a comforting embrace, offering the warmth of human closeness against the raw despair of his friend. Aether felt exposed, vulnerable, every word scraping painfully against the surface of his soul. He admitted that he had thought he saw Xiao at the nightclub—that he had followed a stranger, clinging to the desperate hope of finding even a fleeting echo of the past. The crushing disappointment that followed had left him shattered, and now he understood that his reckless actions had merely been a reflection of his aching need to fill the void Xiao had left behind.

The words grew harder to form as he spoke of Xiao’s lips, of the kisses they had shared. Every cigarette he smoked was a clumsy attempt to recreate that taste, to summon the memory of their tenderness. Aether felt as though he were drowning in an ocean of nostalgia, unable to find solid ground. His fingers clutched at the fabric of Kazuha’s coat, searching for some kind of anchor in the emotional maelstrom.

He spoke of fate with bitter resignation, lamenting the cruelty with which it seemed to toy with his heart. Every chance encounter, every resurfaced memory—all of it led him back to Xiao, but never in the way he truly needed. Fate seemed to mock him, showing him fragments of a past he could never fully reclaim.

Kazuha tightened the embrace, his fingers threading gently through Aether’s hair, offering silent solace. Aether felt the warmth of that touch—a faint glimmer of hope in the darkness of his grief. Slowly, the sobs quieted, replaced by a deep, bone-weary fatigue. He felt emptied, drained of all energy, yet strangely soothed by the act of speaking his truth aloud.

The park around them seemed suspended in time, snow falling softly as if to wrap their moment of quiet in a veil of purity. Aether leaned into Kazuha, finding in that closeness a fragile sense of peace. A heavy silence settled between them—not one of discomfort, but of unspoken understanding. They remained like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the winter cold clashing gently with the warmth of their friendship. For Aether, it was a breath of hope in his endless search for redemption and lost happiness.

“To cheer you up, I’m buying you your favorite drink from Starbucks, all right?”

“But, wait, there’s…”

Kazuha had taken Aether’s arm with a gentleness that masked a quiet resolve, guiding him with determination toward the nearest Starbucks. Aether, still reeling from their earlier conversation and the rawness of his own confessions, allowed himself to be led without resistance. The snowy streets, the Christmas decorations, the bustling pedestrians—all blurred into a hazy backdrop. His thoughts continued to swirl, tangled with memories, regrets, and that persistent ache he could never quite silence.

As they stepped into the café, warmth and the comforting aroma of coffee enveloped them at once. Kazuha quickly found a table, and they sat down. Aether, his face still marked by tears, eyes red and swollen, wiped away the last traces of his distress. He sniffled quietly, trying to compose himself. The cozy atmosphere and Kazuha’s calming presence helped him catch his breath, though a lingering melancholy still weighed heavily on his chest.

Suddenly, without warning, Xiao appeared in front of their table, disrupting the quiet rhythm of the café with his unexpected presence. Without a word, he placed a strawberry smoothie topped with chocolate drizzle in front of Aether. The simple gesture, laden with silent meaning, struck Aether like a blow to the heart. He looked up, meeting Xiao’s eyes, and a small, involuntary smile touched his lips.

Kazuha watched the scene with keen curiosity, his gaze flicking between Xiao and Aether, trying to decipher the intricate dynamic unfolding before him. He was witnessing something deeply personal—a moment of silent connection, brimming with emotion. Xiao said nothing, his eyes fixed on Aether, a mixture of tenderness and sorrow in his expression.

Xiao’s presence was both a balm and a sharp ache, reminding Aether of all they had shared, and all that had broken between them.

Time seemed to suspend around their table, the clamor of the café fading into a distant hum. Xiao didn’t speak, but his actions spoke volumes. Aether, his hands trembling, reached for the glass, his fingers brushing briefly against Xiao’s. The contact, fleeting as it was, ignited a spark of warmth and nostalgia within him.

Still caught in a maelstrom of feelings, Aether took a sip of the smoothie. The familiar taste—the sugary sweetness and bitter chocolate—unleashed a flood of memories, fragments of joy long buried.

“What can I get you?” asked Xiao, turning to Kazuha.

“And who said you could put a drink in front of Aether without asking first?” Kazuha snapped, his eyes narrowed.

“Because that’s what he orders every day.”

“I swear, if you—”

“It’s nothing, Kazuha,” Aether cut in, sighing. “It’s just that I come here a lot, and he remembers my order. No need to make a scene over something so small, alright?”

“Anyway,” Xiao repeated, slightly irritated, “what are you having?”

“Black coffee,” Kazuha replied curtly. “With two sugars.”

“And you, Aether…” Xiao turned toward him, notepad still in hand. “Anything else for you?”

“No. That’ll be all.”

Xiao walked away with a slight limp, his gait hindered by an old injury that seemed never to heal completely. His footsteps echoed faintly on the tiled floor of the Starbucks, a quiet contrast to the hum of surrounding activity. Aether, eyes fixed on Xiao, felt a dull ache rise in his chest at the sight of that familiar limp. The fact that Xiao still carried those invisible scars added yet another layer of sorrow and guilt to the emotions already tearing at him.

Kazuha, for his part, couldn’t help but watch Xiao intently. His sharp gaze followed every movement, every subtle detail, seeking to unravel the enigma of this relationship that so clearly haunted Aether. It was evident that Xiao bore wounds far deeper than the physical—emotional scars that bled quietly into his every motion. Kazuha felt a stirring of empathy, but also an insatiable curiosity to understand the forces at play beneath the surface.

The café’s dim lighting accentuated the fatigue etched into Xiao’s features, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes and the tension carried in his shoulders. He made his way to the counter, where he placed the order with methodical precision, his voice low and slightly hoarse, blending with the ambient hum of the café.

Aether, despite himself, couldn’t look away. Every movement Xiao made, every precise and deliberate gesture, brought back memories buried deep within his heart. The pain of lost love, bitter regrets, and a persistent affection he could never quite extinguish swirled within him. His thoughts churned, circling back again and again to that inescapable bond that seemed to tether them still, for better or worse.

When Xiao returned, carrying Kazuha’s drink, a surge of emotion rose unbidden in Aether’s chest. Xiao set the cup gently in front of Kazuha, then straightened, careful not to meet his gaze. Kazuha, however, continued to study him, unable to look away from this enigmatic figure who appeared both vulnerable and unwavering.

Xiao, feeling the weight of Kazuha’s stare, furrowed his brow slightly, a flicker of pain crossing his expression. He turned swiftly, ready to return to his place behind the counter. Yet in that brief moment, something passed between them—a current of understanding, of unspoken compassion—shared in silence.

Aether, silent witness to the exchange, felt his heart clench. He knew that behind Xiao’s stoic exterior lay a tumult of unvoiced emotions. Seeing him like this—wounded, yet still standing—rekindled in Aether a quiet resolve. A determination to confront his own ghosts, to seek a way to mend what had once been broken.

The café, with its warm ambiance and carefree patrons, suddenly felt charged with a palpable tension. The emotions of each person seemed almost tangible, woven into the very air around them. Aether, Kazuha, and even Xiao were bound by invisible threads of pain, regret, but also hope.

Xiao’s departure left a void, a silence heavy with meaning. Sensing the weight of the moment, Kazuha placed a comforting hand on Aether’s shoulder. Aether, eyes still glistening with unshed tears, gave a gentle nod, grateful for the silent support. They both knew the road to healing would be long and arduous, but in that instant, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a promise of reconciliation and renewal.

“Wait, don’t move,” Kazuha said simply before rising. “I’m going to say a few words to him.”

“No, leave him be,” Aether intervened, placing his hand gently on Kazuha’s arm. “He did nothing wrong; it’s his job.”

“I won’t say anything harsh.”

“Kazuha, please...”

Kazuha stood abruptly, determination etched into every line of his tense face. Aether watched him, a wave of apprehension rising within. He knew Kazuha’s impulsiveness all too well and feared things might escalate. Kazuha crossed the room with quick, resolute steps, heading straight for Xiao, who was busy organizing orders behind the counter.

From where he sat, Aether could not hear the words exchanged. Yet he saw the intensity in Kazuha’s gestures, arms rising and falling in sync with what were likely words charged with anger. Kazuha’s features were hardened, brows furrowed and lips pressed tight—a frustration finally finding release.

Xiao, on the other hand, appeared almost indifferent. His eyes remained fixed, his posture stiff and defensive. He offered no response to Kazuha’s silent accusations, letting the words slide off him like rain on glass. His face stayed impassive, a marble façade behind which Aether knew a profound suffering was concealed. Xiao seemed barely to listen, his hands continuing their work with mechanical precision.

Aether watched the scene unfold with mounting tension. He noticed the customers around them, some casting curious or worried glances toward the silent but clearly intense exchange. The distance only heightened his sense of helplessness. Torn between the urge to intervene and the fear of making things worse, he remained frozen.

The seconds stretched, heavy with unspoken words and accumulated resentments. Kazuha, his anger vibrating through every fiber of his being, seemed desperate to break through Xiao’s shell, to force a reaction. But Xiao remained stone-faced, his expression betraying nothing of the turmoil within. That apparent indifference was only a mask, Aether was sure of it, but it was thick enough that even Kazuha could not crack it.

At last, Kazuha appeared drained by his own outburst. His shoulders sagged slightly, and he stopped speaking, perhaps realizing the futility of his efforts. Xiao did not flinch; his black eyes remained fixed somewhere beyond Kazuha, in an unreachable elsewhere. The silence fell again, heavy and oppressive, leaving them both frozen in a sterile confrontation.

“...have caused misery...”

That was the only fragment of a sentence the blond could catch.

Aether felt his heart tighten as he saw his friend return to him, looking defeated but still burning with a smoldering anger. Kazuha resumed his seat in silence, his eyes shining with unresolved frustration. Aether, his heart heavy, leaned forward slightly, extending a comforting hand toward Kazuha. No words passed between them; the atmosphere spoke for itself.

Xiao, for his part, resumed his work as if nothing had happened, his impassive face turned toward the daily tasks. Yet Aether knew that a storm raged beneath that calm surface—a storm he knew well and silently shared. The café, with its dim lights and comforting background hum, felt strangely distant, like a fragile stage upon which a far deeper drama was unfolding.

Lost in his thoughts, Aether tried to understand how the day had spiraled so quickly. He felt that every encounter, every exchange with Xiao, inexorably dragged him back to a past he struggled desperately to leave behind. Kazuha, despite his good intentions, had only heightened this latent tension.

And now, there they were, both sitting in that café, more lost than ever, while Xiao, just a few meters away, remained a painful and familiar enigma.

Chapter Text

The soft afternoon light filtering through the blinds of the real estate agency bathed the room in a golden glow. Aether, exhausted from the day’s tasks, had finally given in to fatigue. His head rested on the polished wood of his desk, his long blond hair spilling in a silky cascade around his hidden face. The calm of the room stood in stark contrast to the earlier frenzy, when urgent files had piled up on his desk, threatening to overwhelm him.

Aether’s hands lay carelessly on either side of his head, relaxed—a rare moment of release. His steady breath barely lifted his shoulders, and the gentle murmur of his breathing mingled with the distant ticking of the wall clock. The sun-warmed wood of the desk offered a comforting, almost maternal support to his cheek, slightly flushed.

The room, usually filled with lively conversations and ceaseless phone calls, was now plunged into a near-sacred silence. Sunbeams danced on the carefully stacked papers, creating patterns of light that flickered across the desk and walls. Aether seemed to float between the world of dreams and reality, his mind finally finding respite within this cocoon of tranquility.

The faint scent of paper, tinged with a hint of polished wood, filled the air, adding to the peaceful atmosphere. Aether’s golden strands gleamed under the light, contrasting with the soft shadow cast by his slumped form. Though his face was hidden, it betrayed an expression of serenity, his features as relaxed as they rarely were in the middle of a workday.

The urgent files, now sorted and put away, seemed to watch over him—silent witnesses to his dedication and perseverance. Every sheet, every note bore the mark of his effort, and now they lay waiting for new action, allowing their creator to savor a well-earned rest. The desk itself, once a battlefield of administrative tasks, had become a sanctuary of quietude, a temporary refuge for an exhausted soul.

Aether, sunk into a deep nap, presented a touching image of vulnerability. Far from the worries and responsibilities weighing on his shoulders, he seemed, for a fleeting moment, to become once again a child seeking refuge in a world of dreams. The distant sounds of the street and neighboring offices were like lullabies, wrapping his mind in a bubble of calm and rest.

Time passed slowly, each minute stretching into a soothing eternity. In this suspended instant, Aether found a rare and precious reprieve, a moment stolen from the relentless rush of daily life. The sun, gradually descending toward the horizon, promised a peaceful end to the day—one where even the most troubled souls could find a semblance of peace.

Suddenly, a crashing noise shattered the tranquility of the real estate agency. The door flew open violently, striking the wall with such force that the sound echoed through the entire room, shaking walls and windows alike. Aether, lost in deep sleep, sprang upright, his heart pounding wildly. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, searched desperately to understand the source of the commotion.

The shock sent a surge of adrenaline through his body, instantly dispelling every trace of fatigue. He ran a trembling hand through his blond hair, trying nervously to smooth the disarray left by his improvised nap. Strands, scattered carelessly, fell again over his forehead, giving him an air both vulnerable and determined.

Slowly, Aether rose, his legs still heavy from rest, and made his way toward his office door. Each step echoed on the wooden floor, amplifying his apprehension. He paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath to steady his frantic heartbeat. His senses were on high alert—every sound, every shadow in the room seemed sharper, more menacing.

He strained to listen, trying to discern what was happening beyond the door. The hurried footsteps and muffled whispers spoke of unusual unrest. A voice, loud and impatient, rose above the others, but the words remained indistinct, wrapped in an aura of mystery and tension.

Aether took another step, nearing the threshold. He placed his hand on the doorknob, hesitating a moment before opening it just enough to peer into the main hall. The brighter light of the entrance contrasted sharply with the soothing dimness of his office, forcing him to squint to make out the figures gathered there.

The anxiety gripping him mingled with an insatiable curiosity. Who could be the author of this turmoil? And, above all, why? His thoughts swirled wildly, yet he strove to keep calm, to gather his wits. The relative silence that followed the initial crash only deepened his unease, each second of waiting becoming a torment.

So Aether stood there, motionless, his mind wavering between fear and resolve, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side. His fingers clenched tightly around the doorknob; he knew this fragile calm was but the prelude to an inevitable confrontation.

“I know it’s you!” shouted a familiar voice—Mushiko’s. “It’s because of you the police keep coming to my apartment!”

“Mr. Dokan, I ask you to cease this noise,” said Keqing sharply, entirely unafraid of him. “If you do not calm down, I fear I shall have no choice but to call the authorities.”

“I’m not afraid of retaliation,” he replied in the same tone, stepping closer to her. “I’ll sue you. I’ll make you pay for what you did to me.”

“And you think it works that way?” the woman snapped, not even flinching. “You’ve been in the wrong from the start. You file a complaint, accuse us, spread terror in our agency, and now you threaten us. You know what? This time, I will file a complaint. You’ll see my full name on the paper, and a little signature to go with it.”

“You miserable—”

“Mr. Dokan! Stop this at once!” Ganyu finally shouted, her voice trembling slightly.

“Ganyu, call the police.”

Aether watched the scene, his breath quickening as he grasped the gravity of the situation. Before him, Mushiko’s face twisted with palpable rage, as though ready to come to blows. His clenched fists betrayed a contained but threatening aggression. Keqing, on the other hand, showed no trace of fear. Her eyes, burning with cold fury, were fixed on the man, daring her intimidator to make a false move. Her right hand, slightly extended toward the lamp behind her, spoke of her determination to defend herself at all costs.

The atmosphere was electric, each second stretching under unbearable tension. The heavy silence only served to sharpen the latent violence of the confrontation. Tense muscles, hard gazes—all signaled that an explosion was imminent. Aether knew he had to act before the situation spiraled out of control. He took a deep breath, suppressing his own apprehension, and resolved to intervene.

Pushing the door open, he stepped decisively into the hall, immediately drawing the attention of the two protagonists. Mushiko and Keqing turned toward him, surprised by this unexpected interruption. The momentary shock gave Aether the opening to speak, his eyes swiftly flicking between them to gauge their reactions.

The silence that followed his entrance was heavy with meaning, each second feeling like an eternity. Mushiko, still brimming with rage, fixed Aether with an intensity that might have made a lesser man falter. His furrowed brows and tightly pressed lips betrayed a growing frustration at being interrupted. Keqing, though still defensive, loosened her grip on the lamp, her anger shifting into wary anticipation.

Aether stepped forward a few paces, striving to maintain a calm, composed demeanor despite the turmoil roiling inside him. Every fiber of his being was alert, ready to respond to the slightest threat. His eyes—red-rimmed and slightly moist from earlier emotions—reflected an unshakable resolve. He knew he had to defuse the situation before it slipped beyond any control.

Seconds stretched as he searched for the right words, keenly aware that a single misstep could reignite the blaze. His sharp, calculating mind weighed every option, every phrase, seeking the one that would soothe Mushiko without undermining Keqing’s authority. The tension in the room was nearly tangible—an invisible pressure that constricted his lungs and quickened his pulse.

At last, he spoke, his voice steady yet measured, hoping that his presence and tone alone would quell the heated tempers. Mushiko, still angry, seemed slightly disoriented by the intervention. Keqing remained on guard, ready to react to the slightest sign of violence from the man. Feeling the heavy burden of responsibility on his shoulders, Aether continued his effort to restore calm, his words carefully aimed at defusing the conflict while reaffirming security and order within the agency.

“What is this foolish scene?” Aether demanded, his tone attempting to assert authority.

Every word, every gesture was carefully measured to preserve the fragile balance of the situation. The exchanged glances, the taut muscles—all contributed to a complex tableau where diplomacy had to triumph over hostility. Determined to protect his colleagues and restore harmony, Aether continued his intervention, hoping that his courage and resolve would be enough to avert the impending violence.

“Mr. Dokan, what you’ve just done could cost you dearly.” He turned to the man, positioning himself protectively in front of his colleague. “You’ve just threatened a woman, and you’ve threatened our agency.”

“Mr. Viator, you have certainly fallen low,” Mushiko spat venomously. “I never thought you were capable of doing such a thing to me. I was only ever friendly.”

“With all due respect, it seems you have no proof of our involvement in the complaint you’re making.”

“But you’re the only ones who entered my apartment.”

“That doesn’t mean they weren’t your friends or colleagues,” the blond retorted confidently, folding his arms. “Yes, we entered your apartment, but only to carry out the work requested.”

“Maybe it was even a complaint from your boyfriend, who knows?” Keqing suggested sarcastically, locking eyes with Mushiko.

Mushiko Dokan remained silent, staring them down with unwavering intensity.

“Besides, why would we help you only to end up filing a complaint against you?”

“You’re our client. Your private life is none of our concern.”

The tension eased slightly as police sirens blared outside, signaling the long-awaited arrival of the officers. Ganyu immediately stepped forward to greet them, her voice trembling but resolute as she precisely explained the situation. She described how Mushiko had stormed into the agency, threatening them and creating a palpable atmosphere of terror.

Meanwhile, Aether stood motionless in the middle of the hall. Mushiko kept his burning gaze fixed on him, eyes ablaze with an unfathomable hatred, as if trying to penetrate the deepest thoughts of Aether, searching for any sign of weakness or fear. Mushiko’s piercing stare seemed intent on piercing his very soul, but though inwardly disturbed, Aether forced himself to maintain an impassive mask. Every muscle in his face was controlled, betraying no emotion that might satisfy his adversary.

Yet his fingers betrayed the turmoil within. In the pocket of his coat, they twisted and uncoiled around his pack of cigarettes, a nervous, mechanical gesture that somehow soothed him. The temptation to light one, to let the smoke calm his frayed nerves, was strong—but he knew this was neither the time nor the place. He had to remain focused, ready to react at a moment’s notice.

The crackling of police radios and Ganyu’s murmurs collided within his mind. The officers took notes of her statements, and a pair approached Mushiko, calmly ordering him to follow them outside. The man obeyed without visible resistance, though his sudden movements betrayed a simmering anger just beneath the surface, his gaze never leaving Aether’s. Aether held his stare until Mushiko disappeared from sight, then slowly relaxed his shoulders, allowing himself to breathe a little freer at last.

Keqing, still tense but visibly relieved, exchanged a glance with Aether. The lamp, once poised as a potential weapon, now rested on the desk—a symbol of the fading threat. Aether felt the weight of the situation begin to lift, though a quiet nervousness still lingered beneath the surface. The noise of officers and radios, their coming and going, formed a constant hum that could not quite drown out the echo of the confrontation.

Ganyu returned to them after finishing her explanations. Her cheeks were flushed with emotion, and she trembled slightly. Keqing placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and they shared a look of complicity—an unspoken blend of relief and exhaustion. Aether, though drained by the intensity of the events, betrayed nothing, choosing instead to observe quietly, his fingers still idly playing with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

“Don’t think this ends here,” Mushiko spat, his gaze sweeping over the three colleagues one by one. “I’ll investigate on my own the source of this complaint, and if I find it’s from you...”

“Enough with the threats,” an officer interrupted, grabbing Mushiko’s hands. “You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say may be used against you.”

“Mr. Dokan, after what you’ve done, your apartment might be taken from you,” Keqing added sharply, ready to provoke him further.

At last, the officers left, taking Mushiko and the tension he carried with him. The atmosphere in the agency, though still heavy with gravity, began to ease. The employees, who had kept their distance throughout the ordeal, slowly emerged, their faces a mixture of curiosity and relief. Aether knew the coming days would be filled with conversations and reflections on what had just transpired, but for now, he savored the relative calm, his thoughts drifting toward the cigarette he might finally smoke in peace.

Mushiko would be held in custody for forty-eight hours, and Aether couldn’t help but sigh with relief, thinking that Xiao would be safe for two whole days. The comfort that washed over him was almost tangible, as if a great weight had just slipped from his shoulders. Suspecting Mushiko of abusing Xiao might not be wise, but whether or not it was true, Aether longed to help—to lighten the burden he imagined pressing down on Xiao’s shoulders.

After Mushiko’s tumultuous departure, an almost deafening silence settled over the agency. The employees who had witnessed the confrontation returned to their tasks with cautious relief, their whispers barely audible, as if not to disturb the fragile peace restored. Aether, Keqing, and Ganyu made their way toward Aether’s office, their footsteps soft but echoing gently on the floor.

As he stepped into the office, a wave of exhaustion washed over Aether, but he did his best to conceal it. His long blond hair, still slightly tousled from a nap interrupted and the recent events, fell in disordered strands over his shoulders. He settled behind his desk, watching Keqing and Ganyu take their seats opposite him. Their faces still bore the marks of the tension they had endured, yet there was also a quiet determination—a will to press onward despite everything.

Keqing, ever upright and dignified, crossed her arms and fixed Aether with a gaze so intense it brooked no doubt about her resolve. The anger she had shown earlier had faded, replaced by a cold and calculated resolve. She was determined to ensure that such a situation would never arise again. Ganyu, by contrast, seemed more fragile. Her eyes were still moist, her breath uneven, but she drew strength from the reassuring presence of her colleagues.

Aether’s eyes roamed the room, his desk a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. Neatly stacked files, pens arranged with almost obsessive precision—everything felt surreal after the violent outburst from Mushiko. He realized how essential this ordered and calm space was, a fragile bastion of normalcy amid the turmoil of their professional lives.

Leaning back slightly against the chair, Aether let out a quieter, more subdued sigh. He knew there was still much to be done to guarantee the safety of Xiao and all those who worked alongside them. His fingers, still trembling faintly, rested on the smooth, familiar edge of the desk, seeking some kind of anchor.

The silence in the room was broken only by the steady tick of the wall clock. Each of them seemed lost in thought, yet an unspoken understanding passed between them. They knew the battle was far from over, but for the moment, they could savor this brief reprieve. Aether’s resolve hardened within him. He would take whatever measures were necessary to protect those he held dear.

“So, are we going to take back the apartment?” Keqing asked, before sighing and turning her gaze to one of her hands. “I never make empty threats, and reclaiming the apartment could benefit both us and his partner.”

“That’s true—she has a point,” Ganyu added, placing a hand gently on the woman’s shoulder beside her. “Mr. Dokan would be forced to return to his parents’ home, and his partner would have to do the same. It might bring a temporary end to the domestic violence.”

“I need to think it over...” Aether muttered, his thoughts spinning in endless circles, all revolving around Xiao. “Let’s just say I’m familiar with the delicate situation his partner is in, and I’m afraid of making a mistake.”

“You could go see him directly, ask him,” Keqing suggested.

“Yes, you could ask if he can return to his parents’ place—or even his own apartment.”

“Alright, I’ll go right away.”

Aether gathered his belongings and left the real estate agency. The click of the door shutting behind him sounded like a release, a faint signal of freedom. As soon as he stepped outside, the biting winter cold embraced him, and he hunched his shoulders deeper into his coat to shield himself from the sharp wind. The snow crunched beneath his feet, each step leaving a fleeting impression in the pristine whiteness. His thoughts still swirled around the confrontation with Mushiko, and the image of Xiao—so vulnerable—lingered stubbornly in his mind.

Fumbling frantically in his pocket, Aether searched for his pack of cigarettes. His fingers trembled slightly, a silent testimony to the tension that had built up inside him. He had to try several times before managing to pull one free. Lighting it hastily, he drew the first puff with a palpable urgency. The warm, acrid smoke mingled with the cold air, forming a stark contrast. He felt his nerves loosen just a little, though his mind remained restless and agitated.

As he made his way toward the Starbucks, he took long drags from the cigarette, his breath curling into smoke rings that quickly dispersed in the chilly air. His thoughts were fixed on Xiao, on the suffering he sensed but could not confirm. Every memory of Xiao haunted him, feeding a dull ache deep within his chest. Aether glanced around distractedly; the snow-covered streets and bundled-up passersby seemed blurred and distant.

He finished his first cigarette and, without hesitation, lit a second. The motion had become almost mechanical, a reflex to soothe the gnawing anxiety inside him. Each inhalation seemed to summon the moments he and Xiao had shared—the laughter, the smiles, but also the pain and uncertainties. The nicotine offered a fleeting relief, yet the thought of Xiao remained a constant, burning ember.

Approaching the Starbucks, Aether cast a glance at the familiar sign, his thoughts still drawn to Xiao. Snow now fell gently, blanketing the ground with a fresh, sparkling layer. He stubbed out the butt of his second cigarette in an outdoor ashtray, watching the small flame flicker and die with a quiet finality.

The prospect of seeing Xiao again, even briefly, brought him an odd comfort. He knew the situation was far from resolved, but he hoped that these moments shared at the Starbucks might kindle a glimmer of hope amid the darkness of their lives.

“Every time I see you, you always have a cigarette in your hand.”

A familiar voice came from behind him as someone set down garbage bags.

“You know, if you smoke that much, you’re bound to have respiratory problems.”

“Oh, hey, Xiao.” Aether turned around with a small smile. “I don’t smoke that much; it’s just that you always seem to show up when I’m smoking... Speaking of which, I hardly see you smoking these days.”

“I only smoke during breaks or when I get back to the apartment,” the dark-haired boy replied, shrugging his shoulders.

He hadn’t counted Mushiko’s apartment as his home. Aether had noticed.

“Yeah, well, it’s better to smoke outside anyway.”

“How long have you been smoking?”

“For about a year,” the blond muttered, eyes cast down toward the ground. “Why?”

“You should quit. It doesn’t suit you.” The boy with black-green hair stated simply. “It’s hard to imagine someone like you—who looks like an angel—smoking.”

“Let’s just say it’s hard to quit...” The boy with long blond hair blushed faintly at the compliment, then turned his head to hide it. “I don’t do it for pleasure; it just helps me think about other things. It’s more of a coping mechanism than anything else.”

Aether and Xiao stood near the ashtrays, their eyes locked as if trying to read each other’s souls. Snow drifted gently around them, weaving a quiet white veil that contrasted with the intensity of their encounter. Flakes settled on their clothes, melting almost immediately in the warmth of their bodies. Their breaths formed small clouds of vapor in the icy air, each exhalation marking the space between them with tangible presence.

Slowly, Xiao reached out a hand toward Aether, a gesture both hesitant and resolute. His slender, slightly trembling fingers brushed through Aether’s tousled hair, carefully smoothing the stray blond strands back into place. Though light, the touch seemed to carry the full weight of their repressed emotions. Xiao’s eyes, usually so impassive, betrayed a depth of feeling he had always tried to hide. Aether felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest, a mixture of nostalgia and pain.

The silence between them was heavy, laden with all that had gone unspoken, all the moments past and regrets accumulated. Xiao’s hand lingered for a moment longer in Aether’s hair, as if to confirm that the gesture had indeed been real. Then, gently, he withdrew it—leaving behind a void and coldness where warmth had briefly been. Aether felt his heart tighten, every beat echoing through his chest like the reverberation of their shared history.

Aether lowered his gaze slightly, observing the ashtrays brimming with cigarette butts. These remnants of smoke were fragments of time—moments of solitary reflection, desperate attempts to fill an emptiness. He thought of all the times he had sought to recapture the taste of Xiao’s lips through nicotine, all the memories that still haunted him.

The cold wind slipped through the gaps in their clothing, reminding Aether of the harsh reality of winter. Yet Xiao’s proximity seemed to soften that chill, creating a bubble of warmth around them. Snowflakes continued to fall, undeterred, gradually covering the traces of their presence. The streets around the Starbucks lay quiet, nearly deserted, lending an intimate dimension to their encounter.

Aether’s eyes returned to Xiao, capturing the subtle shifts in his expression. There was something fragile in Xiao’s posture, a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. Aether knew this moment was precious—that he had to savor it despite the underlying pain. He drew a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill his lungs, and braced himself for whatever revelations this meeting might still bring.

“I was just about to take my break, but I can make you your smoothie if you want,” Xiao said, running a trembling hand through his hair.

“If you were going on break, don’t trouble yourself too much,” Aether replied, a touch of panic rising as he didn’t want to steal away Xiao’s rare moments of respite.

“No, I insist.” The dark-haired boy slid his hands into his pockets, as if to restrain himself from reaching out to Aether. “I’ll make your smoothie and sit with you, okay?”

“Okay...”

They stepped inside the Starbucks, the door’s small bell chiming softly in the cozy space. The intoxicating scent of freshly ground coffee and pastries filled the air, weaving a comforting atmosphere that stood in sharp contrast to the cold outside. Gentle, muted lights cast a golden glow over the wooden tables, where a few customers quietly savored their drinks in silence.

Aether moved immediately toward a small table for two by the window. Outside, the snow continued to fall, flakes swirling in the air before settling gently on the windowsill. He sat down, his thoughts drifting like the snowflakes. He watched Xiao approach the counter to prepare his strawberry smoothie with chocolate drizzle—the drink he knew was Aether’s favorite.

Xiao busied himself behind the counter, his movements precise and deliberate. He seemed focused, yet Aether noticed the slight tension in his shoulders, betraying an underlying nervousness. Xiao took his time crafting the smoothie, adding the chocolate drizzle with care. Every gesture held a delicate tenderness, as if he wanted the drink to be perfect—an echo of how much the moment meant to him.

Meanwhile, Aether gazed out the window, his mind swinging between past and present. Memories of Xiao and himself came in waves, every shared moment, every exchanged smile now tinged with a bittersweet melancholy. His fingers absentmindedly traced the polished surface of the table, following the grain of the wood as if to anchor himself in the reality of the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Xiao returned with the strawberry smoothie. He approached the table with a faint hesitation in his step, then set the glass before Aether. The top was crowned with whipped cream, the chocolate drizzle forming elegant patterns across the surface. Xiao then took a seat opposite Aether, settling onto the chair with a certain stiffness. At first, he carefully avoided Aether’s gaze, choosing instead to fix his eyes on the glass he had just placed.

Touched by the gesture, Aether offered a small, grateful smile. He took a sip of the smoothie, savoring the sweet softness of the strawberry mingled with the bitterness of the chocolate. This simple act—so ordinary—felt deeply meaningful in that instant. Finally, Xiao lifted his eyes, and their gazes met once more. In the silence, they shared a world of unspoken feelings, a connection that transcended words.

Minutes passed slowly, each second stretching into the eternity of their silent exchange. Aether noticed the small scars on Xiao’s hands, marks of a hard life he had always tried to conceal. Xiao, in turn, studied Aether’s features, noting the fatigue in his eyes, the tension in his jaw. They were mirrors of their shared past, each bearing the wounds inflicted by time and circumstance.

The atmosphere in the Starbucks remained peaceful, the low murmur of other patrons’ conversations forming a soothing backdrop. Behind the counter, the baristas carried on with their work, their movements mechanical with habit. Yet for Aether and Xiao, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, giving way to a shared moment of intimacy—a quiet space where, if only for a brief instant, they could forget their pain and simply exist together.

“I’ve never understood how you can enjoy something that sweet,” Xiao chuckled softly, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand.

“It’s not that sweet, you’re exaggerating,” Aether replied, rolling his eyes before letting out a small laugh of his own. “Besides, you only tasted it once.”

“I don’t even remember.”

“Then maybe you should try again?”

Aether extended the smoothie toward Xiao, a faintly mischievous smile playing on his lips. Xiao, clearly hesitant, paused for a moment before taking the glass, his fingers brushing against Aether’s in a fleeting touch charged with quiet electricity. He knew full well that Xiao didn’t like overly sweet things. And yet, he offered it anyway—perhaps out of a bittersweet sense of nostalgia, or simply to create a shared moment, however small it might be.

Xiao brought the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip, drinking from the same straw Aether had used. His face tightened into a brief, involuntary grimace at the overwhelming sweetness of the drink. It was a stark contrast to his palate, accustomed to more neutral or bitter flavors. But the grimace faded quickly, replaced by an expression of gentle resignation—almost one of peace.

Perhaps, just as Aether sought the taste of Xiao’s lips in the smoke of a cigarette, Xiao now found in that cloying sweetness a memory of their past kisses, of the warmth and affection they once shared, wrapped in the soft tenderness of days long gone.

Aether watched Xiao closely, noting every micro-expression on his face. He knew that the strawberry and chocolate flavor wasn’t truly to Xiao’s taste, but he appreciated the gesture—the effort made to share this moment with him. In the quiet of the Starbucks, with the soft background melody and the hushed conversations of other patrons, this small exchange felt suspended in time, like an echo of their past resurfacing in the present.

The connection between them was palpable, an invisible thread still binding them despite the wounds and misunderstandings that had built up over the years. The scars on their souls might have been permanent, but they didn’t define them completely. Fragments of their former closeness, of the intimacy they had once shared, lingered still, refusing to fade away entirely.

Xiao eventually set the glass back down on the table, his eyes seeking Aether’s with a silent intensity. In that gaze, Aether could read a multitude of emotions—gratitude, melancholy, and the faintest flicker of hope. It was as if this simple act of sharing an overly sweet drink symbolized something far greater: a tentative reaching out, an attempt to rediscover the thread that had once woven them so tightly together.

Time seemed to slow around them, each second stretching into a peaceful eternity. The café’s warm light bathed their table, creating a bubble of quiet and comfort amid the day’s usual commotion. Aether and Xiao, seated across from one another, shared that moment with a silent intensity, savoring the rare renewal of connection—even if only for a fleeting instant.

“It’s still way too sweet,” Xiao finally said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

The two boys laughed softly, glancing at each other with a warmth that had not quite faded.

“By the way, you were supposed to tell me where your basketball game is,” Aether said, taking a few more sips of his drink. “Wouldn’t want to get lost on the way.”

“Right, right.” The dark-haired boy pulled a sheet from his notepad and scribbled down the details. “You should be able to find it easily—it’s right next to your old university.”

“That’s not far from my place at all.” Aether took the paper and glanced over the notes before slipping it into his pocket. “I’ll be on time, I promise.”

“The seating’s open, so you can sit wherever you want.”

“I’m really looking forward to it. It’s been a while since I last saw you play.”

The two boys remained seated together for over ten minutes, exchanging words about everything and nothing. They spoke of trivial matters, shared memories, and everyday anecdotes. Their eyes met often, each prolonged gaze adding a deeper layer to their conversation. Aether let himself be carried away by the lightness of the moment, momentarily forgetting the distance that still separated them, the cigarettes in his pocket, and the tense situation with Mushiko.

Time seemed to stretch, every second becoming a gentle, soothing eternity. Xiao, despite his usual reserve, appeared more open, more present, and Aether savored each smile, each quiet laugh he managed to draw from him. The memories of their time together drifted around them, creating an atmosphere laced with nostalgia and tenderness.

Eventually, duty called Xiao back. He stood up reluctantly, casting one last glance—full of regret and sweetness—toward Aether before returning behind the counter. Aether remained seated a moment longer, watching Xiao walk away, a soft emptiness slowly creeping into his chest. He finally got up, leaving a generous tip on the table before stepping out of the Starbucks.

Outside, the cold air hit him, dragging him abruptly back into reality. The snow crunched beneath his feet as he moved away from the café, his thoughts spinning around Xiao. It was only then that he realized he had completely forgotten the reason he’d come in the first place. A wave of frustration, tinged with regret, washed over him. He had been so absorbed in Xiao’s presence—in the rarity and beauty of their time together—that his worries had faded into the background.

Aether sighed and pulled another cigarette from his pack. He lit it with familiar movements, his gaze drifting into the distance. Smoke rose in lazy spirals into the frigid air, blending with the softly falling snowflakes. He felt torn between the fragile joy of this reunion and the harsh reality of their respective lives.

Xiao’s face, his expressions, the sound of his quiet laughter still echoed in Aether’s mind. He thought of the silent connection they had shared, of that deep bond that seemed to survive in spite of everything. And yet, he knew these moments were fleeting—enchanted parentheses in a far more complicated reality.

Aether walked slowly, savoring his cigarette as he tried to figure out what to do next. He needed to find a way to help Xiao—something that wouldn’t make things worse. But for now, all he could do was cherish the moment they had just shared, holding it close like something precious and fragile.

The snow continued to fall, wrapping the city in a winter stillness, as Aether moved forward—lost in thought, caught between emotions he couldn’t quite name.

Chapter Text

On Saturday evening, around six-thirty, Aether was preparing meticulously to attend Xiao’s basketball game. Unlike his usual weekday appearance, he had taken special care with his outfit, revealing a subtle but deliberate attentiveness to how he looked. His blond hair, usually tied back or styled carelessly, was left loose this time, falling in soft waves at the ends and adding a touch of grace to his silhouette. His face seemed brighter, lit by a quiet energy, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nerves. A discreet but sincere smile lingered on his lips.

He wore a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his slender wrists. The collar, left slightly open, exposed the faint line of his collarbone, lending a subtle sensuality to his ensemble. A pair of wide-legged blue trousers completed the outfit—comfortable yet refined, enhancing his long, graceful frame. The fabric folded and swayed gently with his every movement, creating an impression that was both relaxed and carefully put together.

Behind him, his cat sat perched on a piece of furniture, quietly observing its owner’s every motion. Its feline eyes followed Aether’s fingers as he adjusted his hair and buttoned up his shirt. Silent and motionless, the cat seemed to grasp the significance of this evening for Aether, its gaze fixated with an intensity that bordered on understanding.

Aether gave his collar one final adjustment, glancing into the mirror to make sure everything was just right. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast delicate shadows across the room, amplifying the calm, almost sacred quiet of the moment. Every detail seemed to matter; each gesture was deliberate, a reflection of the care he was devoting to this particular night.

He paused to take a deep breath, feeling a wave of anticipation and faint anxiety rise within him. This match wasn’t just a sports event—it was a chance to see Xiao in a different light, to cheer him on, to be present. The thought brought a tender smile to his face, and a warm fullness spread quietly through his chest.

Finally ready, Aether straightened up, casting a final glance at his cat, who blinked slowly in approval. He gently stroked the animal’s head.

“Do you think I went overboard for a simple basketball game?” he asked, running his fingers softly behind the cat’s ears.

The cat only purred in response, rubbing against his leg.

“Well, you love me no matter how I dress.” The blond boy chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the top of the cat’s head. “As long as I feed you, that’s all that matters to you anyway…”

Aether gave his cat one last cuddle, holding it gently against him as he savored the quiet moment. The warmth of the feline’s fur against his cheek brought a familiar comfort. Then, after a final quick kiss to the top of its head, he straightened up and walked over to the dresser. He carefully picked up his favorite bottle of perfume and sprayed a light mist on his neck, appreciating the fresh, woody scent that lingered in the air.

He then slipped on his long black coat, the thick, soft fabric gliding over his shoulders. He adjusted the collar, taking one last look in the mirror to ensure everything was just right. His black boots, polished to a subtle shine, completed the outfit perfectly, adding the final touch to his refined and composed appearance.

Before leaving, Aether waved at his cat, who watched him placidly from its perch. A brief smile lit up his face as he opened the door and stepped into the cool night. The street was quiet, lit by streetlamps whose yellow glow cast dancing shadows across the snow-dusted sidewalks.

Walking with purposeful steps, Aether tried to recall the way to the gym near his old university. It had been a year since he left that place, and memories of the campus came back in soft, nostalgic waves. He remembered evenings spent studying in the library, lively conversations with friends beneath the trees, and the countless hours he’d spent wandering from one building to another, lost in thought.

The gymnasium—with its red brick walls and imposing roof—was a place where he had attended many games, often to support his friends. He remembered the cheers from the stands, the smell of popcorn and coffee, and the buzzing energy that filled the air. Tonight, he felt that same anticipation again, though tinged with a gentler kind of nervousness. Seeing Xiao play, feeling the tension of the game, maybe catching his gaze in the crowd… it all gave him a shiver.

The streets around the university were familiar, though some details had changed with time. New shops had taken the place of old ones, and a few buildings looked freshly renovated. Still, the path to the gym remained etched in his memory. He crossed the park where he had often studied, passed the cafeteria where he had shared meals with classmates, and finally, the gym’s entrance came into view in the distance, glowing under the floodlights.

As he drew closer, the sound of lively conversations and laughter reached his ears, mixed with the muffled beat of music coming from inside. Aether took a deep breath, feeling his heart thudding more insistently in his chest. He was ready for this evening—ready to see Xiao play, and perhaps, to rekindle a bond he had once thought lost.

Pushing open the gymnasium door, he stepped into the warm bustle of the event, where memories and anticipation blended into a swirling storm of emotion.

Aether entered the noisy gym and was immediately struck by the palpable energy in the air. The bleachers were already filled with spectators, most dressed casually, some wearing scarves or caps in the colors of their favorite team. Laughter, spirited conversations, and excited shouts merged into a vibrant, indistinct buzz.

His eyes swept the room, searching for the players, but he couldn’t see them. Only a few glimpses of blue and white—the colors of the teams’ uniforms—flashed briefly down the corridors leading to the locker rooms. As he wove his way through the dense crowd, he crossed paths with one of the players in a bright blue uniform. The young man shot him a quick smile before dashing off toward the far side of the gym, likely headed to get ready for the game.

Aether realized he didn’t even know which team Xiao played for. The thought made him hesitate, a faint pang of uncertainty flickering through his chest. Still, he pressed on, weaving carefully through the throng until he reached the bleachers, the polished floor of the gym echoing softly beneath his steps. His gaze scanned the packed rows in search of an empty seat.

Eventually, he spotted a free spot in the middle of the bleachers—an unexpected oasis of quiet with no one immediately beside it. He climbed up and settled in, folding his coat neatly and placing it beside him. The clear view of the court offered a small comfort, and he allowed himself a moment to relax.

Seated at last, Aether let his eyes wander across the crowd around him. Families, groups of friends, university students—all caught up in their own conversations, their excitement unmistakable. He found himself observing the details of it all—the vivid colors of scarves and flags, children laughing and darting between rows, couples exchanging quiet, affectionate glances.

The hum of the crowd brought him a strange mix of familiarity and nostalgia. He remembered nights spent here cheering on friends, feeling that same collective anticipation. But tonight was different. He was here for Xiao—to watch him play, and perhaps, to reclaim a fragment of what they had once shared.

Aether ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back absentmindedly. The subtle scent of his aftershave reached his senses, bringing a fleeting moment of comfort amidst the surrounding noise. He allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment, focusing on the sounds around him—cheers of excitement, scattered applause, animated conversations. It was a kind of organized chaos, a blend of energy and routine, and he let himself drift in it.

When he opened his eyes again, the anticipation of the match returned with full force. His gaze drifted once more toward the corridors leading to the locker rooms, hoping for a glimpse of Xiao before the game began. The memory of Xiao’s face, his focused expression and intense determination on the court, made Aether’s heart beat a little faster.

He wondered how Xiao was feeling right now—nervous or confident, composed or restless. Was he thinking about him? That uncertainty brought an added weight to his wait, a bittersweet tension that had always been part of what he felt for Xiao.

He knew that, whatever the outcome of the game or the answers tonight might bring, he was here for a reason. And that reason—however complex, however painful—was enough to keep him in his seat, watching, waiting, hoping.

“Good evening, everyone!” called a man’s voice over the loudspeaker. “Welcome tonight for a friendly match between Team Liyue and Team Fontaine! The game will begin in five minutes!”

Aether finally saw the players entering the court, their dynamic silhouettes standing out vividly under the gymnasium’s bright lights. The green uniforms of Team Liyue shimmered under the artificial glow, giving them an almost otherworldly presence. His heart raced as his eyes locked onto Xiao among them, wearing jersey number twenty-nine, boldly stitched across his chest. Each heartbeat thudded like a drum, amplified by the rising tide of anticipation and emotion.

Xiao, with his focused posture and piercing gaze, stood out even among his teammates. His presence—quiet yet commanding—naturally drew the eye. Aether watched as he scanned the bleachers, a flicker of hope lighting up his dark eyes. Xiao was searching for something—or someone.

And when his gaze finally landed on Aether, it stopped—sharp, still, unwavering. In that instant, the world seemed to pause around them.

Their eyes locked, forming an invisible yet undeniable bridge between them. The anticipation in Xiao’s gaze shifted into a flicker of recognition and quiet relief. Aether could almost feel the electricity crackling in the space between them, a silent but profound connection that cut through the distance. Xiao offered a small smile—an expression of both gratitude and resolve—before turning his attention back to the game ahead.

A wave of warmth and emotion surged through Aether, washing over every part of him. Seeing Xiao in his element, poised to give everything on the court, filled him with a quiet yet tangible pride. The sounds of the gym—the shouting crowd, the echo of bouncing balls, the squeak of sneakers—faded into the background as he focused entirely on Xiao, absorbing every detail of this fleeting, precious moment.

The other players continued their warm-ups, executing rapid dribbles and precise shots. The team’s collective energy blended with the charged atmosphere of the gymnasium, creating an almost electric ambiance. But for Aether, there was only Xiao—his lean, graceful frame, his fluid, controlled movements. Every gesture bore the mark of fierce focus and relentless determination, a mirror of the strength he carried within.

As he watched Xiao slip seamlessly into the team’s rhythm, Aether found himself drifting back through memories—their shared glances, the smiles passed between them, the quiet moments that had woven the fabric of something fragile yet enduring. He realized how invaluable those fragments were, how much they had shaped this unique bond between them. Simply being here, supporting Xiao, was a source of both comfort and strength for him.

The match was about to begin, and the crowd’s excitement grew louder with each passing second. The bleachers filled to capacity, cheers and chants rising like a tide. But amidst the swelling chaos, Aether remained still, grounded by Xiao’s presence. He knew this evening would be special—not just for Team Liyue, but for the two of them as well.

"Number ten and twenty-nine, defense!" their coach shouted, as Aether kept his gaze fixed on him. "Thirty and twelve, offense!"

The starting whistle echoed through the gym, and the game exploded into motion, plunging the space into a frenzy of movement and sound. Despite a slight limp that became noticeable with every pivot and sprint, Xiao moved with fierce determination. His dribbles were sharp, his passes carefully measured, and every action pulsed with an almost desperate urgency—as if he were playing for something more than just a win.

Aether, seated among the throng of spectators, watched every motion with keen intensity, his heart beating in sync with the raw rhythm of the game.

As the match progressed, the atmosphere grew increasingly electric. The cheers of the crowd, the supporters’ cries, all merged into a vibrant, thunderous din. Despite the evident pain in his leg, Xiao showed no sign of slowing down. He seemed to rise above it, every movement a testament to his resilience and fierce spirit. Aether could almost feel the tension radiating from him, that inner fire driving him to push past every limit.

Near the end of the game, Team Liyue needed one final spark to seal their victory. Xiao, his eyes blazing with determination, made a bold choice. He slipped between the opposing defenders, dribbling with surprising agility despite his limp, and prepared for a risky shot. He pushed off with his left leg—pain flashing across his face for a split second—but he ignored it. The ball left his fingers in a perfect arc, soaring above the defenders before slipping cleanly through the net with flawless precision.

The gym erupted in cheers. The crowd surged to its feet, applauding and shouting their elation. Xiao, however, had no time to bask in his triumph. As he landed, he lost balance and collapsed onto the floor. His coach rushed to him, torn between anger and worry, gesturing wildly as he scolded him. But Xiao looked up with a mix of defiance and exhaustion, his features etched with effort and pain.

Aether could no longer stay still. He shot to his feet, weaving through the roaring crowd to reach Xiao. His heart pounded violently, a cocktail of adrenaline and dread coursing through him. When he finally reached the edge of the court, he saw Xiao trying to rise, supported by his coach. Without hesitation, Aether rushed to help, ignoring the curious stares and whispers that followed him.

Xiao looked up at him, and despite the pain still visible in his expression, a faint smile tugged at his lips. Aether felt a wave of relief crash through him. Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, they spoke more than words ever could. Aether slipped an arm around Xiao’s waist to support him, and together, they made their way toward the bench, away from the chaos of the game.

The crowd continued to cheer, celebrating Liyue’s victory, but for Aether and Xiao, the world had shrunk to the quiet intensity of this moment shared between them. Aether could feel the weight of Xiao against him, the warmth of his body, and silently vowed never to let him face it all alone again. Despite the pain and exhaustion etched in his features, Xiao felt a strange sense of calm in Aether’s presence, as if nothing else mattered as long as he was there.

"You pushed too far again, Xiao," grumbled the old coach, crouching to examine his leg. "I’ve told you—if you keep this up, you’re going to damage it for good."

"Sorry…" Xiao muttered, then sighed. "I’ll be more careful next time."

"Alright. I’ll leave you with your friend." The coach rose and turned toward the team. "But if you want to keep your place on that court, don’t pull a stunt like that again."

"You should’ve been more careful," Aether said softly, guiding Xiao toward a bench. "I know how much you wanted to win, but your health comes first."

"I know." Xiao slipped an arm around the blond’s waist, holding him close. "Don’t worry too much. This isn’t the first time. I know what I’m doing."

"But still, you—"

"So, what did you think? Did I improve?"

"Yes, you've made a lot of progress since last time," Aether replied, finally sitting beside him. "Although, maybe I’ve just forgotten how you used to play a year ago and I’m only thinking it’s an improvement."

"Either way, it’s nice to hear that. Thanks." Xiao let out a quiet sigh, then grabbed an ice pack and pressed it against his leg. "Anyway, do you want to go somewhere after this?"

"You must be tired after the match," Aether replied with a smile. "You should head home and get some rest."

"I’m not tired." Xiao turned toward him, a slight exasperation in his voice. "Like I told you—I’m tough. Really."

"Alright. But take care of your leg first."

"Deal. I’ll go hit the showers. You should wait for me up by the bleachers."

Xiao walked away slowly, limping slightly, toward the locker rooms to reach the showers. Aether watched him disappear into the dim corridor before turning toward the bleachers himself. His footsteps echoed against the hard gym floor, the reverberations creating a strange melody of solitude. He climbed the steps and sat down on one of the rows, pulling out his phone to pass the time. Despite the notifications and messages scrolling on the screen, his thoughts remained fixed on the evening ahead with Xiao.

His heart beat with a particular intensity, each pulse resonating like a drum inside his chest. The excitement mingled with anxiety formed an inner storm he struggled to control. He kept replaying moments from the game, the exchanged glances, Xiao’s determination despite the obvious pain. Aether felt swept away by a wave of conflicting emotions, swinging between the joy of sharing those moments and the fear of what the future might hold.

Around him, the gym gradually emptied. The players left, exchanging bursts of laughter and friendly pats on the back. The spectators, still exhilarated by the adrenaline of the match, dispersed in small groups, animatedly discussing the highlights. Aether watched this dance of departures with a certain detachment, his mind completely absorbed by waiting for Xiao.

The faint sound of water from the showers murmured softly in the background, a constant whisper in the silence settling little by little. Lost in thought, Aether remembered the times he had come here as a student, memories of a time when everything seemed simpler. Nostalgia swept through him briefly, but the reality of the present moment, marked by the imminence of meeting Xiao, quickly took over.

As he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, a notification caught his eye. It was a message from Keqing, worried about the situation with Mushiko. Aether replied swiftly, reassuring his friend with a few carefully chosen words. This brief interruption brought him back to the reality of recent events, reminding him of the complexity of the life he now led. Yet the thought of spending the evening with Xiao lightened those dark thoughts, offering him an island of serenity in a turbulent sea.

The flow of people leaving the gym slowed gradually until almost no one remained. The last conversations died out, and silence—heavy and full of promise—once again wrapped the space. Aether lifted his eyes from his phone and looked toward the locker rooms, his heart still pounding wildly. The wait was becoming almost unbearable, each minute stretching into an eternity.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps caught his attention. Xiao appeared at the entrance of the locker rooms, his hair still damp. His face was relaxed, features softened by the restorative shower. He wore casual clothes that contrasted with his game uniform, highlighting his natural, tranquil presence.

Their eyes met once again, and Aether felt a wave of warmth flood him, dispelling all his worries.

He stood up, letting his phone slip back into his pocket, and walked toward Xiao with a smile. The evening promised much, and despite the lingering uncertainties, Aether felt ready to face whatever might come—as long as he had Xiao by his side. The gymnasium doors closed behind them, but a new chapter of their story was about to begin.

“I’m hungry. Want to grab a pizza?” Xiao asked as they walked together toward the exit. “Or maybe something greasier.”

“I’m definitely up for a pizza,” Aether replied cheerfully, closing his coat against the chill of the night. “And I bet you’re going for a four-cheese.”

“And you, a pepperoni pizza.”

“Well, nothing beats pepperoni.”

They walked side by side, their steps perfectly in sync despite the thin barrier of distance each carefully maintained. The night was crisp, the air scented with faint hints of damp earth and fallen leaves, creating a soothing atmosphere around them. Streetlights cast golden halos along the sidewalk, tracing long shadows of their figures. Aether, hands buried deep in the pockets of his black coat, stole glances at Xiao now and then, searching for clues in his expressions, his gestures—trying to understand what he himself dared not voice aloud.

Their shoulders brushed occasionally, sending electric shivers down Aether’s spine. Each contact, however slight, echoed within him like a silent promise, an opening toward something deeper, more meaningful. He wanted to draw closer, to feel Xiao’s comforting warmth beside him—but a stubborn hesitation held him back, the same hesitation born from doubt and the uncertainty of shared feelings.

The streets were nearly deserted, a few scattered passersby quickening their pace to escape the biting cold. The pizzeria was close now, and Aether found himself wishing the path would never end—that he could stretch out this quiet moment of companionship indefinitely, far from the day’s upheavals. The city’s bright lights danced around them, creating a shifting backdrop where every detail seemed to amplify the intimacy of their nighttime walk.

Aether’s mind wandered to their relationship—what it was, and what it might become.

Could he now consider Xiao a friend?

The question spun around in his thoughts, colliding with his own desires and fears. Memories of their exchanges, those stolen moments when time seemed to freeze, flooded his mind, painting a picture rich with emotion and hope. He recalled their knowing looks, exchanged smiles, and that indefinable sense of connection that kept growing between them.

Xiao walked beside him, his face illuminated by the streetlights, revealing a calm, almost peaceful expression. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, perhaps pondering the same question that haunted Aether. Their silence was not heavy but filled with unspoken words, buried feelings waiting for the right moment to surface. Aether hoped that this evening might be the chance to clarify those feelings, to give their relationship a direction.

At last, the pizzeria appeared at the corner of the street, its red and green neon lights cutting through the surrounding darkness. Aether felt a pang of regret realizing their walk was coming to an end, but he was also filled with a nervous anticipation. They were about to share a meal—a moment more in which he might catch a glimpse of an answer to his questions. As they approached the entrance, Aether took a deep breath, ready to face the uncertainties of the evening with renewed hope. The pizzeria doors opened before them, along with the endless possibilities of what their relationship might become.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Aether said, tapping on the touchscreen to place his order.

“Yeah, sure,” Xiao replied simply, before tapping the screen himself.

“Are we friends now?”

“Yeah, we’re friends…”

“That’s a relief,” the blond smiled warmly, turning to look at him. “Better than being strangers with memories, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” The dark-haired boy returned the smile, tinged with sadness, then moved to sit at one of the empty tables. “Honestly, I didn’t expect you to come back. I thought you were gone for good—especially since everyone said you were pretty determined when you left.”

“Fate works in mysterious ways, I guess.” He followed and sat opposite him, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “My old agency was in debt—they had no clients left. So my boss recommended me to Liyue so I wouldn’t be unemployed.”

“Was it hard finding a place to live?” Xiao asked, his attention fully on him.

“I figured the neighborhood I’m in now wasn’t in high demand since it’s a bit far from everything, and I was right. But I don’t complain—at least the rent isn’t too expensive.”

“It’s true, it’s a relatively quiet area, a bit far from the center.”

“And you—how long have you been working at Starbucks?” Aether leaned forward slightly. “Weren’t you working at a gym? You loved that, didn’t you?”

“I quit,” Xiao admitted, lowering his gaze to the table. “Mushiko was jealous, so I decided to find another job to avoid feeding his jealousy.”

“But you should have made him understand that your career comes first…” The blond bit his lower lip, thinking of all the times he’d helped Xiao find that job. “It took us a while to find that gym, and you really liked it. He should’ve taken a step back and realized you were happy.”

“I couldn’t help it. It was either that or he…”

They sat at a table by the window, the soft candlelight casting a warm, intimate glow around them. After a brief silence, Xiao seemed on the verge of saying something important. Aether, eyes locked onto Xiao’s, felt his heart quicken as if in anticipation of what was to come. He saw Xiao draw a deep breath, his lips parting slightly, ready to utter words heavy with meaning.

But before Xiao could speak, the waiter arrived with their pizzas, interrupting the moment with an almost cruel timing. The steaming plates were set before them, the heat and aromas instantly filling the space. Aether glanced at the waiter, mildly irritated by the interruption, yet couldn’t help but offer a polite smile of thanks. Xiao, meanwhile, appeared to regain his composure, his expression closing off somewhat as if burying once again whatever he had meant to say.

The pizzas were generously topped, the vivid colors of the ingredients contrasting with the stark whiteness of the plates. Aether stared at his pizza for a moment before raising his eyes to Xiao, hoping to recapture that suspended moment. But Xiao had lowered his gaze to his own plate, absentmindedly cutting a slice. The magic of the earlier silence had evaporated, replaced by the tangible reality of their meal.

Trying to revive the atmosphere, Aether took a bite of his pizza. The rich, complex flavors burst across his tongue, yet his mind remained partly elsewhere, focused on Xiao and the confession left unspoken. Each forkful, every gesture felt weighted with that invisible tension, with the conversation left hanging. He watched Xiao across the table, his movements methodical and almost mechanical, betraying an underlying nervousness.

The air between them hung heavy with unspoken words, those thoughts lingering at the edge of their consciousness yet never materializing. Aether sensed something important was at stake, but he didn’t know how to broach the subject without seeming pushy. So he contented himself with eating quietly, hoping the opportunity would arise naturally. The ambient sounds of the pizzeria—the clinking of cutlery, murmurs of other diners, the soft background music—formed a soundscape that seemed only to amplify their silence.

As he chewed slowly, his thoughts kept returning to that missed confession. What had Xiao meant to say? Was it something personal, something meaningful for their relationship? Aether felt torn between curiosity and fear, between the desire to know and the dread of hearing something he wasn’t ready for.

Xiao, for his part, seemed equally lost in thought. He ate slowly, taking small bites, his eyes lifting occasionally to meet Aether’s before quickly looking away. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a palpable hesitation that betrayed his inner turmoil.

The meal continued in that strange atmosphere, the two young men navigating between the flavors of their pizzas and the turmoil in their minds. Aether secretly hoped that, despite the interruption, the right moment would come again, that Xiao would find the courage to finish what he had started to say. For now, they shared this meal, each bite strengthening their silent and complex bond.

“Anyway, want a bite?” Aether offered, trying to ease the tension.

“Yeah, and in exchange, I’ll give you a bite of mine,” Xiao replied, before smiling shyly.

Feeling suddenly bold, Aether gently took a piece of his pizza and held it up to Xiao’s mouth. The gesture, both intimate and teasing, caught Xiao off guard, and he lifted his eyes to Aether, a timid smile forming on his lips. He hesitated for a moment, then, with a soft tenderness, leaned forward to take the offered bite. His lips closed around the slice as he chewed, never breaking eye contact with Aether.

Aether’s heart beat faster, a gentle warmth flooding through him. He watched Xiao chew, a sly but affectionate smile spreading across his own lips. Xiao swallowed, then with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, mirrored Aether’s gesture. He cut a piece from his own pizza and, deliberately slow, held it out to Aether.

A blush immediately rose to Aether’s cheeks. He felt the heat spread across his face, sharply contrasting with the paleness of his features. His embarrassment was palpable, but he couldn’t look away. He leaned forward slightly, his lips brushing the piece of pizza Xiao held out. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring not only the taste but also the intimacy of the moment. Then, he took the bite, his cheeks still faintly flushed.

They exchanged amused glances, their smiles lighting up in the soft glow of the pizzeria. This little game had transformed the tense atmosphere into something light and conspiratorial. The other patrons around them seemed to vanish, leaving them in a world of their own, a universe where every gesture, every smile, carried a special meaning.

Aether felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. These simple moments, these silent yet profound exchanges, were what he cherished most. Xiao, despite his apparent reserve, shared these instants with a disarming sincerity. Aether’s eyes sparkled with joy and affection, each of Xiao’s smiles reinforcing the fragile but precious connection between them.

The gestures followed one another, each feeding off the fragile intimacy blossoming between them. They laughed softly, pure bursts of happiness slipping from their lips. Food became a mere pretext, a way to express without words what they felt inside. The looks they exchanged spoke far more than any sentence ever could.

Aether watched every expression on Xiao’s face, every subtle shift in his eyes. He saw embarrassment mingled with joy, shyness masked by the courage behind these tender acts. Xiao, usually so reserved, let himself go, sharing these moments with a touching sincerity.

They continued like this, feeding off one another, their movements growing ever more natural, more fluid. Aether felt his heart warm, a glimmer of hope rising within him. Perhaps, he thought, tonight marked the beginning of something new, something deeper between them. The pizzas, their little private stage, all seemed to foreshadow a future where silence would be replaced by understanding, where every gesture, every smile, would be a promise of a better tomorrow.

At last, full and content, they smiled at each other, the bond between them shining bright in every glance. Their hearts beat in unison, and the air around them thrummed with a gentle, soothing energy. In that shared moment of happiness, Aether let himself embrace hope, feeling that maybe, just maybe, anything was possible.

“Speaking of Mushiko, I have to tell you something,” Aether said suddenly, wiping his hands. “My colleagues and I are going to take back the apartment. So, I wanted to know if you knew where you’d go after the keys are handed over…”

“Why do you want to take back the apartment?” Xiao asked, clearly confused.

“He came by the agency yesterday and threatened us. Keqing lost her temper and said she’d take back the apartment.”

“Why did he threaten you?”

“He accused us of filing a complaint against him and said it was our fault the police were hanging around his place,” the blond admitted, biting his lower lip. “After that, you know, Xiao, we noticed you were often hurt and sad, so…”

“Aether, stop right there,” the dark-haired man interrupted, leaning toward him. “Are you saying you really filed a domestic violence complaint against him?”

“Yes, I admit it.” He nervously played with his fingers. “We’re not fools, Xiao. We had all the proof in front of us. We couldn’t just stand by. You should tell me too — it would make things easier.”

“Mushiko doesn’t hit me,” Xiao said coldly, avoiding his gaze. “He never... raised a hand to me.”

“If you want to deny it, that’s fine. But we will take back the apartment.” Aether stood up from his chair. “I suggest you go live with your father. I don’t want you homeless when there are plenty of people who can take you in.”

“Wait...” Xiao rose as well and grabbed his arm. “I can’t go back to my father. If you take the apartment, I’ll have nowhere to go.”

Aether remained silent.

“Please, don’t take back the apartment,” the dark-haired man insisted, holding him a little tighter. “It’s all I have left. You’re not going to do this to me, are you?”

“It’s not a place that’s safe for you.” The blond turned to him and placed his hand over Xiao’s. “I’m not telling you to break up with Mushiko — far from it. If you love him, that’s your choice. But this is my job. As a real estate agent and a witness to domestic violence, it’s my duty to make sure you’re safe.”

“Aether, if you still care about me — even just a little... If you still care about me, please let me stay in that apartment.”

“I do care about you, Xiao. And that’s why I’m taking back the apartment.”

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“I'm sorry, Mr. Viator,” said the inspector, fingers tapping steadily on his keyboard. “We were unable to proceed with your complaint.”

“But the evidence was all there!” Aether exclaimed, his voice rising and drawing glances from across the room. “We brought everything — nothing was missing. We even had official reports from professionals!”

“The issue is that you’re reclaiming the apartment tonight.” The man didn’t even look up from his screen. “Your evidence was largely based on the atmosphere of the place. In three days of surveillance, Mr. Dokan didn’t lay a hand on his partner. Therefore, we no longer have grounds to continue the investigation.”

“Sir, you can’t stop here.” Panic creeping into his voice, Aether placed both hands on the edge of the desk. “That man — Xiao Rex Lapis — he’s my former fiancé. He’s never limped in his life, never been covered in bruises. Now he’s scratched up from head to toe. That has to be enough.”

“I understand your concern. Unfortunately, protocol dictates that we can no longer intervene.”

“He is being abused, I’m sure of it… Please — you have to continue the investigation.”

“Don’t let your emotions get the better of you, Mr. Viator.”

Aether left the police station with eyes brimming with tears. The officers had refused to take the complaint further, insisting that Mushiko had kept a low profile for the past three days. The authorities’ refusal left Aether desperate, sick with dread. His hands trembled as he fumbled a cigarette from his pack, seeking some fleeting comfort in the nicotine. He struck a match with unsteady fingers, struggling to bring it to the tip. The first drag brought a brief, bitter relief — but his heart still pounded wildly in his chest.

He walked, almost on autopilot, his steps carrying him forward without direction. His thoughts circled endlessly around Xiao, around the danger Mushiko posed. Each footfall echoed in his mind like a hammer blow, amplifying his fears. Snow crunched beneath his boots, a cold, delicate sound that only deepened the melancholy hanging in the air. He felt the sting of winter on his cheeks, but it was distant — a pale ache compared to the searing worry that consumed him.

He remembered the moments he had shared with Xiao — the shy smiles, the glances that lingered, the laughter that came so rarely but so purely. Each memory was a blade driven deeper into his chest, each image a quiet form of torture. He feared for Xiao, feared what Mushiko might do when no one was watching.

The cigarette burned quickly between his fingers, each inhale pulling a little more calm out of him. His breath emerged in shallow, trembling puffs of steam, small clouds dissolving into the freezing air — fragile echoes of the storm raging inside him.

His hands were still trembling, making the simple act of lifting the cigarette to his lips feel clumsy, almost futile. Silent tears traced paths down Aether’s cheeks, their warmth a cruel contrast to the biting winter air. He wiped them away with a brusque gesture, but more welled up instantly, betraying the depth of his despair. He had done everything he could to protect Xiao, had gone to the authorities, brought evidence, pleaded—and now he stood powerless, abandoned by the very people meant to shield them.

Instinct guided his steps toward the Starbucks, a familiar haven in the chaos that now clouded his mind. Each footfall was leaden, each motion saturated with fear and gnawing uncertainty. The cigarette, now dwindling to ash, had done little to quiet his racing thoughts. He flicked it to the ground and crushed it under his heel before retrieving another. The ritual—the click of the lighter, the first drag—offered him a thin illusion of control, a fragile semblance of comfort in the midst of turmoil.

He kept repeating to himself that everything would be all right, that Xiao would be safe. But reality offered no such promises. Mushiko was still out there, still a threat. Aether had to find a way to keep him safe, to ensure no harm would come to him. That thought, that urgent need to protect the one he loved, lent him the strength to keep walking forward—despite the fear, despite the anguish that gnawed at his soul.

With the second cigarette lit between his fingers, Aether drifted toward a small park not far from the police station. Each breath of smoke calmed him, if only faintly, dulling the sharp edges of his thoughts. The park was nearly deserted, wrapped in the hushed stillness of winter. Bare trees cast strange shadows beneath the glow of the streetlamps, and the snow beneath his boots gave a muffled crunch with every step.

He found a bench near an old statue and sank down onto it, letting the weight of his grief settle over him. The cigarette smoke curled in slow spirals into the night air, vanishing quickly in the cold. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone, his fingers still unsteady as he dialed Keqing’s number. The press of the device against his ear grounded him, a faint tether to something solid in the chaos.

Time stretched thin while the phone rang, each tone feeling longer than the last. Aether closed his eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm, anchoring himself in that waiting. Hope and despair churned in him with equal force, tightening his chest. At last, Keqing’s voice came through the receiver, warm and familiar.

The wind whistled around him, biting through even the thick fabric of his coat. In a low, strained voice, Aether explained everything—his visit to the police station, the dismissal, the evidence ignored. Each word scraped his throat like glass, a painful reminder of how helpless they were in the face of Mushiko’s looming presence. He felt fury and sorrow in equal measure, a deep frustration at being unheard. And yet, the sound of Keqing’s voice, even through a phone line, was a balm—brief, fleeting, but precious.

The park remained still, uncaring. A few scattered passersby moved through, oblivious to the storm inside him. Life went on, indifferent and unyielding. Aether took one final drag of his cigarette, then stubbed it out beneath his heel. He exhaled slowly, his breath fogging in the frigid air, and felt the weight of worry pressing harder against his ribs, refusing to lift.

"That’s why we shouldn’t take the apartment back, Keqing," Aether murmured, running a trembling hand across his face. "Maybe if we leave it to them, the police will keep watching."

"I understand," Keqing replied with a heavy sigh. "The issue is that we threatened him quite firmly. Won’t that hurt our honor and reputation?"

"Well, tell me—what’s worse?" the blond asked, a faint, sorrowful smile playing on his lips. "Losing a bit of pride, or losing a human being?"

"Aether, why are you so concerned about this man?" the woman with violet hair suddenly asked.

"What if I told you he’s my ex-fiancé?" he answered with a weak chuckle, repositioning the phone near his ear. "Anyway, I don’t hate him. I just want to get him out of this."

"I see. There’s emotional attachment," she said, the sound of her footsteps echoing faintly through the line. "In any case, don’t worry. I’ll send a message to Mr. Dokan to let him know we’re not reclaiming the apartment."

"Thank you, Keqing."

"I’ll do everything I can to help you save your ex-fiancé from his abuser."

"Actually, I have a question for you." Aether scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Xiao still seems attached to Mr. Dokan. Can a victim of domestic violence love their abuser?"

"I don’t know—I’m no expert in the matter," Keqing replied, her voice accompanied now by the sound of typing. "But earlier you mentioned he suddenly dyed his hair blond. Perhaps Mr. Dokan is trying to look like you, and your ex-fiancé sees in him a small part of who you are. I say 'small' because the resemblance ends there."

"I see… that could be it."

"Well, I believe I understand the gravity of the situation now. What remains is to convince your ex-fiancé to speak up."

Aether hung up after a moment of silence. With a sigh, he stood from the bench. The cold still bit at his skin, but he lit another cigarette, hoping the nicotine would still his raw nerves. He resumed walking toward his apartment, thoughts churning with unrelenting force. The streets bustled with life—children laughing and chasing one another through the snow, their joy echoing through the winter air. Christmas music drifted softly from the shops and windows, adding a warmth to the frozen world and a gentle reminder that the holidays were drawing near.

He walked slowly, absorbed in thought, the glow of festive lights casting flickers of gold and red across his path. Each step brought him closer to his building, but his mind remained entangled with worry—always circling back to Xiao, to the danger still looming. When he finally reached his apartment complex, he stopped short.

Hu Tao was sitting on the snow-dusted steps.

Bundled in a thick coat, her cheeks flushed from the cold, she looked perfectly calm—as if she had been waiting for him all along. There was no urgency in her posture, no panic in her eyes. Just that strange, quiet serenity she always carried.

Aether crushed his cigarette underfoot, scattering its ashes into the snow with a motion that felt almost desperate—like he could erase his anxiety with it. He stepped toward her, boots crunching softly in the fresh snow. He halted a few paces away, his gaze locked on her still form.

The cheerful chaos of children’s laughter filled the background, their snowball fights and joy a sharp contrast to the quiet dread knotting his chest. That dissonance, that clash between light and shadow, only deepened the unreality of it all.

Hu Tao looked up at him, a warm smile lighting her face despite the cold. At the sight of her, Aether felt a wave of relief wash over him—a familiar, comforting presence amid the chaos of his mind. He sat down beside her, the snow beneath him biting through his coat, yet there was a strange solace in that sensation, a grounding touch against the unreality of his thoughts.

Silence settled between them, broken only by the distant laughter of children and the faint strains of Christmas music drifting through the frozen air. Aether watched the snowflakes fall gently, each crystal catching the glow of the festive lights and scattering it like tiny stars. His breath formed soft clouds of mist before him, and he focused on their rhythm, trying to gather the fragments of his thoughts. Hu Tao remained quiet, sensing his need for calm, her presence a silent offer of support.

Aether closed his eyes for a moment, letting the cold anchor him to the present. He had to find a way to protect Xiao, to ensure no harm could reach him. The idea of returning to his apartment—of stepping into the warmth and safety of his own space—suddenly felt trivial, almost indulgent in the face of what lay ahead. But for now, here, with Hu Tao beside him, he allowed himself to breathe. To simply exist in a pause, a moment of peace before he would once again plunge into uncertainty and struggle.

The lights on the decorations blinked gently. Christmas songs continued to weave through the air, and Aether, despite everything, found a fragile thread of hope he could cling to. At last, he stood and extended a hand to Hu Tao, helping her to her feet. Together, they ascended the snow-covered steps, ready to face whatever came next—but for now, grateful simply not to be alone.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Aether asked, leaning down to brush a few strands of hair from her forehead.

"No," she replied with a smile, standing up and dusting off her coat. "Daddy dropped me off just ten minutes ago. I came to play with the cat! Oh—and to see you, of course."

"Is your father coming back to pick you up?"

"Yes. I told him to ring the bell so you could let him in."

Without a moment’s hesitation, Hu Tao wrapped her arms around Aether in a tight hug. Her embrace was warm, defying the sting of the winter air, and he couldn’t help but smile. A soft laugh escaped him as he gently pulled away. Side by side, they made their way toward the entrance of the building, their footsteps leaving a quiet trail of prints in the fresh snow behind them.

They climbed the stairs, each step echoing through the empty stairwell. Aether glanced at Hu Tao now and then, noting her determined expression and childlike curiosity. When they reached the top floor, they stopped in front of Aether’s apartment. He reached into his pocket for the keys, the metallic jingle piercing the silence, and unlocked the door. As soon as they stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment wrapped around them, a welcome contrast to the biting cold they had just left behind.

No sooner had she entered than Hu Tao began her search for the cat named Xiao. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she peered into every corner of the apartment. Aether, though still burdened by his thoughts, couldn’t help but smile at the little girl’s enthusiasm. He shut the door gently behind them, removing his long black coat and boots, damp with melting snow.

Aether’s apartment, modest yet cozy, exuded a quiet comfort. The soft lighting created a soothing atmosphere, while the Christmas decorations scattered throughout lent a festive charm. Hu Tao moved quickly but lightly, her footsteps nearly soundless on the wooden floor. She called out for the cat in a gentle, lilting voice that echoed softly through the quiet space.

“Xiao!” she called, her tone bright with excitement. “Xiao, where are you?”

Aether watched her from the entryway, a subtle warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of the girl so at ease in his home. He headed toward the kitchen to prepare something warm to drink, still keeping a watchful eye on her. Then, a faint meow broke the hush, coming from the direction of his bedroom. Hu Tao froze for a second, then made her way swiftly and silently toward the sound.

There, curled up on Aether’s bed, was Xiao the cat, his wide amber eyes studying the visitor with mild curiosity. Hu Tao approached slowly, extending a cautious hand toward him. Xiao hesitated for a breath, then rose and padded forward, sniffing her outstretched fingers. When he finally pressed his head into her palm, Hu Tao’s face lit up with a brilliant smile, her joy unmistakable.

Leaning against the bedroom doorway, Aether watched them, his heart softening. A wave of calm spread through him at the sight of Hu Tao and Xiao together, their connection forming naturally and without pretense. It was a quiet image of peace, a moment of ordinary life that stood in stark contrast to the turmoil that had filled his day. He inhaled deeply, allowing himself to breathe fully for the first time in hours.

Hu Tao, now seated on the bed with Xiao nestled in her arms, looked up at Aether with a radiant expression. He joined her, sitting gently on the edge of the bed, and reached out to stroke the cat’s soft fur. Xiao purred in response, the steady hum of his contentment vibrating beneath their fingertips. And for that brief, precious moment, the world outside—with all its tension, its cold, and its uncertainty—fell away, leaving only this: a shared silence, a sliver of serenity, and the comfort of not being alone.

“You seem very cheerful today,” Aether said, stroking his cat’s head as it nestled contentedly against him.

“Yes!” Hu Tao replied brightly, her gaze fixed on the cat. “Yesterday, big brother called us to check how we were doing. I was so happy—I told him I’d found you again and that I came to visit you!”

“Oh really? What did he say?”

“He said he wishes he could spend Christmas with us, but he can’t. I told him that if he came, I would invite you too!”

“Hu Tao…” Aether murmured, a trace of sadness in his voice. “I’m not part of your family anymore. You should invite Mushiko, not me.”

“I don’t care about Mushiko,” she pouted, crossing her arms. “To me, you’re still part of my family. Even Daddy and Childe say so.”

“Speaking of Christmas… what if I told you I had a gift for you?” Aether stood up from the bed, rummaging through the drawers where he thought he’d placed it. “It’s nothing big, but I thought you might like it.”

“You always give me the nicest gifts!” Hu Tao’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I’m already happy just knowing you thought of me!”

Aether then walked over to the small table where he had left the cat-shaped brochure—a modest little present he had prepared for her. He picked it up gently, taking a moment to admire the charming illustration, then turned back toward the girl. As he approached, he held out the brochure, their fingers brushing lightly as she took it. Hu Tao’s eyes lit up with joy as she saw what it was, a wide smile blooming across her face.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his cheek—a simple, innocent gesture, full of gratitude. The soft, fleeting contact sent a wave of warmth through Aether, a gentle contrast to the cool air of the apartment. A tender smile curved his lips as he watched her beam at the small gift.

Without a word, Aether turned and walked back to the bed, where Xiao the cat had settled comfortably. He scooped the animal into his arms, holding him close. Xiao offered no resistance, only a low, steady purr of contentment. The familiar softness of his fur beneath Aether’s fingers and the subtle weight of his body against Aether’s chest had a grounding effect, pushing back the heaviness that had haunted him earlier.

Meanwhile, Hu Tao had sat down cross-legged on the floor, carefully unfolding the brochure. Her small fingers flipped through the pages, her eyes wide with wonder. Aether glanced at her affectionately as he cuddled Xiao, grateful for the quietness and simplicity of the moment they were sharing.

The silence of the apartment was broken only by the cat’s gentle purring and the soft rustle of pages being turned. Aether allowed himself to drift in that calm, soaking in every second. The warmth of Xiao against his chest and the girl’s absorbed expression bathed the room in a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in days—one he needed more than he realized.

Hu Tao, engrossed in her reading, suddenly looked up at Aether with a knowing smile. She held up a particular page, one that featured a meticulously drawn cat, and presented it to him with pride. Aether nodded with a warm smile, sharing in her delight and quiet excitement.

They remained like that for a while, enveloped in a cocoon of stillness and simple happiness. The world beyond the apartment seemed to fade away, its noise and worries suspended, replaced by a tender and unspoken connection. Aether was aware—painfully, gratefully aware—of the fragility and beauty of such moments. They were rare, sacred interludes in a life often shaped by uncertainty and inner disquiet.

As the minutes drifted past, Aether felt an increasing sense of calm settling over him. The combined comfort of Xiao’s soft presence, Hu Tao’s radiant smiles, and the gentle warmth of the apartment offered a much-needed respite. He let himself sink into that shared happiness, drawing quiet strength from these small, tender gestures of affection and belonging.

“Thank you so much. I love this present,” Hu Tao said, her voice filled with genuine joy.

“You’re very welcome, Hu Tao.”

“I’ll have to make you a gift too…” she mumbled, already turning ideas over in her head. “It’ll have to be something amazing.”

“You really don’t have to get me anything,” Aether replied, feeling Xiao nudge against his stomach with a quiet purr.

“But I want to.” The little girl puffed out her cheeks in mock defiance. “Besides, I already planned to.”

The rest of the afternoon unfolded in a warm and comforting rhythm. Time slipped by in a soft harmony, unhurried and gentle. Hu Tao kept herself entertained by playing with Xiao, tossing little stuffed toys across the floor for him to chase with wild, joyous energy. Her laughter rang bright and clear through the apartment, adding a vibrant, living note to the muted, tender quiet of the room.

Meanwhile, Aether busied himself in the kitchen, preparing an elaborate afternoon snack. He arranged biscuits and fresh fruit on ceramic plates and poured steaming hot chocolate into cheerful, mismatched mugs. The sweet aroma of baked treats mingled with the dry, soothing heat radiating from the heaters, wrapping the space in a sensory blanket of comfort. He set the spread down on the low table in the living room and glanced over at Hu Tao, who was laughing uncontrollably as Xiao leapt into the air, paws swiping at a plush ball.

Later, the three of them settled onto the couch together—Hu Tao curled up against Aether, Xiao tucked on the other side, a ball of soft warmth and steady purring. Aether started an animated film, and soon the room was bathed in the flickering light of the screen. Vivid colours and cheerful characters danced across the walls, capturing Hu Tao’s attention completely. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her small hands occasionally clutching Aether’s sleeve as she pointed out details in the film. He, in turn, gently combed his fingers through her hair, cherishing the softness, the closeness—each small proof of their bond.

As the hours slipped by and the outside light began to fade, soft shadows painted themselves across the apartment’s walls. Aether felt the warmth of Hu Tao’s body pressed close to his, a sensation that deepened his instinct to protect her, to keep her safe in this fleeting peace. On the other side, Xiao had dozed off, his rhythmic purring adding another layer of calm to the domestic tableau. Aether breathed it all in—the stillness, the warmth, the fleeting joy—and held it close, as if imprinting it in his memory before the world could take it away.

As the film progressed, Hu Tao slowly drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming steady and deep. Aether, his eyes half-closed, was lost in thought, savoring the cocoon of stillness that seemed suspended outside of time. He watched her sleeping features, a gentle smile lingering on his lips, grateful for these moments of pure simplicity and shared warmth.

Eventually, the movie came to an end, and the apartment was enveloped in a soft twilight, broken only by the glow of streetlights beyond the windows. Aether quietly turned off the television, taking care not to disturb Hu Tao. He remained still for a long while, breathing in the absolute quiet, the child curled beside him and the gentle rhythm of Xiao’s purring nearby. These rare pockets of peace brought much-needed relief from a life often shaped by worry and restlessness—a gift he held close to his heart.

Suddenly, a sharp sound shattered the stillness. The intercom rang out through the apartment, pulling Aether from his reverie. He rose carefully from the couch, doing his best not to wake Hu Tao, and made his way to the receiver. Upon answering, he immediately recognized the deep, composed voice of Zhongli—Hu Tao’s father—who had come to take her home.

“Good evening, Aether,” said the man in his calm, deliberate tone. “I’ve come to pick up Hu Tao.”

“Yes, I’ll let you in right away.”

Aether pressed the button to unlock the front entrance, then turned back toward the living room. His gaze settled on Hu Tao’s sleeping form, and a dull ache tugged at his chest. He knew the gentle harmony of this afternoon was nearing its end. Stepping quietly toward the couch, he stood beside the small girl and the cat, watching them with silent fondness. Xiao stirred, lifting his head briefly to meet Aether’s gaze with half-lidded eyes before curling back into sleep.

A few minutes later, a soft knock echoed from the door. Aether straightened and opened it to reveal Zhongli, clad in a dark coat and a scarf wrapped neatly around his neck. His face bore its usual composure, but there was a faint warmth in his expression. He stepped inside without a word, his eyes immediately seeking out his daughter sleeping peacefully on the couch. A quiet understanding flickered between the two men.

“It’s good to see you again, after all this time,” Zhongli said with a small smile, pulling Aether into a brief but sincere embrace. “Are you doing well? You look a little tired.”

“Yes, everything’s fine. Please don’t worry,” Aether replied with a nervous smile. “And you?”

“I’m doing well, thank you for asking.” The older man stepped back and gave a small cough. “When Hu Tao told me you had returned to the city, I wasn’t sure I believed her. But she was so genuinely happy to have found you again—I couldn’t bear to tell her she might be mistaken.”

“I’m glad to see her too. She’s very easy to be around,” Aether said softly as he closed the door behind them. “And it’s good to see you again, Zhongli.”

Zhongli moved slowly toward Hu Tao, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor. Aether watched him, a subtle apprehension in his chest. The older man knelt and gently lifted his daughter into his arms, cradling her with great care so as not to wake her. The little girl murmured something in her sleep, instinctively curling closer to the warmth of her father’s chest. Aether felt a quiet blend of relief and sadness stir within him, touched by the tenderness of the scene—the fragile beauty of a child held in arms that had never stopped waiting for her.

Aether took a deep breath, struggling to contain the surge of emotion rising within him. He studied Zhongli, whose presence naturally commanded respect and calm. The two men exchanged a silent look, a quiet understanding passing between them. Zhongli nodded slightly, gratitude shining in his eyes.

As Zhongli headed toward the door, Hu Tao still nestled against him, Aether followed them down the hallway. Their footsteps echoed softly, lending an almost solemn weight to this moment of parting.

“Wait, Zhongli,” Aether suddenly spoke, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “Is it true that...?”

“You want to know if I’ve kept in touch with Xiao?” Zhongli asked, watching Aether nod briefly. “To be honest, not really. Since he started seeing Mushiko, he’s been avoiding me completely.”

“What if I told you it was because of Mushiko himself?” The blond bit his lower lip and inhaled sharply. “Actually, I had to go to Mushiko and Xiao’s apartment for work. After a thorough look around, I concluded that Xiao is probably suffering from domestic violence.”

“Then maybe that’s why...” Zhongli murmured.

“I filed a complaint. I did everything I could to prevent it from happening again. But... the police refused to pursue the investigation.”

“Aether, it’s not your fault.” Zhongli tightened his hold on his daughter and placed his other hand gently on Aether’s shoulder. “If Xiao doesn’t want to speak about it himself, nothing will move forward. I want to help him too, but he has always rejected the hand we offered. All we can do is wait for him to come around on his own.”

“If we keep giving him space like that, he might never recover.” Aether’s voice cracked, thick with emotion. “I want to make him confess, scream at him that he’s being destroyed bit by bit, but I’m still afraid to reach out directly.”

“It’s already remarkable you’ve helped him without him even knowing it.”

“Zhongli, I blame myself so much for leaving him. I should have fought harder for him that day. If I hadn’t gone away, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.”

“Both of you bear some responsibility.” Zhongli smiled faintly, stroking Hu Tao’s hair with a fatherly tenderness. “When Xiao told us, we first thought it was some cruel joke. But he cried in front of us, saying he had ruined everything. We felt so foolish. Hu Tao never accepted your leaving, and she never accepted Mushiko. I suppose each of us grieved that relationship in our own way.”

“They say children can sense danger after all.” Aether let out a weak laugh, nervously twisting his fingers. “They’re honest. That’s why adults ask them what they think sometimes.”

“In any case, thank you for taking care of my children.” Zhongli said, reaching into his pocket for his car keys. “I’ll repay you one day.”

Aether opened the door and watched them disappear into the shadowed corridor, his heart heavy yet somewhat soothed, knowing Hu Tao was safe with her father. He closed the door behind them, left alone in the now silent apartment. The cat rose and rubbed against his legs, offering a small comfort. Aether bent down to scoop him into his arms, his thoughts wandering back over the moments shared with Hu Tao.

He felt a mingling of melancholy and gratitude, savoring these fragments of calm and human warmth that had brightened his day.

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As evening fell, Aether found himself alone in the snow-covered streets, accompanied only by his faithful cat, Xiao. The nighttime silence was broken only by the soft crunch of snow beneath their footsteps. The biting cold of winter pressed in, yet Aether cherished the quiet solitude of these moments. From time to time, he bent down to scoop up Xiao, warming the little paws against his chest. The gentle heat of his cat offered a comforting balm against the surrounding chill.

Their steps carried them through deserted alleys, where street lamps cast golden halos of light onto the snowy ground. Aether savored the peaceful atmosphere, far removed from the day’s bustle. His thoughts drifted, often returning to the troubling situation with Xiao—the boy. The persistent worry that had occupied his mind all day found a slight respite in the quiet nocturnal walk.

He lifted his eyes to the sky, where stars shone with an unusual clarity, their sparkling light seeming to dance in the darkness. Aether felt a strange connection to the vast heavens, as if the starry silence understood the turmoil within him. He continued walking aimlessly, letting his steps guide him along with his wandering thoughts.

Occasionally, Xiao would pause to watch the snowflakes swirl around him, his eyes gleaming with childlike curiosity. Aether smiled at his companion’s delight, finding simple joy in these shared moments. He bent again to cradle the cat in his arms, offering Xiao the warmth of his coat and the safety of his presence.

The city seemed asleep, houses and shops steeped in darkness. Aether welcomed the solitude, far from the eyes and noises of the day. The empty streets gave him a sense of freedom, a welcome pause in the daily routine. He walked without purpose, each step drawing him closer to a fragile inner calm.

The city clock softly struck midnight, a reminder that the night was deepening. Wrapped in his coat, Aether pressed on, Xiao nestled against him. He felt a peculiar peace, a harmony with the sleeping world around him. Every falling snowflake seemed to carry a message of stillness, an invitation to lose oneself in the fleeting beauty of the moment.

“Look at you, all happy to be walking in the snow,” the blond muttered with a shy chuckle. “You really are an incorrigible cat.”

Aether held his cat firmly against his chest, feeling the gentle warmth of the small body. Xiao kneaded at Aether’s coat, as if trying to burrow inside, seeking even more warmth. Aether smiled faintly, sensing the tiny claws grasping for purchase—a comforting distraction from his own troubled thoughts.

They walked a while longer, their steps setting a steady rhythm on the freshly fallen snow. The sleeping city lay wrapped in a cloak of silence, the only sounds their footsteps and the soft breaths of Aether and his cat. Lost in thought, Aether gazed straight ahead, his eyes scanning the whiteness of the winter landscape.

Suddenly, a figure curled up appeared at the corner of a dark alley. Aether stopped abruptly, his heart beating a little faster. The shape, barely visible beneath the shadows cast by the buildings, seemed vulnerable, almost abandoned. Aether felt a wave of hesitation wash over him. He fixed his gaze on the indistinct form, trying to discern whether it was someone in distress or merely a soul seeking shelter from the cold night.

His mind wrestled between the urge to help and the fear of approaching a stranger in the dead of night. He glanced around, searching for signs of potential danger, but the street remained empty, the streetlamps casting only elongated shadows on the snow-covered ground. Still uncertain, Aether tightened his hold on Xiao, as if drawing strength from the small warmth against his chest.

He took a step forward, then another, his boots crunching softly on the snow. The figure did not move, remaining curled inward. Now, Aether could see that it was a person—likely a young man—clad in a coat far too light for the harshness of winter. A surge of compassion swept through him, easing some of his hesitation.

Taking a deep breath to steady the frantic beating of his heart, Aether leaned slightly forward, ready to call out—but no sound came from his lips. His thoughts spun wildly, conjuring all manner of scenarios, some hopeful, others grim. At last, he straightened up, resolved to act despite his fears.

“Excuse me, are you alright?” Aether asked as he stepped closer.

He recognized Xiao immediately. The boy’s face was marked by pain; bloodied knees and bruised arms betrayed recent violence. Streaks of blood mixed with silent tears ran down his cheeks, testifying to his suffering and despair. Aether’s heart clenched painfully at the sight, an aching weight pressing on his chest.

He hurried to Xiao’s side, dropping his cat onto the snowy ground. The cat seemed to sense the gravity of the moment. It approached Xiao cautiously, rubbing gently against his legs, offering a tender comfort with its small paws and soothing purr.

Aether knelt before him, hands trembling with worry and anger. The cold from the snow seeped through his trousers, but he paid no mind. In that instant, all that mattered was Xiao—curled up, wounded, and fragile. With hesitant care, Aether raised a hand, slowly reaching toward Xiao’s face to gently wipe away a tear mingled with blood from his cheek.

“Oh my God, you…”

“Don’t look at me like this, please,” muttered the dark-haired boy, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Go away, everything’s fine.”

Xiao’s gaze was vacant, his eyes clouded with tears and pain, staring at some indistinct point in the distance. Aether felt a quiet rage rising within him, directed at whoever had inflicted such suffering on Xiao. But he pushed the anger down, replacing it with a fierce determination to care for him and protect him.

“I can’t just walk away and do nothing, idiot,” the blond snapped, moving closer still. “I’m here now. I’m not leaving. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Aether…”

He murmured silent words of comfort without even realizing it, his hands gently exploring Xiao’s wounds, assessing their severity. Every bruise, every cut, every scrape was a mute testament to the brutality Xiao had endured. Aether felt tears threatening to spill, but he held them back, focused on staying strong for Xiao.

He took off his own coat and carefully draped it over Xiao’s shoulders, seeking to shield him from the biting cold of the night. Xiao shivered slightly, and Aether could feel his fragility through the fabric. He clenched his jaw, determined not to let Xiao suffer any more. His fingers brushed aside Xiao’s hair from his face, searching for a flicker of recognition, a spark of life.

At last, Xiao lifted his eyes to meet Aether’s intense, worried gaze.

“I have so many questions to ask you, but this really isn’t the time,” he whispered, as Aether wrapped the coat more securely around him. “You need to be treated. You can’t stay like this.”

“I can manage on my own. Don’t worry about me,” he said, as if trying to push away his former fiancé. “I’ve always handled things by myself ever since you left.”

“Well, now I’m here,” Aether replied, his tone hardening. “You won’t be alone tonight. And you won’t be alone the night after that.”

Aether gently wrapped his arms around Xiao, careful not to press on his wounds. He felt Xiao’s fragility against him, as if every movement might break him further. With infinite tenderness, he helped him up slowly, each gesture measured to avoid causing more pain. Though unsteady, Xiao leaned against Aether, finding a semblance of comfort in the protective embrace.

Then Aether retrieved his cat, placing it delicately into Xiao’s arms. Sensitive to Xiao’s distress, the cat nestled against him, its soft purring offering a reassuring warmth. Despite the pain, Xiao held the cat gently, clinging to this small source of consolation. The cat’s steady, soothing purrs seemed to echo through the silent night, a temporary balm to Xiao’s suffering.

Holding firmly to Xiao’s waist, Aether began to walk slowly, guiding each step with caution. The snow-covered streets were deserted, their footsteps faintly echoing in the stillness of the night. The snow crunched softly beneath their feet, adding a gentle rhythm to the surrounding darkness. Aether stole frequent glances at Xiao, scrutinizing his face to make sure he was holding on. Pain was etched in his features, yet he pressed forward, determined not to collapse.

The biting cold surrounded them, but Aether focused on the warmth of Xiao against him, on the need to bring him to safety. They moved slowly, each step deliberate, as if walking toward healing. Aether’s breath formed small clouds of vapor in the icy air as he murmured words of comfort, trying to keep a soothing conversation going to distract Xiao from his pain.

With every step, Aether felt a whirlwind of emotions within him. Anger at those who had hurt Xiao, sorrow at seeing him so broken, and above all, a fierce determination to protect him and care for him. The walk seemed endless, each second stretching into an eternity of worry and tenderness. The cat, nestled close to Xiao, continued to purr—a small flicker of normalcy in this troubled night.

“Where are we going?” Xiao asked weakly, clutching the other man tighter.

“I’m taking you to my place,” Aether replied simply, focused on his task. “I know you’ll refuse to go to a hospital, so for now, I’m bending to your wishes.”

“Sorry for the trouble…”

“You’re not troubling me at all.”

As they approached Aether’s building, the streetlamps cast long shadows over the snowy ground. Fatigue weighed heavily on Aether’s shoulders, but he did not slow down, driven by the need to bring Xiao to safety. They finally passed through the building’s doors, the warmth inside a welcome contrast to the chill outside. Aether guided Xiao to the elevator, then to his apartment, each step marked by gentle care and protection.

At last, inside, Aether helped Xiao sit down on the couch, the cat curling up immediately by his side. The apartment’s dim lighting cast a soothing atmosphere, far removed from the cruelty of the night outside. Aether hurried to prepare bandages and compresses, ready to tend to Xiao’s visible wounds. Yet more than the physical injuries, he knew he needed to soothe the emotional pain his friend carried, offering a steady and reassuring presence.

Frantically searching through his cupboards, Aether’s heart pounded wildly. Each moment spent rifling through drawers stretched endlessly, the urgency of the situation quickening his movements. Finally, his trembling hands found the much-needed first aid kit. He grasped it with relief, but also with renewed determination. Xiao needed him—now more than ever.

Returning to the living room, Aether cast a glance at Xiao, slumped on the couch. His eyes wandered around the apartment’s interior, lost in silent contemplation, almost resigned. Aether’s chest tightened at the sight of his friend’s vulnerability. He sat down gently beside him, placing the first aid kit within reach. Hesitating for a moment, he reached out to brush lightly over the bruises on Xiao’s arms. His fingers traced invisible paths over the battered skin, seeking to grasp the full extent of the damage.

The contusions were many, their hues shifting from deep purples to sickly yellow-greens—a cruel testimony to the blows endured. Each mark told a story of pain and suffering, stirring in Aether a quiet rage and profound sadness. His fingers continued their exploration, moving down Xiao’s arms, gliding gently over damaged skin. He paused to take a deep breath, striving to hold back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

He discovered more bruises on Xiao’s legs, irregular shapes forming chaotic patterns. Aether felt almost powerless in the face of such injuries, yet he knew he must remain strong for Xiao. His hands trembled slightly as he opened the first aid kit, pulling out disinfectant and bandages. Every movement was imbued with tenderness and care, as if he feared causing Xiao more harm.

Soaking a cotton pad in disinfectant, he began to clean the wounds with precise, gentle strokes. Xiao flinched now and then, the pain reflected in his eyes, yet he remained silent. Aether murmured soothing words in a low, comforting voice, doing his best to ease his friend’s suffering. Carefully, he applied the bandages, covering each bruise and cut with meticulous attention.

With every second spent tending to Xiao, Aether’s resolve deepened. He wished not only to heal the physical wounds but to provide a refuge, a safety that Xiao seemed to have lost. The apartment, usually quiet, was now filled with the sound of their breaths and the soft rustle of bandages. The cat, sensitive to the charged atmosphere, nestled closer to Xiao, purring softly, adding a touch of warmth to the moment.

“Is it Mushiko who did this to you?”

Xiao remained silent, unwilling to confirm or deny the accusation.

“You know, you can tell me anything,” Aether added, continuing to stroke his wounds. “I won’t mock you—not for this. Everyone’s worried, everyone wants to help you, Xiao.”

“It’s not…” Xiao suddenly fell silent, then swallowed hard. “It’s not Mushiko. You can stop blaming him now.”

“Why do you insist on lying to me?” the blond asked, looking up to meet his eyes. “Do you really think that after four years living together, I wouldn’t be able to tell when you’re lying?”

“Aether, it’s way too complicated,” murmured the dark-haired one, passing a trembling hand through Aether’s hair. “I don’t want to drag you into this, so you should stay out of it. It’s better for you.”

“You want me to keep quiet while you’re slowly dying inside—is that what you’re telling me?”

He said nothing in response to those harsh words.

“You want me to look the other way when I see your battered body? You want me to worry every day about what kind of wounds you’ll have tomorrow, after coming home to that dump you call a house?”

“I’m allowed to have my secrets, Aether,” he said, lowering his gaze toward the black cat rubbing against him. “Besides, I don’t owe you anything anymore. We’re not together anymore, remember?”

“I don’t care!” he suddenly shouted, grabbing Xiao roughly by the shoulders. “Your parents, your sister, your coworkers… everyone worries about you. Everyone knows you’re hurting and that you push them away because you don’t want them to see you like this. Everyone hates that trash you call your boyfriend. Everyone knows, damn it.”

“So, you…”

“Yeah, I hate him too. He treats you like dirt, and he hurts you right in front of me.”

Suddenly, Xiao wrapped his arms tightly around Aether’s waist in a desperate embrace. Taken aback by the intensity of the gesture, Aether hesitated at first, his own arms hovering uncertainly before finally encircling Xiao with cautious tenderness. The contact was at once comforting and painful—a mixture of human warmth and the palpable ache radiating from Xiao’s wounds.

Xiao buried his face in the hollow of Aether’s neck, his hot tears soaking the sensitive skin of his friend. His sobs were silent but deep, shaking his whole body as he surrendered to this shared vulnerability. Aether felt every spasm, every tremor, as if Xiao’s emotions were his own. He tightened his hold, his hand gently stroking Xiao’s back, seeking to soothe the inner storms tormenting him.

Their bodies pressed close, forming a fragile bubble of intimacy in the stillness of the apartment. Aether could feel Xiao’s warmth against him, the uneven rhythm of his breathing, the frantic beating of his heart. The familiar scent of his shampoo mingled with the scent of pain and despair—a complex fragrance that pierced Aether’s heart. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on simply being there, offering a refuge, a steady anchor amidst the turmoil.

The cat, sensitive to the emotional weight hanging in the air, tried to weave its way between them, purring softly as if to offer its own form of comfort. It rubbed its head against Xiao’s legs, its paws slipping between them in a clumsy but touching attempt to join the embrace. Aether lowered a hand to gently stroke the cat, feeling the softness of its fur beneath his fingers. This simple gesture added a note of normalcy, a silent reminder that even amid pain, there were constants—quiet, soothing elements that endured.

The moment seemed suspended in time, each second stretching into an eternity of raw emotion. Xiao’s sobs eventually quieted, his tears giving way to a steadier, though still trembling, breath. Aether continued to hold him, his hands tracing slow, reassuring circles across his back, whispering soothing words into the silence of the room. Xiao said nothing, but the embrace itself spoke volumes—of comfort, unwavering support, friendship, and love that needed no words to be understood.

At last, Aether felt Xiao relax slightly in his arms, a subtle tension easing from his muscles.

“I’m here, you can let your guard down now,” Aether murmured, stroking his hair. “You should trust me after all the time we’ve spent together... even if we’re no longer a couple.”

“I trust you, it’s just that...” Xiao tightened his arms around him, a desperate attempt at comfort. “It’s just that all this, it’s a fight you wouldn’t understand. It’s my fight with myself.”

“Wasn’t it you who said I was a part of you?”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Admit it to me, Xiao.” The blond rested his nose against the boy’s scalp. “You just have two words to say, and I’ll keep you safe. I promise you, so don’t be so stubborn.”

“I...” The dark-haired boy bit his lower lip. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.”

“You have to know I’ll always be here,” Aether whispered, then sighed softly.

“You told me the same thing when we were going to get engaged,” Xiao muttered, unaware of the weight his words carried. “And I believed you. So, I don’t know.”

“Are you telling me I’m supposed to trust you, but you have the right not to trust me?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m just saying I’ll need time.”

Aether slowly pulled away from Xiao, breaking their embrace with a gentleness almost painful. He locked eyes with him, seeking to understand the depth of his feelings and wounds. There was a dull ache in his own eyes, a less visible but equally poignant injury. Four years of relationship, of shared confidences, yet Aether still felt that gulf of mistrust between them—a chasm neither time nor the trials they had endured together had managed to bridge.

He forced himself to put things into perspective, to not let bitterness invade his heart. With trembling hands, he finished dressing Xiao’s wounds, each movement filled with infinite gentleness. The bruises on his arms, the cuts on his knees—all bore witness to the violence he had endured. Aether applied the bandages with a concentration almost painful, his fingers brushing the injured skin with cautious delicacy. Each touch seemed to whisper a silent promise of protection, a mute assurance that he would always be there for him.

Xiao hesitated, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air before resting softly on Aether’s cheek. That simple gesture, as light as a feather, carried immense weight. It was a timid attempt at comfort, an awkward way to say he felt and understood Aether’s pain. Xiao’s thumb slowly caressed the skin, tracing soothing circles. Aether closed his eyes for a moment, savoring this fragile and precious contact.

The emotions were complex—a mixture of love, frustration, and compassion. Aether opened his eyes again, diving into Xiao’s pupils, trying to read the thoughts behind that gesture. He found guilt, regret, but also a spark of sincere affection. That small gesture could not erase the wounds of the soul, but it carried with it the hope of healing, of possible reconciliation.

The cat, sensing the tension in the air, came to curl up beside them, purring softly. Its warmth and presence added a note of normalcy and comfort to the emotionally charged scene. Aether smiled faintly, a glimmer of tenderness in his eyes. He knew the road would be long, that trust would not be rebuilt in a day. But in that precise moment, surrounded by Xiao and the cat, he felt a flicker of hope. A silent promise of better days to come.

“You know, Aether, when I first saw you, I thought I was dreaming.”

“Why? You thought, like the others, that I’d left town for good and wouldn’t even come back to see my friends?”

“No, I thought you were running from me.” Xiao admitted, continuing his gentle strokes on Aether’s cheek. “You dropped everything after we broke up, so for a long time, I believed you hated me with all your being.”

“I never hated you.” Aether interjected, his hands resting on the man’s knees. “Actually, if I left, it’s because I couldn’t forget all our memories. It was more of an escape than anything else, in the end.”

“Do you think we’d still be together if I’d called you that night to apologize?” the dark-haired one asked weakly.

“Who knows?” The blond chuckled bitterly. “Maybe I would have run into your arms as soon as you said sorry.”

They stared at each other for a long time, a heavy silence hanging between them, filled with a thousand unspoken words. Aether’s hands, trembling with restraint, rested on Xiao’s knees, offering an anchor, a physical connection in this moment of vulnerability. Xiao’s fingers, slender and delicate, framed Aether’s face, lightly caressing his cheeks with a tenderness mixed with uncertainty.

Their faces slowly drew closer, each millimeter bridged by an ocean of repressed thoughts and feelings. They both recalled their argument, the words exchanged too hastily and angrily, the silences heavy with resentment. The unspoken weighed on their hearts like a leaden shroud, each breath seeming a struggle to break free.

Aether felt Xiao’s warm breath against his skin, an ethereal caress that sent shivers down his neck. His eyes searched Xiao’s pupils, seeking answers, apologies, a promise of reconciliation. He saw pain and guilt intertwined in that gaze, an internal battle Xiao fought within himself. He remembered the moments when he had faltered, when the weight of secrets had built walls between them.

Xiao’s fingers traced imaginary lines on Aether’s skin, as if he could erase the invisible scars of their conflicts.

Finally, their foreheads touched, a light contact charged with meaning. Aether closed his eyes, letting the outside world fade away until all that remained was the reassuring presence of Xiao. He took a deep breath, as if to fill himself with this closeness, this rediscovered intimacy. Their hearts beat in unison, a rhythm synchronized by years of shared complicity and tested love.

Xiao still seemed hesitant; his hands slid gently to the nape of Aether’s neck, pulling slightly to bring their faces even closer. He felt the resistance dissolve, replaced by a silent acceptance. Aether released some of the tension within him, letting his hands slip from Xiao’s knees to wrap around his waist, seeking mutual comfort in their shared embrace.

They stayed like that, in a silent embrace, each second drawing them closer to the inner peace they both sought. The unspoken no longer needed to be voiced; their gestures spoke for them—a silent dance of forgiveness and reconciliation. Their closeness became a promise, one never to let past mistakes separate them again, but to strengthen and bind them even more tightly.

The moment stretched on, each heartbeat resonating like a musical note in this tableau of rediscovered tenderness. Aether and Xiao, entwined in this shared vulnerability, knew that despite the trials, they had found in each other a reason to go on, to fight for their relationship. Their souls, once tormented by unspoken words, finally found a shared serenity, a glimmer of hope for the future.

“If you don’t want to go back to Mushiko, you can sleep at my place,” Aether whispered, his gaze drifting toward Xiao’s lips. “I can give you a night of respite and comfort, if you want.”

“I’d like that, thanks,” Xiao murmured, his eyes also sliding toward Aether’s lips.

“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“I can sleep on the couch, you know.”

“No, you’re hurt,” the blond snapped, feeling the other’s breath brush his skin. “What you need is comfort and a night of rest.”

Aether rose slowly, careful not to shatter the fragile moment of reconciliation that enveloped them. He moved quietly to his wardrobe and pulled out clean sheets, comfortable pajamas, and a few extra pillows. Each motion carried a delicacy and special attention, as if he wanted to heal the invisible wounds that had marked their relationship.

He carefully prepared the bed for Xiao, arranging the sheets with precision and gentleness. The bed, modest though it was, seemed a haven of peace compared to the torment Xiao had endured. Aether felt his heart tighten at the sight of his friend, whose exhaustion showed in every movement. Xiao, as if freed from a great weight, collapsed onto the bed with silent gratitude, his limbs sinking into the soft mattress.

Aether watched, his gaze filled with a mingling of tenderness and pain, as Xiao buried his face in the pillows. He saw him inhale deeply, as if to soak in the comforting scent of the fabrics. This simple gesture revealed so much — loneliness, exhaustion, a desperate need for solace. Aether turned away, his eyes burning with tears he refused to shed.

He took the cushions and moved toward the living room couch. As he placed each one down, memories of shared moments, of happiness and closeness, floated through his mind—moments that now seemed so distant. Yet despite the distance they had crossed, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe tonight, despite the wounds and unspoken words, would mark the beginning of healing.

In the bedroom, Xiao stretched slightly, savoring the comfort of the bed. The pajamas lent by Aether were a little too big, but he felt strangely safe wearing them. It seemed he hadn’t experienced such peace in a long time, and the subtle scent of the sheets lulled him into an almost unreal calm. His thoughts drifted to the moments shared with Aether—the arguments, the laughter, and that closeness he feared losing.

Aether, settled on the couch, stared up at the ceiling. The silence of the apartment was broken only by the steady ticking of the clock. He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep despite the turmoil of his thoughts. He wondered if Xiao felt the same, if he too was searching for a way to heal the invisible wounds in their relationship.

In the bedroom, Xiao nestled deeper under the covers, finding unexpected comfort in the warmth of the bed. He thought of Aether, of his patience and kindness despite everything that had happened. A wave of gratitude washed over him, mingled with a dull guilt. He hoped the future would offer them a chance to find each other again, to rebuild what they had almost lost.

The night passed slowly, each minute bringing the two weary souls closer to a morning where, perhaps, they could finally speak without fear or resentment. Lost in his thoughts, Aether promised himself he would do everything to protect Xiao, to never again let distance creep between them. And as the silence of the night wrapped around them, a fragile but determined hope blossomed in their exhausted hearts.

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Aether woke slowly, the pale rays of the winter sun filtering through the living room curtains. The cat was curled up on his stomach, its soft, steady breathing filling the morning silence. He blinked, the light weight and comforting warmth of the animal offering a quiet solace against the chill in the room.

He ran a tired hand over his face, rubbing his eyes to chase away the last traces of sleep. As he glanced around, memories of the previous day returned in waves—each detail deepening the ache in his chest, the lingering sense of guilt and responsibility. His gaze drifted to the bedroom door where Xiao still slept, and a mix of worry and tenderness welled up inside him.

The cat stretched, its tiny paws pressing lightly into Aether’s stomach before curling up again, finding a cozier position. Aether gently stroked the silky fur, his thoughts drifting toward Xiao. He wondered if the other man had found a sliver of peace in sleep, if the nightmares that seemed to haunt him had loosened their grip, if only for a few hours.

He rose carefully, making sure not to wake the cat, and gently set it down on the couch. The quiet trust the animal showed him stirred something soft in his chest. He stretched, his limbs stiff from the night spent on the couch, and headed toward the kitchen to make coffee. The familiar rhythm of his morning routine brought a fragile sense of normalcy—welcome, after the emotional storms of the past days.

He glanced again toward the bedroom door, a dull knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach. The thought of not doing enough for Xiao gnawed at him. He hoped his friend would wake in better spirits, that sleep had eased both his physical and emotional wounds. For now, Aether focused on the small things he could control, like preparing a comforting breakfast.

The scent of coffee soon filled the air, mingling with the warm, nostalgic smell of toasted bread. Aether arranged the food carefully on a tray, each detail speaking of his quiet desire to comfort Xiao, to show him he wasn’t alone. Their lives had been shaped by silence and scars, but Aether hoped these small gestures could begin to mend the distance that had grown between them.

He sat at the table, his eyes still on the bedroom door. Minutes ticked by slowly, and each moment of silence seemed to stretch the tension inside him. The cat jumped down from the couch and brushed against his legs, as if to remind him he wasn’t completely alone in his waiting.

Aether took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew he had to be patient, that he couldn’t force anything. But the worry for Xiao, the guilt of not having been there sooner, swirled into a storm of emotions that was hard to contain.

Finally, he heard a faint sound from the bedroom. Xiao was stirring. Aether sat up straighter, his heart quickening. He hoped today could be a new beginning for them—a moment of reconciliation and renewal. As the cat leapt onto his lap, Aether prepared himself to welcome him, determined to offer Xiao all the support and warmth he needed.

Xiao appeared in the doorway, dressed in the pajamas Aether had lent him. The long sleeves and cotton pants barely concealed the white bandages wrapped around his arms and legs—a stark, visible reminder of the wounds from the day before. His hair, usually neatly styled, was tousled, adding an unspoken vulnerability to his appearance.

He walked slowly to the table and sat down across from Aether. The quiet of the morning heightened every movement, every faint sound in the house. Aether noticed the dark circles under Xiao’s eyes—still present, though less pronounced than the day before—a sign that the night had brought at least a little rest. His face was stripped of any pretense, his features marked by exhaustion and the ache of recent days.

Aether watched him with a tender, quiet worry. He noticed the slowness of his gestures, the slight tremble in his hands as he placed them on the table. The morning light brushed gently against his face, casting shadows beneath his eyes but also revealing a softness and fragility that Aether had never truly seen before. The contrast between the harshness of his bandages and the delicacy of his expression made Aether’s heart ache.

Every detail felt amplified in the stillness of the morning. The way the too-large pajama sleeves drifted around Xiao’s wrists, the subtle rustle of fabric against skin, the faint creak of his bandages with each movement. Xiao leaned forward slightly, his eyes searching for Aether’s, and a wave of sorrow and compassion rose in Aether’s chest. He had always seen Xiao as something unshakable—strong, composed, almost untouchable. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken, dismantled everything he thought he understood.

The cat leapt softly onto Xiao’s lap, as if sensing the turmoil behind his silence. Xiao stroked it with a slow, almost meditative motion, his fingers gliding through its silky fur. The simple act of petting the cat seemed to ease the tension in his features, smoothing the lines of fatigue and pain. Aether, his eyes fixed on every movement, was overwhelmed by a fierce, quiet longing to protect him. He wanted to erase every hurt, every fear, every shadow that clung to Xiao’s heart.

He caught himself noticing the smallest things—the soft morning light dancing through the stray strands of Xiao’s hair, the faint tremble of his lips as he breathed deeply, the older scars interlaced with the fresher wounds. Each mark told a silent story of struggle and resilience, one Xiao had always kept to himself. Aether felt a dull ache at the thought, blaming himself for not being more present, more attentive.

Time seemed to stretch in the quiet they shared. Aether sensed a deep connection forming between them—a wordless understanding of pain and healing. He knew that, right now, words were unnecessary. Every glance, every movement carried more meaning than speech ever could. Simply sharing this space, this quiet morning, was an act of comfort and support in itself.

He continued watching Xiao, his own hands planted firmly on the table as if grounding himself in the reality of this moment. He hoped that the road to healing, long and uncertain as it may be, would at least be less lonely for Xiao. And in that silence, weighted with unspoken emotion, Aether made himself a quiet promise: he would never again let his friend face this darkness alone.

"Did you sleep well?" Aether finally asked, getting up to fetch a couple of mugs. "Sorry about the traffic noise in the morning. It gets a bit loud sometimes."

"It wasn’t that bad," Xiao replied with a shrug, stifling a yawn. "It’s louder at Mushiko’s place."

"Do you want black coffee with one sugar?" Aether offered, clearly remembering his morning preferences.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Xiao said, pushing himself up from the chair. "Do you need help with anything?"

"No, don’t worry," Aether answered gently. "I’m used to handling mornings on my own."

"I guess that’s something we’ve both gotten used to," Xiao murmured.

Then, as Aether turned to focus on the coffee, the packet slipped from his hand, skimming across the table before falling to the floor. Reflexively, he bent down to retrieve it, his mind still preoccupied with the sight of Xiao’s bandaged limbs. At the same moment, Xiao reached down as well—their movements perfectly in sync despite everything. Their hands brushed in that fleeting instant, and a jolt of electricity surged through Aether’s body.

Time seemed to freeze as they slowly straightened, their eyes locking with an intensity that left no room for pretense. Xiao’s gaze, usually so distant, now appeared vulnerable and open, revealing an emotional depth Aether had never seen before. Their faces were mere inches apart, their breaths mingling in the space between them, thick with all that remained unspoken.

In a delicate, almost unconscious gesture, Xiao raised a trembling hand and tucked a long strand of Aether’s blond hair behind his ear. The soft brush of his fingers against Aether’s skin sent a shiver down his spine—a blend of surprise and tenderness. Though simple, the gesture carried an intimacy and care that brought tears to Aether’s eyes. A wave of conflicting emotions surged within him.

He suddenly felt exposed beneath Xiao’s steady gaze. His hands, still faintly touching Xiao’s, began to tremble ever so slightly. The world around them seemed to vanish, leaving only the weight of this moment. Aether could hear the pounding of his own heart, each beat echoing like a reminder of the raw, emotional truth they now stood in.

The gentleness of the moment clashed sharply with the recent pain and chaos. Despite the visible distress etched into Xiao’s body, there was a flicker of hope and solace in that one quiet act. The brush of their hands, the depth in Xiao’s eyes, the unexpected kindness in the way he had smoothed a stubborn lock of hair—it all wove together into something sacred. A space of healing, silent yet powerful.

As he rose fully, Aether drew a long, steadying breath, trying to contain the storm inside him. He placed the recovered coffee packet softly onto the table, his fingers still lingering near Xiao’s. Their eyes remained locked, each passing second solidifying a wordless promise to be present for one another. Aether knew, in that moment, that despite the wounds and the silences, there was a strength in their bond that could not be undone.

“You should be careful,” Xiao said softly, his voice low but clear. “Caffeine powder can stain the carpet.”
Then, faintly, he smiled.

The morning silence, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves outside and the quiet beating of their hearts, wrapped their exchange in an almost sacred stillness. Aether realized that it was in these moments of shared vulnerability that true strength and healing could emerge. And as they finally straightened, their hands slowly parting, Aether knew he would never be the same again.

"Yeah... it was my fault," Aether murmured, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "By the way, are you going to work today?"

"I don't really have a choice," Xiao whispered, sighing softly. "It's my paycheck that pays for the apartment I live in."

"But it's Mushiko's apartment," the blond replied, pressing his lips together and frowning. "You should only be paying a small part of the rent. Not the whole thing."

"Let's just say his job doesn’t exactly allow him to cover rent."

"His night job at a bar, you mean?"

"That’s right," Xiao said simply, before walking back to his chair and sitting down again. "But either way, I’ll be leaving in less than an hour."

"You should stay here and rest," Aether said quickly, concern lacing his voice. "You still look completely exhausted, and you’ve been shaking for a while now. There’s no way you’re in shape to get through a full day of work."

"I need the money, Aether." Xiao set his cup of coffee down in front of him.

"And?" The man across from him took a sip of the warm drink. "You also need your health. It’s just one day—you can miss one day."

"I also need to go back and check on Mushiko."
Aether froze, then turned toward him. "He doesn’t like it when I’m gone too long. He starts having these… breakdowns."

"You’re seriously going back there?"
This time, it was Xiao who stilled.

"After everything he’s done to you, after everything he says… and you still find a way to love him? To need him?"

"I told you already—he doesn’t hit me."

"Do you really love him?"

Xiao didn’t answer.

"I see," Aether said quietly, sitting down across from him to drink his own cup. "At least now I know."

They ate their breakfast in silence, every sound in the kitchen amplified by the absence of words. Aether watched Xiao from the corner of his eye, noting every line of his face, every hesitant movement. Xiao kept his gaze lowered, focused on his plate as though it might offer answers to the questions he refused to confront. The contrast between the clean white bandages and the bruises on his skin was a sharp reminder to Aether of the fragility of the situation—the urgency to understand without pushing too hard.

He had long suspected that Xiao didn’t truly love Mushiko. On the rare occasions the subject had come up, Xiao had always been evasive, quickly changing the topic or lowering his gaze—just as he did now. He had never openly admitted his aversion, but his body language spoke volumes. That reluctance to open up, that way he would retreat into himself whenever Mushiko was mentioned, only deepened Aether’s suspicions.

He wondered if Xiao stayed with Mushiko out of lack of choice, for want of a safe place to go. Maybe the visible wounds were only the surface of a much deeper suffering, and the bond with Mushiko had been born more from necessity than affection. Aether felt a dull ache at the thought—a mix of guilt and frustration. He blamed himself for not having been able to offer Xiao a place where he could feel safe enough to escape that toxic relationship.

In silence, Aether contemplated the possibility that Xiao might see a sliver of himself in Mushiko. A trace of goodness or kindness, a distant echo of what he had once found in Aether. The idea hurt, but he couldn't ignore it. He wondered if that resemblance—however faint—had been enough to keep Xiao trapped in a situation that was hurting him, clinging to a hope of recovering what he had lost.

The heavy silence stretched on, broken only by the soft clinking of cutlery and the calming purr of the cat, who seemed to sense the tension between them. Aether tried to understand Xiao’s thoughts, to decipher the unspoken things hidden in his gestures, his furtive glances. He felt the key to helping Xiao lay in that understanding—in his ability to see beyond what was visible.

Xiao, still silent, seemed to retreat even further into himself, as if trying to shield himself from reality. Aether felt an increasing urgency, a need to pierce that wall of silence without shattering it. He wanted to be the refuge Xiao had never had—the friend and support he truly deserved. Each passing minute deepened that resolve, urging Aether to act with both gentleness and determination.

His thoughts spiraled, tangled with worry, hope, and a fierce determination not to let Xiao fall back into Mushiko’s grasp. He knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, that Xiao’s healing would take time, patience, and a great deal of love. But he was ready to give everything—to be that light in Xiao’s darkness.

Breakfast ended in that silence, heavy with meaning and restrained emotion. Aether stood, gathering the plates with deliberate, measured movements, aware of every breath, every flicker of presence. He cast one last glance at Xiao, silently promising himself to find a way to break through that silence—to bring Xiao back to speaking, to smiling, to truly living again.

"If you absolutely have to go to work, I won’t stop you," Aether said suddenly, standing to start the dishes. "Just know that my apartment is open to you. If you ever need to come here—to sleep, to rest, to feel safe... don’t hesitate."

"Thank you, Aether," Xiao replied, his tone soft and sincere. "I’ll keep that in mind."

"If you want to take a shower, the bathroom’s to the right of the bedroom."

"Could you help me put the bandages back on after?"

"Yeah, of course. No problem."

Xiao went to take a shower, and Aether remained on the couch, his gaze lost in the void for a moment before lowering his eyes to his cat. He stroked it gently, running his fingers through its silky fur, finding in that simple gesture a quiet source of comfort. The soothing purr of the cat echoed through the silence of the apartment, offering a peaceful melody that stood in stark contrast to the turmoil within Aether.

He cuddled the cat tenderly, whispering sweet words and placing light kisses on its head. The cat, sensitive to its owner's mood, nestled closer to him, offering all the affection it could. Aether closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his troubled mind. Images of Xiao—wounded and vulnerable—kept resurfacing, feeding his worry and his deep desire to protect him.

Minutes passed slowly, marked only by the soft murmur of water from the shower. Aether knew Xiao needed this moment—not just to cleanse his body, but to try and soothe his mind. He hoped the warm water might wash away at least a little of the pain and exhaustion. But he also knew Xiao’s wounds ran deeper than the skin, and it would take much more than a shower to heal them.

Aether ran his hand along the cat’s back, syncing his movements to the calm rhythm of its breathing, trying to align himself with that tranquility. He thought about how he would tend to Xiao’s injuries—about the gentleness and patience needed to avoid reopening the pain. He had prepared everything he would need, but he knew the true healing lay in the care and love he could offer.

"So," Aether asked softly, speaking to the cat, "what do you think of him?"

The cat responded with nothing more than a contented purr.

He opened his eyes again and looked around, reflecting on the apartment that had become a kind of refuge. Memories of moments shared with Xiao blended with his current anxieties, creating a mosaic of complicated emotions. Aether felt a quiet determination rising within him—a steady resolve to make this space even safer, even warmer, for Xiao.

The sound of the shower stopped, and Aether straightened slightly, alert. He knew Xiao would return soon, and he wanted to be ready for him. He continued to stroke the cat, drawing strength from their silent bond. The cat, sensing Xiao’s imminent return, lifted its head slightly, curious eyes fixed on the hallway.

Aether sighed softly, mentally bracing himself to once again face the reality of Xiao’s wounds. He knew that every gesture mattered, that every moment of care and tenderness was a stone laid on the path to healing. As he caressed the cat’s head one last time, he made a silent promise to remain strong—to give Xiao all the support and love he needed.

When Xiao reappeared, wrapped in a towel, Aether felt a wave of emotion rise within him. He gently set the cat down on the couch and stood, ready to tend to him. The look in Xiao's eyes—filled with fatigue and gratitude—only strengthened his resolve. Aether knew there would be hard days ahead, but he was ready to face them. For Xiao.

"Sit down. I’ll get the first aid kit."

"Okay."

Aether wasn’t embarrassed to see Xiao wearing so little. After four years of living together, he had already seen him without clothes—in intimate moments or simply in the everyday rhythms of life. Those memories, far from lessening the urgency of the present situation, gave emotional weight to each of his movements.

He retrieved the first aid kit, his hands becoming more precise and steady. He began by disinfecting Xiao’s wounds, his motions gentle yet firm. Xiao’s skin was still reddened and swollen in places, silent witnesses to the violence he had endured. Aether touched the injuries carefully, applying the stinging antiseptic while watching Xiao’s face closely to ensure he wasn’t causing too much pain. Despite the obvious discomfort, Xiao remained stoic, his eyes fixed on some invisible point, lost in thought.

Aether recalled the times they used to laugh together—the walks under the sun, the nights spent talking about everything and nothing. The contrast between those happy memories and the brutal reality before him was almost unbearable. He finished disinfecting one of the wounds and placed a bandage over it with care, his fingers trembling slightly with repressed emotion.

He looked up briefly at Xiao, hoping to find some sign of comfort or recognition in his gaze. Xiao stayed silent, but Aether felt that a part of him was quietly relieved by the care being given. He continued his work, each gesture filled with a tenderness that hovered just beneath the surface. As he wrapped the bandages around Xiao’s arms, he remembered the warmth of their embraces, the strength and safety they used to find in one another.

"It’s a shame such a beautiful tattoo is covered in bruises," Aether murmured, leaning closer for a better look. "It’d be so much nicer without them."

"You think so?" Xiao asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, especially since I was there when you got it."

The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft rustling of bandages and the steady rhythm of their breathing. Aether focused on finishing the care, covering each bruise and cut with meticulous precision. He lingered for a moment on Xiao’s knees, where the wounds looked deeper. Gently, he applied healing ointment before wrapping them carefully in fresh bandages.

Aether’s gaze settled on Xiao’s face, where a few scratches and bruises still lingered. He brought the disinfectant one last time, brushing the injured skin with infinite gentleness. Xiao’s eyes, still damp from earlier tears, glimmered softly under the living room lamp. Aether felt deeply moved, a warmth blooming in his chest despite the gravity of the situation.

When he was done, Aether began putting away the medical supplies, his movements slower now, as if trying to prolong the closeness between them. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, trying to remain composed. Then he sat again beside Xiao, their bodies close but not touching, respecting whatever space Xiao might still need.

Aether thought about the future—about how they would rebuild what had been broken. He knew the process would be long and painful, but he was ready to face every step, ready to offer Xiao all the support and love he needed. The physical wounds were one thing, but Aether knew the emotional ones would take far longer to heal.

It was a first step—and for Aether, that was enough for today. He silently promised himself to keep showing up, to never give up, and to remain the source of comfort and safety Xiao so desperately needed.

"You know," Xiao said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence, "I never threw away the gifts and photos you gave me. They’re in a little box I left at my dad’s place."

"So you still have the little heart-shaped keychain?" Aether asked softly as he finished tidying up the kit.

"Yeah, I’ve got it on my scooter keys."

"I still have the things you gave me too, you know."

"Even that funny T-shirt with the snake holding a ring?" he asked, smiling faintly at the memory. "I thought you’d thrown that one out."

"It’s a keepsake. I’d never throw it away." Aether gave a quiet laugh before sighing. "Anyway, what do you want to do in the meantime?"

"Doesn’t matter. Anything’s fine." Xiao shrugged and reached down to pet the cat, who was rubbing against his legs. "You must have spoiled that cat of yours for him to act like this."

"I didn’t spoil him—I treat him fairly," Aether said with a mock-indignant huff. "Look, he even ran off last time I yelled at him."

"You have over twenty cat toys in your room," Xiao pointed out, laughing aloud. "I know you well, Aether. You’re always kind to everyone—he probably took advantage of that."

"That’s not even true…"

"It is. Look how attached he is to you."

"Ah, that’s just because he wants his kibble." Aether laughed lightly, pouring a few scoops into the cat’s bowl. "Besides, he’s just very affectionate. At first, he used to hiss at me—he was terrified."

"You’ve always been lucky with animals," Xiao sighed, then smiled with a hint of sadness. "They all run from me."

"That’s not true—look, my cat isn’t running from you." Aether flashed him a bright smile, hoping to cheer him up. "So you can’t say that anymore."

Aether and Xiao settled onto the couch, their closeness deepened by the recent events. They talked for a long time, their voices low and gentle, their exchanges marked by a newfound intimacy. Aether listened carefully to Xiao, each word he spoke a window into his thoughts and emotions. He felt a mixture of relief and apprehension, aware that these conversations were crucial to their mutual healing.

Their discussions were punctuated by contemplative silences, each reflecting on the other’s words, savoring these moments of connection. Aether’s hands often moved involuntarily, as if to reach for Xiao, but he restrained himself, respecting the fragility of the moment. Finally, they decided to watch a series they both loved and had always watched together. This simple activity brought back a sense of normalcy, routine, and a bit of comfort.

Aether turned on the television and selected their favorite show. The screen lit up with familiar scenes, and a nostalgic warmth filled the room. They nestled into the couch, the cat sleeping peacefully at their feet. Aether glanced at Xiao from the corner of his eye, searching for signs of relaxation or enjoyment on his face. Xiao seemed slightly more at ease, his body less tense, and Aether felt his own heart lighten a little.

They watched the show in silence, the characters’ dialogue and laughter filling the room with a soothing atmosphere. Aether remembered all the times they had laughed together, shared teasing or tender comments about the plots and characters. These memories, tinged with melancholy, reminded Aether of the depth of their bond and the happy moments they had shared.

After about an hour, Xiao began to get ready for work. Aether felt a pang of sadness watching him gather his things, but he understood the importance of letting Xiao regain his footing and responsibilities. Xiao headed toward the door, and Aether followed, wanting to offer one last bit of support before he left.

Aether stood by the entrance, watching Xiao in silence. The bandages were still visible beneath his clothes, a reminder of the recent violence he had endured. Aether felt a mix of anger and helplessness in the face of this reality, but he knew he had to stay strong for Xiao. He placed a light hand on his shoulder, a silent gesture of support and comfort.

Xiao looked at him, his eyes expressing silent gratitude. Aether felt a wave of warmth flood his heart, strengthening his determination to be there for him. Xiao opened the door, and after one last exchange of glances, stepped out of the apartment. Aether stood still, watching the door slowly close, his mind torn by a swirl of conflicting emotions.

He slowly returned to the living room, the cat close behind. Aether sat down on the couch, feeling the emptiness left by Xiao’s departure. He absentmindedly stroked the cat, his thoughts turned toward the future. He knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready to face every obstacle to help Xiao rebuild.

The show continued playing in the background, its familiar sounds offering a comforting presence in the room. Aether took a deep breath, silently promising never to give up on Xiao, to remain his pillar and refuge. He stood up to make a coffee, his mind already planning the next steps to ensure Xiao’s safety and well-being.

“Now, all I can do is hope he comes back on his own...”

Chapter Text

“I just broke up with Heizou...” lamented Kazuha, as he picked up a snowball to throw. “No matter how hard I tried, he didn’t make any effort to include himself in our group. He was always silent, never saying anything when things didn’t go his way. And as if that wasn’t enough, I saw him last night, kissing a stranger. He said it was because of the alcohol and that he didn’t know what he was doing, but I don’t really believe him.”

“I’m sorry, Kazuha,” said Aether, before placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re looking for someone honest, but maybe that’s not the only quality you need. Maybe you should have waited to see if he was really invested? You know, for example, I waited to see if Xiao was truly involved in the relationship before I really got together with him.”

“The only man interested in me is somewhat arrogant,” sighed the boy with the red streak in his hair, turning his head toward his friend. “He’s very kind to me. But, I don’t know, something blocks me.”

“If he’s kind to you, I don’t see the problem.” The blond gently rubbed the other’s back. “You should give him a chance, even if you’re reluctant.”

“Do you think we’re destined to suffer when it comes to love?”

“I don’t think so, no. A lot is happening to me right now, but I believe fate works things out.”

“You’re still talking about Xiao, aren’t you?” asked the boy with white hair, frowning. “I told you to avoid him, even if you’re still in love with him.”

“He’s hurting, I have to help him,” he protested, biting his lower lip.

“You’re just burning yourself by trying to help him, idiot,” he snapped, though his tone was only worry. “I clearly told him to stay away from you, so why is he still trying?”

“Wait, what did you do?”

“Last time, I asked him to stop communicating with you,” admitted Kazuha, his eyes lowered to the ground. “I told him that unlike him, who moved on quickly, you were still suffering too much from your breakup and that he should stop bothering you.”

“You shouldn’t have done that without talking to me!” shouted Aether, feeling anger rising inside him. “Even if it comes from a good intention, you don’t have the right to interfere in things that don’t concern you!”

“Isn’t that what friends are for?” The boy with the red streak got angry in turn. “I’m here to help you when you’re going through a hard time! And that’s what I did!”

“Except you weren’t here for a whole year!” The blond stood up from the bench where he had been sitting. “You weren’t there when I cried, when I tried calling him back, or when I tried to find ways not to suffer!”

“Aether...”

“No one was there when I spent nights smoking two packs of cigarettes just to forget him. And no one was there when I ended up in the emergency room because I couldn’t breathe anymore.”

Aether knew he was unleashing all his anger and frustration on Kazuha. He was aware it wasn’t fair, since Kazuha wasn’t responsible. Yet, with every comment Kazuha made about his choices, Aether felt a wave of rage rise inside him, uncontrollable and blinding. He kept reliving the moments when he had been alone, when no one had been there to support him, and that loneliness still consumed him.

Every word from Kazuha seemed like a provocation, a challenge to his decision to reach out to Xiao again. But Aether knew he had the right to do so, that no one could understand the complexity of his feelings and his history with Xiao. He felt attacked, judged for choices that seemed obvious and necessary to him. He refused to justify himself, to submit to the misunderstanding of others.

The memory of the events from the past year still haunted him. He remembered the endless nights spent silently crying, the abandonment he had felt, the pain of seeing Xiao drift away. No one had been there for him then, no one had reached out to support him. And now that Xiao was back, vulnerable and wounded, Aether felt an immense responsibility weighing on his shoulders.

He had to be there for him, no matter what.

The anger he felt toward Kazuha and the others was only a reflection of that deep pain, that sense of injustice he had carried for so long. He resented everyone for their absence, their complicit silence. But he had always kept quiet, afraid of seeming weak, afraid of pushing away those who still remained. Now, he understood that this anger had to be released, even if not in the healthiest way.

Every interaction with Kazuha had become an increasingly difficult trial. Aether felt trapped between his loyalty to Xiao and the pressure from those around him. He knew he had to find a way to channel this anger, to transform his frustration into something constructive. But for now, he felt torn, unable to see beyond his own pain.

Aether thought back to the moments when he had been there for Xiao, to the silent promises he had made. He recalled the determination with which he had decided to help him rebuild, to offer him a refuge. He knew this mission was his priority, that nothing else mattered as much. His relationship with Kazuha and the others could wait; the urgent matter was Xiao.

As he lost himself in his thoughts, Aether felt a wave of guilt. He knew his friends were simply trying to help him, to make him see things from another perspective. But the pain was still too raw, too deeply rooted within him. He had to learn to forgive, to accept help from others without feeling attacked. But that path was long, and he was not yet ready.

“Today, even though you’re all here, I’m still alone,” Aether added, his tone almost desperate. “When Xiao was still here, I could rest on his shoulder. I wasn’t afraid to confide in him or cry in front of him. I could believe the world belonged only to him and me. Now, it’s him who needs to rest on mine, so I will do everything I can to help him.”

“I…”

“I know, Kazuha.” The blond lowered his head to the ground, sad. “It’s not your fault, and it’s not fair for you to take all this anger.”

“I don’t want your misery, Aether,” Kazuha finally said, rising from the bench. “I want your happiness, truly. I just think you’re not looking for happiness where you should be.”

“My happiness lies where it always has.”

“With Xiao?”

Aether remained silent, too ashamed to answer.

“You know what? I won’t try to separate you from him anymore.” The boy with the red streak placed his hand on Aether’s shoulder. “I just hope you won’t regret taking this path.”

Kazuha finally left, casting one last glance at Aether. That look, heavy with reproach and sadness, remained etched in Aether’s mind. He stood there, motionless, as snow began to fall around him, flakes settling softly on his hair and shoulders. The late afternoon thickened, and the silence of the snow-covered street was broken only by the faint crunch of snow beneath Kazuha’s distant footsteps.

With a trembling hand, Aether reached for his pack of cigarettes. The biting cold seemed to amplify his shakes, and he struggled to pull out a cigarette. His fingers were numb from the cold and nervousness, barely managing to hold firm. Just as he finally succeeded, someone abruptly grabbed his hand. The cigarette slipped and smashed against the snowy ground.

He spun around quickly, ready to defend himself, but his gaze met Xiao’s. Xiao’s eyes were full of worry and pain, and he still held Aether’s hand tightly, as if to keep him from sinking further. Aether’s breath caught for a moment in his throat, surprised to see Xiao there, and even more surprised by the determination in his eyes.

Aether still trembled, but this time it wasn’t just the cold. A wave of conflicting emotions swept through him. Anger, sadness, frustration, and love tangled within, creating a whirlwind he struggled to control. Xiao’s eyes reflected a glimmer of understanding and compassion, and that glimmer made Aether’s resolve waver.

“So, that’s why you’re smoking?” Xiao asked, his tone filled with reproach.

Aether remained silent, unsure of what to say.

“You argue with someone, you panic, and you think this is the solution?” Xiao continued, his face close to his. “You’re not serious, I hope?”

The snow kept falling, its flakes swirling gently around them. The world suddenly seemed so distant, so unreal, as if they were the only living beings in this bubble of snow and silence. Xiao, still holding Aether’s hand, moved closer slowly, as if afraid to break him. Aether felt his own heart beating in a wild rhythm, a response to Xiao’s closeness and warmth.

He lowered his eyes, watching the cigarette crushed in the snow. A small flickering flame desperately tried to survive before going out completely. This image, simple as it was, resonated deeply within him. He felt like that flame, struggling to survive in a hostile environment, desperately searching for shelter, for warmth.

Noticing Aether’s state, Xiao gently squeezed his hand. This simple gesture, full of meaning, brought tears to Aether’s eyes. He hadn’t cried for so long, forcing himself to be strong, to keep everything inside. But now, with Xiao near him, he finally felt able to let go. He lifted his eyes to Xiao, and in that shared gaze, he saw a promise of understanding and support.

Emotion overflowed, and he let himself go, leaning slightly on Xiao, feeling the warmth and solidity of his body against his own. Xiao slipped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him gently closer. They remained like that, united in the cold and snow, finding a certain peace in their closeness.

“I’m sorry,” Aether simply murmured, his voice muffled and heavy with emotion.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault,” Xiao whispered, nestling his head against Aether’s shoulder. “Nothing is your fault.”

“I’m tired. Nothing’s been right since you’re not with me. Nothing at all,” the blond sniffled softly, as if holding back tears.

The dark-haired boy stayed silent, as if encouraging him to keep confiding.

“I tried everything,” he added, his face buried in the other’s scarf. “I tried smoking, I tried getting into sports, I tried finding someone else... The more I tried, the further I drifted from myself.”

“You tried all that because of me?” Xiao asked, his voice broken by remorse. “All that because we broke up?”

“You were everything to me, Xiao. I often leaned on you because you were all I had. If I was happy, it was thanks to you. And now, I’m alone.”

“Aether, give me your pack of cigarettes.”

“That’s a stupid solution. I’ll just buy another one anyway,” Aether mumbled before being roughly pulled closer against Xiao’s body.

“If you buy another one, I’ll break your leg so you can’t go anywhere,” Xiao snapped, his tone mock-threatening. “Now, give it to me.”

Aether obeyed Xiao, feeling a strange mix of reluctance and relief stirring inside him. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he handed his pack of cigarettes to Xiao. Xiao’s hand was still outstretched, waiting patiently, and Aether also placed his lighter there. The determination in Xiao’s gaze did not waver. He took the items and, before Aether’s eyes, crushed the cigarettes one by one, reducing their fragile existence to crumbs. The sound of the crushed cigarettes echoed in the silence of the snowy street, a sharp, final noise. Then, with restrained force, he snapped the lighter, metal twisting with a final crack.

Aether watched with a kind of melancholic resignation in his heart as Xiao threw everything into a nearby trash bin. Each action seemed symbolic, a renunciation of a destructive habit, an act of faith in a healthier future. Aether’s emotions were contradictory. He felt both loss and release, as if those objects represented both his refuge and his prison.

The city around them was dressed in snow, its buildings and streets wrapped in a silent white cloak. The air was filled with whispers; the voices of the town’s inhabitants seemed to float in the cold air, creating an almost imperceptible symphony of dreams, fears, and hopes. The vague dreams filling Aether’s mind had a similar effect—blurred and undefined thoughts mixing and intertwining, weaving a complex tapestry of emotions.

The snow continued to fall gently, each flake adding a new layer to the white blanket muffling the city’s sounds. Aether could feel the dreams and hopes of others reflected in the pure, immaculate whiteness. The streetlamp lights cast golden halos, adding a touch of magic to the scene. These small lights echoed the flickering glow of hope inside him, timidly illuminating the darkness of his thoughts.

Standing beside Xiao, Aether felt the invisible pressure of unspoken words, promises, and regrets. The city’s inhabitants lived their lives, each with their own dreams and struggles, and Aether felt connected to this shared humanity despite the loneliness he carried within. He knew that the choices he made now, the sacrifices he was making, were part of this vast network of intertwined lives.

The vague dreams filling his mind seemed both distant and near, elusive yet omnipresent. They reflected his desires and fears, his hopes and regrets. Each snowflake that fell symbolized a thought, an emotion, a part of himself that he still needed to understand and accept.

“See? Like this, you’ll never destroy your health again.”

“You’re the one talking…”

“Unlike you, I smoke in moderation,” Xiao snapped before sighing and running a hand through his hair. “You were the first to cough when I lit a cigarette near you. You were the first to say you didn’t want to see me die because of that, and yet you do everything you hate.”

“Yes, but now you suffer in a different way,” Aether said, nervously playing with his fingers. “Does someone have to do that to me for you to react? Does someone have to hurt me for you to say you need to stop all this on your side? Is that how it works, huh?”

“Do you hear what you’re saying?” the dark-haired boy asked, with an air of indignation.

“Damn it, Xiao, if I say that, it’s not to hurt you!” the blond shouted, tears in his eyes. “It’s quite the opposite! I’m just tired of waking up in the morning and fearing someone will tell me you died overnight!”

“What would it matter to you?”

“What...?”

“What would it matter to you if I died?” asked the black-green-haired man, his voice trembling. “When you left, did you care?”

“Of course I did!” shouted the man with long blond hair, as a solitary tear slipped from his right eye. “Do you think I spent the whole year longing for the day I’d see you again? Do you think I quietly moved on without worrying about what you were doing?”

“All I saw was anger in your eyes.”

“And all I saw was that you wanted to abandon me.”

“You’re the one who abandoned me.”

“No, it’s you. Even while I was crying, you told me to find happiness elsewhere.”

“You sold the apartment we lived in for four years to erase me from your life.”

“And you did nothing to get it back.”

They argued. The words burst between them, not out of true anger, but from an intense love and a deep misunderstanding. Their voices were hoarse with emotion, each sentence tinged with despair and frustration. Aether looked at Xiao, searching in his eyes for an answer to the distance that had insidiously settled between them.

Their words intertwined, creating a dissonant symphony of reproaches and regrets. Aether felt his heart tighten with every exchange. They had never truly understood why they had broken up, and that unanswered question still gnawed at them. Each word spoken seemed a desperate attempt to unravel the thread of their separation, a thread that nonetheless appeared so solid and inextricable.

Aether remembered those moments spent together, those bursts of happiness and complicity that now seemed so distant. He could still feel the warmth of Xiao’s embraces, hear his crystalline laughter echoing in the apartment they once shared. And yet, those memories only deepened the chasm between them, a gulf dug by misunderstandings and silences.

Their argument was not an explosion of anger, but an implosion of feelings held back too long. Each argument was only a reflection of their love, distorted by the pain of separation. Aether perceived the same pain in Xiao’s eyes, a pain that resonated with his own, creating a melancholy echo of what they had lost.

Tears welled up in Aether’s eyes, burning and relentless. He saw Xiao’s hands trembling slightly, fists clenched in frustration. There was a vulnerability in that moment, a fragility that made them both closer and farther apart. It was as if their love, instead of binding them, separated them even more, each word, each gesture becoming a battlefield where the war of their broken hearts was fought.

Aether tried to find the right words, words that might soothe this emotional storm, but every attempt seemed to fail, breaking on the reefs of their misunderstanding. He knew Xiao felt the same, that behind every sharp sentence hid a desperate need to recover what they had lost.

The cold wind blew around them, adding a touch of melancholy to their quarrel. Snowflakes swirled, settling delicately on their clothes, as if to remind them of the fragility of their situation. Aether felt the bite of the cold, but it was the pain in his heart that truly chilled him.

He saw Xiao before him, his eyes shining with emotion, and he knew there were still so many unspoken words, so many buried feelings waiting to be expressed. Their love had never been simple, but it had been real, deep, and sincere. And now, they stood there, each trying to understand the other, to understand themselves, in this painful dance of words and silences.

Aether knew they had to go through this ordeal, that these arguments might be necessary to reach a deeper understanding, to heal open wounds. But at that moment, all he felt was pain, frustration, and the faint hope that somewhere, beyond these painful words, there was a chance for reconciliation, a chance to find again what they had lost.

“I loved you madly, Aether,” Xiao said, as his anger faded. “I loved you enough to put everything else aside for you.”

“And I loved you even more,” Aether replied, carefully avoiding his gaze. “Everything I did, I always did it for you.”

“I wanted to spend my whole life with you,” the dark-haired boy lamented, as the snow covered his hair. “You know, I had already planned to leave this place far away, by your side.”

“I wanted to start a family with you,” the blond confided, noticing that the park was emptying. “I wanted to keep cherishing those happy memories, and I wanted to marry you.”

“You would have been magnificent in a wedding suit.”

“And you, you would have been even more handsome.”

Those compliments they gave each other, charged with a love that still existed, only wounded them more. The words, despite their apparent sweetness, were sharp blades slowly cutting into Aether’s heart. Each praise, each word of tenderness, was a sting reminding him of the intensity of their feelings, making the separation all the more unbearable. Aether felt his heart dying little by little, each beat echoing painfully what they had lost.

He stood there, facing Xiao, feeling an overwhelming pain in his chest. The words stuck in his throat, unable to cross the barrier of his fear and hesitation. He wished with all his being to shout at him that he still loved him, that he still wanted him, that he truly missed him. But the fear of breaking even more, of facing refusal or indifference, held him back.

Aether saw the distress in Xiao’s eyes, a distress that mirrored his own. It was like looking into a mirror, each pain, each emotion amplified by the resonance of their lost connection. They were there, so close and yet so far, separated by an abyss of unspoken words and misunderstandings.

He wanted so much to tell him, to shout his love, to show that despite everything, he was still there, ready to fight for them. But the words remained stuck, stifled by fear and pain. Aether felt trapped, unable to find a way to express what he truly felt. He lowered his eyes, his throat tight, hoping that somewhere beyond this overwhelming silence, there was still a chance for them.

Their hearts beat in unison, each echoing the pain and love they dared not express. Aether felt torn, pulled between the desire to reveal everything and the fear of losing himself further. And in that suspended moment, he understood that sometimes the deepest love was also the hardest to express, imprisoned by the invisible chains of fear and regret.

The silence between them was heavy with emotion, weighted with all they dared not say. Aether felt trapped by his own feelings, the weight of his emotions pinning him in place. He felt tears rise in his eyes, burning, threatening to overflow at any moment. But he held them back, refusing to let his pain show so visibly. He wanted to be strong—for himself, for Xiao, for what they had been and what they might still be.

He watched Xiao, his gestures, his expressions, desperately searching for a sign, an indication that the love between them was not completely extinguished. But every passing second seemed to stretch the agony, making the absence of response all the more poignant. Aether felt his strength leave him, the internal struggle leaving him exhausted and vulnerable.

In that oppressive silence, Aether realized the extent of his own fear. He was afraid to admit just how much he still loved Xiao, how much he needed him. That fear paralyzed him, preventing him from taking the step, from breaking the silence that suffocated them. He wondered if Xiao felt the same, if he too was a prisoner of his own fears and regrets.

“Despite everything, deep down, I know my heart has never forgotten you and surely never will,” Aether murmured weakly, as his long blond hair fluttered in the wind. “And that’s because you were the first true love of my life. For that, I thank you for these four years we shared.”

“Mine is still waiting for yours to decide to accept it again,” Xiao admitted, while the honeyed eyes of the other boy widened. “Even if it takes time, I’ll wait… So please, don’t disappear again, okay?”

“Wait, do you mean that you…?”

Aether felt weak, overwhelmed by a wave of vulnerability threatening to engulf him. He wanted to throw himself into Xiao’s arms, to give in to that love that still consumed him. So, he stepped forward weakly, each step heavy as an eternity. His trembling hand rose hesitantly before gently resting on Xiao’s cheek. The touch of his skin against Xiao’s was both soothing and heartbreaking, a poignant reminder of all they had shared.

Xiao took Aether’s hand with infinite tenderness, lifting it gently to place a kiss on his palm. That gesture, so simple yet so full of meaning, brought tears to Aether’s eyes. He felt a warmth flood his heart, a warmth he thought lost forever. The tears welled up, burning, threatening to run down his cheeks. He was on the verge of surrendering to that pure, raw emotion, letting his defenses fall completely.

But then, as if to shatter that magical moment, Mushiko’s voice rose in the air, cutting like a blade through the intimacy they had just reclaimed. The unexpected sound of that voice made Aether startle, his heart suddenly pounding harder in his chest. The reality of the situation caught up with them brutally, dragging them back to a world where complications and pain were ever-present.

“Xiao!” Mushiko shouted, his tone sharp with irritation. “Xiao, where the hell have you gone this time?”

Aether withdrew his hand, his heart heavy, his emotions swirling in an inner storm. The moment of connection they had shared seemed to dissolve like a fading dream, replaced by a harsh truth. Mushiko’s presence, invisible yet omnipresent, weighed on them like an unbearable burden. Every fiber of his being wanted to scream, to protest against this interruption, but the words remained stuck in his throat.

He stepped back slightly, feeling a cold emptiness settle between them. Xiao’s gaze, still carrying the softness of the previous moment, now took on a hue of confusion and regret. Aether felt a sharp pain, an irreparable loss, as if a part of himself had just been torn away. His tears, held back for so long, threatened to spill over, but he still held them back, refusing to show weakness.

Mushiko’s voice continued to echo, filling the air with words that seemed hollow and empty. Aether felt his resolve waver, his emotions breaking against the wall of reality. The magic of the moment he had shared with Xiao was now a painful memory, a fleeting glow in an ocean of confusion and sadness.

He felt both devastated and resolute, a strange mixture of despair and determination. He knew he had to find a way to navigate this emotional labyrinth, to understand his own feelings and face the truth of his situation. Aether straightened up, gathering the scattered pieces of his inner strength, ready to face whatever came next, even though each step felt harder than the last.

“I’m sorry,” the blond said weakly, before taking a step back, then another. “I completely forgot you were with someone.”

“Wait, Aether…”

Aether felt a wave of despair rise within him. Without thinking any further, he decided to flee. He turned on his heels, his heart pounding wildly, and began to run through the snowy streets. The snow cracked under his hurried steps, each stride sending white shards flying around him. He ran without any clear destination, only seeking to escape the pain that overwhelmed him.

The tears, burning and uncontrollable, streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the biting cold of the winter air. Each salty drop was a cruel reminder of the complexity of his feelings for Xiao. He still loved him, desperately, but Mushiko’s presence between them was an insurmountable obstacle, a barrier that separated him from the man he loved.

He felt like a prisoner, chained by his own conflicting emotions.

The landscape around him blurred, his tears clouding his vision. He ran through the deserted streets, his feet sometimes slipping on the compacted snow. The streetlights’ glow reflected on the white surface, creating a surreal, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Yet the reality of his situation was painfully present, every step reminding him that he was fleeing not only the scene but also his own feelings.

The cold seeped into his clothes, but he paid it no mind. His mind was too occupied by the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions overwhelming him. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why did the love he felt for Xiao have to be tainted by Mushiko’s presence?

He wanted to scream, to release all the frustration and pain he held inside, but the words remained stuck in his throat.

He finally stopped, out of breath, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. The cold bit at his lungs, but it seemed insignificant compared to the emotional pain he felt. The tears kept flowing, hot and unceasing, as he slowly straightened up, looking around. He was now in an empty park, bare trees surrounded by snow, creating an atmosphere of calm and solitude.

Aether let himself fall onto a bench, his trembling hands buried in his pockets. He raised his eyes to the night sky, the shining stars seeming indifferent to his distress. He felt tiny, insignificant in the immensity of the universe, his troubles suddenly seeming trivial in the face of the cosmos’ infinity.

Yet the pain in his heart was real, a constant burn that refused to fade.

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"Boss!" Ganyu shouted, though she had been calling out to him for quite some time already. "Aether, are you okay? You seem absent today."

"Sorry?" Aether blinked three times before realizing he had completely ignored her. "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought."

"I could see that." The young woman with light blue hair offered a faint smile. "You're already thinking about going home, I suppose? I'm excited to head home too—tomorrow is a big day!"

"What's happening tomorrow?" asked the blond, confused.

"You forgot? Tomorrow's Christmas Eve."

"Already...?"

"You’ll be celebrating with your sister, right?" she asked, a bit surprised by the man’s state.

"Yes, that’s right." He smiled at her warmly. "If you’ll excuse me, I’ll start sorting the reports you just left on my desk."

After three days of heavy silence, Aether had found no respite. He hadn’t dared to contact Kazuha, afraid of reproaches and unresolved tension. The mere idea of running into Xiao at Starbucks terrified him, so he carefully avoided the place, confining himself to the dull routine of his days. His nights, however, were haunted by insomnia. The dark circles under his eyes testified to the endless hours he spent rehashing his thoughts, unable to find peace.

To fill the void left by cigarettes, he chewed gum constantly. The artificial taste did little to mask the bitterness of his emotions, but it was better than nothing. Every evening, his cat came to curl up against him, offering a comforting warmth and a semblance of companionship. That small creature seemed to understand his distress better than anyone else, purring softly to soothe his heavy heart.

Seated at his desk in the real estate agency, Aether tried to immerse himself in work. The stack of reports before him didn’t shrink, each document seeming more tedious than the last. Ganyu, always efficient, had left, leaving behind a mountain of paperwork to sort. Aether hoped this routine task might help distract him from his personal turmoil.

His fingers moved mechanically across the pages, but his mind wandered. Memories from the past few days looped in his head—the arguments with Kazuha, the fleeting encounters with Xiao, and the oppressive presence of Mushiko. He felt his heart clench with every image, every exchanged word resonating like a painful echo.

He sighed deeply, letting his head fall into his hands. The usual office sounds seemed distant, muffled by the weight of his concerns. The whispers of colleagues, the hum of computers—all of it formed a blurred background to his turbulent thoughts.

Loneliness hit him full force, amplified by the silence of sleepless nights and the absence of meaningful human contact. He felt disconnected, like a drifting ship without an anchor. The effort he put into sorting reports felt insignificant in comparison to the magnitude of his personal struggles. And yet, he kept going, desperately searching for distraction, an escape from the pain that consumed him.

Aether looked up, gazing at the pale light that illuminated his workspace. It didn’t dispel the darkness invading his mind, but it reminded him of the persistence of daily routine—the obligation to keep going despite everything. With a resigned sigh, he resumed sorting, his movements slower and more methodical. Each motion was an attempt to regain control, to find some stability in the chaos of his emotions. But deep down, he knew that until he faced his demons, peace would remain out of reach. And for now, he had neither the strength nor the courage to do so.

"Aether, someone’s asking for you," said Keqing suddenly, looking slightly confused but touched. "She says she has something important to tell you."

"I’ll be right there."

When Keqing informed Aether that someone was asking for him, he rose with heavy steps, dragging a palpable weariness behind him. The sleepless nights and emotional turmoil had left their mark on both his body and his mind. Every movement felt like it weighed a ton as he made his way toward the lobby, his thoughts still muddled by the tumult of recent events.

Upon entering the hall, Aether froze in shock at the sight of Hu Tao. A wave of surprise washed over him, temporarily clearing the fog of his worries. She stood there, beaming and radiant, in stark contrast to the grayness of his mood. Without hesitation, she rushed toward him and threw herself into his arms, her joyful energy bursting forth.

Their bodies met in a warm embrace. Aether felt Hu Tao’s vibrant energy transfer through their clothes, a comforting warmth settling where his arms wrapped around her. A strange mix of relief and nostalgia stirred within him as he held her. Her familiar scent—a soft floral note laced with something earthier—brought back memories of happier, carefree times.

For a moment, Aether forgot his troubles, caught up in Hu Tao’s vivacity. Her joy was contagious, and he couldn’t help but smile, even if it was through a lingering haze of sadness. His fingers gently pressed against her back, savoring the unexpected moment of solace.

Hu Tao, ever effervescent, stepped back slightly to look into his eyes, her hands still resting on his shoulders. Aether saw the spark of mischief in her gaze, a gleam that seemed to challenge the gloom that clouded his inner world. He wondered briefly how she managed to hold onto such energy, such optimism.

In that instant, the agency’s lobby felt transformed. The bland, impersonal walls seemed to glow in Hu Tao’s presence. The usual background noise of the office, often overwhelming, became a distant melody—almost soothing. It was as though, for a brief moment, the universe had paused to let them find each other again.

"I told you I had a Christmas gift for you, didn’t I?" she asked rhetorically, a childlike laugh spilling from her lips. "I came to tell you what it is!"

"Wait, first—who told you where I work?" he asked in return, clearly confused.

"Big brother," Hu Tao admitted, glancing around. "We had him on the phone yesterday, that’s why."

"You must’ve been happy to talk to him." Aether smiled tenderly and ruffled her hair.

"Anyway, I came here to give you your Christmas gift!" The petite brunette fell silent for a second, frowning slightly. "Well, it’s more like telling you than giving, I guess."

"You know what?" The long-haired blond took her hand. "Let’s go to my office for that."

Aether, still reeling from the surprise and the liveliness of Hu Tao, gently led her toward his office. Her hand—small and full of energy—seemed to infuse some of her vitality into his. The warmth of her palm contrasted with the lingering cold of his own fingers, a constant reminder of his recent turmoil. As they walked down the hallway, he felt the curious gazes of his colleagues, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the spark of life beside him.

Once in the office, Aether closed the door behind them, seeking a bubble of intimacy far from the bustle of the agency. Hu Tao, ever dynamic, rushed to a chair and sat down with the enthusiasm of a child, despite being older than she looked. Her face radiated with that overflowing energy—almost contagious. Aether, moving with the weariness that had become second nature, sat across from her, his eyes locked onto hers with silent curiosity and anticipation.

Hu Tao shifted slightly in her chair, her eyes shining with excitement. Aether watched her, his thoughts swirling between past and present. He remembered the moments they had shared, her uncanny ability to bring light into even the darkest of days. This unexpected visit stirred a fragile hope within him—a welcome respite from the storm inside.

Aether’s hands, resting on the desk, trembled faintly. He tried to still the trembling, to regain a semblance of calm in the presence of this unexpected friend. He wondered briefly what had brought her here, at this exact moment.

The atmosphere in the office was thick with a subtle tension. Aether felt his muscles relax slightly under the comforting presence of Hu Tao. He watched every movement, every expression on her face, looking for clues as to what she might want to say. His thoughts wandered, trying to guess the reason for her visit. Had she come with news? To help him untangle his current dilemmas? Or simply to remind him that he wasn’t alone in this turbulent world?

The silence between them wasn’t heavy. It was filled with that tacit understanding, that deep friendship which required no words to be expressed. Aether inhaled deeply, feeling a wave of gratitude rise within him. Whatever the reason for her visit, he was simply glad she was there, sitting in front of him, bringing with her a glimmer of hope into his dark days.

As he waited for Hu Tao to speak, Aether let himself be enveloped by the comfort of the moment. He was ready to hear what she had to say, to share in this pocket of calm and support. This moment was a precious parenthesis, a welcome pause in the chaos of his emotions. Whatever came next, Aether felt just a little stronger, a little more ready to face his demons, thanks to Hu Tao’s unexpected presence.

"My Christmas gift for you is that you come celebrate Christmas Eve with us," declared Hu Tao with an ambitious tone. "We always celebrate it together."

"I can’t come, Hu Tao," murmured Aether, his gaze nervously fixed on the window. "Your big brother will probably bring Mushiko with him."

"No, Mushiko’s not coming." The brunette made a proud little noise, as if she herself had refused. "Big brother said Mushiko is working that day, so he won’t be there. And even if he wasn’t, I would’ve refused to let him come."

"You’re disowning your brother-in-law?" asked the blond, letting out a chuckle.

"Mushiko was never my brother-in-law. It’s always been you."

"If you keep saying things like that, you might hurt Xiao."

"No, he doesn’t care." The little girl shrugged indifferently. "One time I told Mushiko I didn’t like him in front of everyone. No one stepped in, and I think big brother was about to laugh."

"You really have quite a strong character." The young man gave a faint laugh, then sighed to calm himself. "Anyway, I’m not sure I’ll come."

"Oh, please!" she pleaded, giving him her best puppy eyes. "I had to bargain with Xiao to get you to come. He said that if I got you to show up, he’d give me his slice of cake."

"I’ll give you my answer later, okay?"

"As long as it’s yes, that’s fine by me!"

Hu Tao stayed with Aether, her energetic and comforting presence filling the office with a gentle warmth. Aether returned to his work, sorting and filing documents with a newfound efficiency. Her presence seemed to lift some of the heavy fog clouding his mind. His fingers moved faster over the papers, his motions more confident, almost as if Hu Tao’s energy was flowing through his veins.

She watched him with kind curiosity, her sparkling eyes following his every move. From time to time, she asked innocent questions about his work, about the files he was handling. Aether responded calmly, grateful for the distraction from his darker thoughts. Each of Hu Tao’s questions was like a small breath of fresh air, pulling his mind from the depths of melancholy back to the simplicity of the present moment.

Hu Tao never seemed to run out of enthusiasm, and her liveliness was contagious. Aether caught himself smiling more than once, even laughing at some of her innocent or funny remarks. It was a balm for his weary heart, a flicker of joy in an otherwise dull day. He felt a deep gratitude for this presence that, without saying anything particularly wise or profound, managed to lighten his burden.

The minutes slipped by quickly. Aether worked with renewed focus, his thoughts falling into place more clearly. Hu Tao remained there, seated with sincere interest, as if she had nothing better to do than share that moment with him. It had been a long time since he’d felt so supported, so understood without having to say a single word about what he was going through.

An hour passed almost without him realizing it. Hu Tao finally stood, her mission accomplished. She smiled at him, a smile filled with the unexpected wisdom she hid beneath her apparent frivolity.

"I have to go—Childe’s waiting so we can do the shopping," she said, a smile on her lips as she patted her skirt back into place. "Do you prefer an ice cream Yule log or a traditional pastry one?"

"I prefer the pastry log," he replied, standing to help her with her coat.

"Oh, me too!" Her eyes sparkled with joy. "That way, we can eat it just the two of us."

"You’re really greedy, be careful with cavities."

"Don’t worry about that, Dad makes sure I brush my teeth every day."

Aether watched her leave, a wave of gratitude washing over him. She had offered him a moment of peace, a welcome pause in the turmoil of his emotions.

As the door closed softly behind her, Aether felt different. The weight on his shoulders seemed a little lighter, his heart a little less burdened. He returned to his work with new resolve, aware that even in the darkest moments, there were always luminous souls like Hu Tao to bring a bit of clarity and warmth.

Aether pulled out his box of chewing gum again and took two, hoping the repetitive motion of chewing might dull the burning urge to smoke gnawing at him. Yet he knew these substitutes had nothing in common with cigarettes—and certainly nothing in common with Xiao’s lips. That bitter comparison left a gaping hole in his chest, a void he struggled to fill despite all his efforts.

Immersed in his files, he tried to maintain the appearance of concentration, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Xiao. Every line he read seemed to blur with memories of the time they had shared. Aether felt the absence like a dull ache, a tangible void that haunted him. He wondered if that feeling would ever fade, or if he was doomed to carry it indefinitely.

As he finished sorting the last reports, his thoughts turned to the upcoming Christmas Eve at the Rex Lapis family home. The invitation hung heavily over his mind, teetering between temptation and dread. Going would mean not only facing Xiao, but also the whole family—people with whom he had shared so many happy moments before everything fell apart.

The very idea of seeing Xiao in that familiar environment, surrounded by loved ones, made his heart race. He feared the reunion as much as he longed for it. Would it be a chance to mend broken bridges, or merely a painful evening full of memories and regret?

Aether knew he would have to make a decision soon, but each option seemed to carry its own share of pain.

Despite the comfort Hu Tao had brought earlier, Aether still felt trapped in a tangle of conflicting emotions. He longed desperately for inner peace, but he knew it wouldn’t come easily. Attending the Christmas Eve gathering might be a way to reconnect with what he had lost, but it could just as easily reopen wounds he wasn’t yet ready to face.

As he closed the final folder, Aether took a deep breath. Evening had fallen outside, and the city lights shimmered faintly through the window. The silence of his office stood in sharp contrast to the turmoil in his mind. He stood, packed away his things, and headed for the door, his thoughts still consumed by the uncertainty of tomorrow. Christmas was supposed to be a time of joy and reunion, but for Aether, it had become a trial of emotional courage.

"If I go... will I have the strength to look them all in the eye?" he murmured to himself, just as he crossed paths with Keqing.

"Oh, Aether," said Keqing, pulling on her coat. "I thought I was the last one in the office."

"Ah, I was just finishing up a few files Ganyu brought me earlier this afternoon." Aether tried to smile, but his lips seemed to form more of a grimace.

"Are you still unsettled and shaken by the situation with your former fiancé?" asked the purple-haired woman as she searched for her gloves. "You know, your face betrays every emotion you’re feeling."

"Let’s just say that’s part of it… and that there are other things too."

"You should try to leave your worries aside tomorrow. It’s the holiday season—enjoy time with your family."

"Yeah, probably." The blond lowered his gaze to his shoes, ashamed of being seen in such a state. "I hope you enjoy the holidays too, Keqing."

"I intend to." She let out a soft chuckle and picked up her bag, as if to signal she was ready to leave. "My most sincere advice: leave your work troubles here and try to forget about them when you're with the people who matter to you."

Aether watched Keqing disappear into the falling snow, her graceful steps fading into the distance. The soft golden glow of the streetlamps reflected off the flakes, casting an almost fairytale-like shimmer over the street. And yet, Aether felt none of its magic. He opened his umbrella with a sharp snap that merged into the hush of snowfall. After locking up the real estate office, he stepped into the city streets, his thoughts consumed entirely by Xiao.

Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the snow-covered ground were pulling the strength from his legs. The streets bustled with activity—people weaving through one another, arms full of wrapped presents, faces flushed from the cold and the excitement of the season. But Aether felt completely detached from this joyful chaos. His gaze was drawn, almost instinctively, toward the Starbucks where Xiao worked. When he reached the front window, he stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

Through the fogged glass, he caught sight of Xiao behind the counter, focused intently on preparing drinks. There was a quiet precision to Xiao’s movements—fluid, composed—speaking to a deep familiarity with his space. That subtle elegance still had the power to mesmerize Aether. And then, suddenly, their eyes met. Xiao looked up, and their gazes locked for a heartbeat—an instant filled with recognition, and something much deeper. Pain. Aether panicked and looked away quickly, forcing his legs to carry him forward again, even as his chest threatened to collapse under the weight of his racing heart.

As he walked on, Christmas carols spilled from the nearby shops, drilling into his ears like a cruel irony. Each cheerful note only magnified the bleak contrast of his own sorrow, sharpening the ache in his chest. Snow continued to drift down in silent flurries, blanketing the city in white, but Aether found no comfort in the idyllic scene. His breath came out in shallow, visible clouds, and each inhalation felt more difficult than the last.

He wandered aimlessly, his thoughts caught in a whirlwind of Xiao—of that brief moment of eye contact that had torn open all the emotions he had tried so hard to bury. Why was it so difficult to let go? Why did every accidental meeting, every shared glance, reopen wounds he had believed long healed?

Aether knew he couldn’t run forever from his emotions, yet facing them felt just as impossible.

Christmas lights flickered all around him, but he felt engulfed in an inner darkness. Snow gathered slowly on the surface of his umbrella, forming a soft, white crust. Still he walked, as though hoping the freezing cold might dull the pain inside him. But not even the biting wind could numb the storm that raged within—a constant reminder of lost love and regrets that clung to him like a shadow.

He stopped once more in front of the sporting goods store, his eyes drawn to the glowing display window. The basketball Xiao had wanted for so long still sat proudly among other gear, its glossy surface catching the glint of holiday lights and flashing neon signs. Aether stood motionless, memories of shared dreams and half-whispered conversations rising in his mind like ghosts. Behind him, the crowd moved on, laughing and chatting, their voices blending into a festive, distant melody he could no longer join.

The idea of attending the Rex Lapis Christmas Eve gathering slowly began to take shape in Aether’s mind. Perhaps it could be a chance to reconnect with Xiao, to reclaim a past he had never truly managed to leave behind. Offering gifts might be a first step toward reconciliation—a gesture of goodwill. The basketball would be the perfect present, a symbol of the joyful moments they had shared and the dreams they had once built together.

Resolved, Aether pushed open the door of the store. A bell chimed softly above him, announcing his entrance. The warm, welcoming atmosphere inside was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. Shelves brimmed with all manner of sports gear, and the familiar scent of new leather and rubber filled the air. Aether moved slowly forward, his steps barely echoing across the wooden floor. He headed straight to the display case where the basketball was showcased.

His fingers trembled slightly as he picked it up, the textured grain of the leather familiar beneath his touch. Every detail stirred vivid memories—shared laughter on the basketball court, passionate debates about players and matches, promises made and never kept. Aether took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotion rising within him.

He made his way to the counter to pay. The cashier, a warm smile on her face, carefully wrapped the ball in festive paper. While she worked, Aether’s thoughts drifted to what other gifts he might bring for the Rex Lapis family. Perhaps fine chocolates for Hu Tao, an elegant scarf for Zhongli… Each gift had to be chosen with care, reflecting his desire to mend old ties and show the depth of his sincerity.

"You know," said the cashier kindly, "you could have something engraved on the basketball to make it more personal. If the person you're giving it to means a lot to you, you should show them your love."

"I think I’d like that," Aether replied, hesitating slightly as he tried to decide what to have inscribed.

"Don’t overthink it," she said with a sincere smile. "Just write what’s in your heart."

"All right, then..."

When he stepped out of the store, his arms full of packages, snow was still falling gently, covering the city in a pristine white layer. Aether felt just a little lighter, as if this simple act of choosing gifts had already begun to soothe some of the wounds inside him. The thought of spending Christmas Eve at the Rex Lapis home no longer filled him with dread, but instead had become a flicker of hope—an opportunity to draw closer to those he loved, and perhaps find a measure of peace.

As he walked through the glowing streets, the Christmas carols echoing around him no longer sounded quite so melancholic. With every step, he moved not only physically but emotionally toward a future in which reconciliation and happiness still seemed possible. The packages held tightly against his chest, Aether returned home with a renewed sense of determination—and the faint, but precious, feeling of serenity.

"Maybe Childe would be interested in a new tea set?" Aether mused aloud, holding the gift tightly against his chest. "He always puts Zhongli before himself... For Zhongli, I should probably get some gift cards from a tea shop. As for Hu Tao... I think she’d like a plush toy."

Aether set off again to buy more gifts, his thoughts drifting toward each member of the Rex Lapis family. He pictured their smiling faces as they unwrapped their presents, hoping each choice would reflect the affection and care he carried for them.

He first headed to a refined tea boutique he knew Childe favored. The shop was small but elegant, its shelves overflowing with colorful tins of tea and delicate cups. As he stepped inside, Aether was immediately enveloped by the calming scent of infused tea leaves. He moved slowly past the displays, searching for a set that would suit Childe—a man who cherished life’s quiet pleasures and loved sharing them with his husband, Zhongli. At last, he found it: a fine porcelain tea set, adorned with delicate patterns and accompanied by a selection of rare teas. Aether knew Childe would appreciate the gesture—an invitation to moments of calm and connection.

Next, he made his way to a shop that sold gift cards, thinking carefully about Zhongli’s tastes. Aether recalled the man’s passionate discussions about tea and his deep appreciation for the art of tea ceremonies. He selected several gift cards for specialty tea stores, imagining Zhongli exploring them with quiet delight, discovering new blends to savor. By choosing these, Aether hoped to offer not only exquisite flavors, but the enriching experience of selecting them.

For Hu Tao, he decided to visit a toy store. As he wandered through the brightly colored aisles, filled with plush toys and cheerful chaos, he remembered how much she adored cute, comforting things. He soon found a giant stuffed panda with a red ribbon tied around its neck, and he could immediately imagine Hu Tao throwing her arms around it in joy. The toy was soft and inviting—an ideal gift for someone who brought so much happiness to those around her. Aether hoped it would become a comforting companion for her, a gentle presence in moments of quiet solitude.

With his arms now full of parcels, Aether made his way to the register. The line was long, and the voices of other shoppers blended with the distant hum of Christmas music playing in the background. He allowed himself to sink into the festive atmosphere, his thoughts adrift in the imagined joy of his friends as they unwrapped their gifts. He hoped that these small offerings, though simple, might strengthen the bonds they shared and create lasting memories.

As he stepped out of the last store, snow continued to fall gently, adding a magical touch to the evening. Aether walked slowly, savoring the serenity of the moment. Christmas lights sparkled all around him, and the sound of carols echoed through the crisp night air. Each step brought him closer to Christmas Eve—an opportunity to reunite with his friends, and perhaps, to begin healing some of the wounds of the past.

"Your arms are full. Would you like some help?" someone asked from behind him.

Aether turned around to face Xiao, who was holding a small gift bag.

"I...," he tried to say, then nodded up and down. "I’d be glad to, thank you."

The dark-haired young man took the largest gift from the blond’s arms — the one containing Hu Tao’s plush toy.

"So, are you coming after all?" Xiao asked again, turning his head toward him. "My father called me, saying you’d agreed."

"Ah, yes," murmured the young man with long blond hair. "I didn’t think you’d be spending Christmas with your family either. You seemed hesitant at first."

"I figured it had been a very long time since I last saw them," replied the young man with black-green hair simply. "Besides, Mushiko isn’t here. So the fairest thing was to spend some time with them."

"You’re right. Family is the most important thing."

"And you—were you supposed to spend Christmas with someone?"

"To be honest, no," Aether admitted, then coughed nervously. "Lumine couldn’t make it home for the holidays, and I didn’t have the money for a plane ticket."

"You would have spent the holidays alone..." Xiao murmured, his tone almost guilty.

"No, I would have stayed with my cat."

"I mean real company..."

Xiao walked Aether home, the two of them side by side beneath the snowy veil. Their footsteps softly crunched on the frozen ground, creating a calming rhythm despite the palpable tension between them. Aether felt the reassuring presence of Xiao by his side — a feeling he missed terribly. Arriving at Aether’s apartment door, they paused for a moment, exchanging a look heavy with unspoken memories and emotions.

Aether opened the door, inviting Xiao inside. Together, they set the gifts down in the entryway, their hands occasionally brushing, each touch sending an electric jolt through Aether’s heart. Xiao, still silent, held tightly to a small gift bag that seemed to come from a jewelry store. This detail did not escape Aether’s notice, stirring a curiosity mixed with nostalgia.

As the packages piled up in the entryway, Xiao straightened and searched Aether’s eyes one last time. There was an indefinable sadness in that gaze—a melancholy that pierced Aether’s soul. Before he could say anything, Xiao abruptly turned away, leaving behind a trail of silence and regret. Aether followed him with his eyes, watching his figure recede down the hallway, the jewelry bag still clutched in his hand.

Aether gently closed the door, the sound of the lock somehow amplifying the emptiness now reigning in the apartment. He was overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions—sadness, hope, confusion. Xiao had come, had helped, and left without a word, leaving behind an aura of mystery and countless unanswered questions. Aether slid down against the door, closing his eyes, trying to control the whirlwind of thoughts flooding his mind.

Slowly, he stood up, forcing himself to regain composure. His hands trembled slightly as he began to put away the gifts, each package reminding him of the afternoon they had spent together. The small gift bag from Xiao lingered in his thoughts. What did it contain? Why had Xiao kept it with him, without saying a word? These questions spun in a loop inside his mind, feeding a quiet, gnawing anxiety.

The evening was cold and silent, broken only by the soothing purr of his cat.

As he drifted into a restless sleep, the unspoken words and unfinished gestures between him and Xiao wove themselves into his dreams, creating a world where past and present blurred. Xiao’s presence—even fleeting—had rekindled a flame Aether thought long extinguished, leaving him with a heart heavy with regret and hope, tangled beyond separation.

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Aether walked quietly down the street, his footsteps crunching softly against the fresh snow. The night was clear and cold, and the Christmas lights lit up the houses and streets, casting a magical glow. He carried a large bag filled with the gifts he had carefully chosen, his heart pounding with both apprehension and excitement.

It was seven o’clock on Christmas Eve, and Aether was on his way to the Rex Lapis household. He had taken the time to prepare himself with care for the occasion. His long blond hair was tied back into a low ponytail—disciplined yet elegant—while a few loose strands framed his face with gentle grace. He wore a thick beige sweater, warm and cozy, which contrasted perfectly with his fitted black trousers, adding a touch of refinement to his appearance.

Snow was falling softly, adding a layer of purity and calm to the scene. Aether felt the cold nip gently at his cheeks, but he welcomed the sensation—it kept him alert, grounded in the moment. With every step, he drew closer to the Rex Lapis home, and with each one, his thoughts swirled. He wondered how he would be received, whether he could keep the tumult of his emotions hidden, and above all, whether he would be able to bear the sight of Xiao without his heart breaking further.

The glimmer of Christmas decorations reflected in his eyes, but they could not outshine the worry and hope flooding his chest. Aether had made the choice to come—to face his feelings and the people he loved, even with the wounds still so raw. He hoped that this evening might bring some form of reconciliation, or at the very least, some measure of peace.

He walked with purpose, his numb fingers gripping the handles of the gift bag tightly. Each breath escaped his lips in pale clouds, a visible testament to the frozen air around him. The voices of passing strangers, joyful and festive, echoed nearby, but he felt strangely apart from it all—enclosed in a bubble of memories and quiet reflection.

As he neared the house, he could already see the warm lights through the windows and hear the bursts of laughter and lively conversation within. Aether’s heart clenched tighter at the sight of this familiar, welcoming scene. He drew in a deep breath, steeling himself for the emotions he knew would come.

Climbing the steps to the front door, each one thudding in his chest like an amplified heartbeat, Aether paused. He took one last breath, tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, and pressed the doorbell. The sound rang out into the silent night, marking the beginning of an evening that he hoped might bring answers—and perhaps the first glimmers of healing for his wounded heart.

"Ah, good evening, Aether!" Childe exclaimed warmly, leaning in to shake his hand. "Come on in, let me help you."

"Thank you very much, Childe."

Childe took the heavy bag of presents from Aether’s hands with a bright, welcoming smile, relieving him of his burden. Still numb from the cold outside, Aether stepped inside and began unbuttoning his coat, his fingers trembling slightly. The thick fabric slipped from his shoulders, and Childe took it as well, hanging it carefully before heading over to the Christmas tree to place the gifts beneath its heavily adorned branches.

Aether’s eyes immediately caught sight of the small pouch Xiao had held the day before. Seeing it there, nestled among the other packages, unleashed a wave of memories and emotions that briefly overwhelmed him. He forced himself to look away, letting his gaze wander around the room in search of distraction.

As he entered the living room, he was greeted by a scene full of warmth and quiet joy. Zhongli sat at the table, watching television with a glass of wine in hand. The aura of wisdom and tranquility he radiated lent the room a peaceful harmony. Nearby, Hu Tao was playing on the rug with her dolls, her carefree laughter adding a touch of magic to the evening.

When she saw Aether, Hu Tao jumped to her feet, abandoning her dolls without a second thought, and ran to him. Her arms wrapped around his waist in a joyful, affectionate hug, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Aether felt a flicker of warmth blossom in his chest at the contact, grateful for the sincerity and love the little girl so freely gave him.

As he looked up, he saw Xiao descending the stairs, his presence casting a quiet stillness over the room. He was dressed simply, yet carried himself with a natural elegance that made him all the more striking. Their eyes met across the room, and a surge of anticipation and unease welled up inside Aether. Just seeing Xiao again reminded him of the depth of his feelings—and the weight of everything left unsaid between them.

Tears prickled behind Aether’s eyes, but he held them back, focusing instead on the details around him so he wouldn't be swept away. The Christmas decorations, the twinkling lights, the laughter of the guests—everything only deepened the contrast between the warmth in the room and the lingering chill of absence that still clung to his heart.

He slowly made his way toward the table where Zhongli was seated, forcing a smile and attempting to join the conversation. But each word, each shared memory, each glance exchanged with Xiao reminded him of the complexity of what he felt. Every compliment, every laugh seemed to both bring him closer to and further from the sense of peace he so desperately sought.

As he took his seat, Hu Tao clung to his hand, her enthusiasm and innocence offering a welcome comfort. Aether allowed himself to be drawn into the conversation, participating as much as he could, though his mind kept drifting back to Xiao. He couldn’t stop wondering what was inside that little pouch, what this evening might bring, and whether he’d finally find the courage to say what weighed so heavily on his heart.

"You sure took your time!" Hu Tao exclaimed, slightly annoyed that he had arrived only now. "I wanted you to come by six o’clock! That way I could have shown you all my new dolls, and we could’ve played together."

"Calm down, Hu Tao," Zhongli said gently, while Aether offered her an apologetic smile. "You know, Aether is also busy with work."

"Exactly, Hu Tao," Childe chimed in teasingly. "You saw that for yourself when you visited his agency, didn’t you?"

"That’s not fair."

"Nothing’s fair, my dear."

"Dad, do you want me to bring out the appetizers?" Xiao asked, heading toward the kitchen.

"Yes, please," Zhongli replied as he poured red wine into the adults’ glasses. "And bring some iced tea for your sister, would you?"

Aether sat across from Zhongli, feeling the solid weight of the chair beneath him as he adjusted his posture to appear more relaxed. Childe, ever jovial, took his place at the end of the table, radiating his usual easy charisma. Hu Tao, reluctantly sitting next to her father despite her silent protests, shot Aether a plaintive glance, clearly wishing she could be closer to him. The empty seat beside Aether now seemed to carry a silent anticipation.

Minutes passed, and Aether tried to focus on the ongoing conversation. He listened to Zhongli speak with his usual elegance, his carefully chosen words bringing a composed serenity to the table. Yet, part of Aether’s attention remained fixed on the empty space next to him—a void that felt like a symbol of all the things left unsaid, of yearnings unfulfilled.

Tension stirred when Xiao returned to the room, carrying a tray of appetizers. Aether’s heartbeat quickened, every movement Xiao made drawing his gaze like a magnet. Xiao set down the snacks with quiet poise, then poured a glass of iced tea for his sister, his gestures precise and full of care.

Aether watched as Xiao sat down beside him, the sudden closeness thickening the air with an almost unbearable weight. The subtle scent of Xiao reached him, unleashing a flood of memories and emotions. Aether’s hand, resting on the table, trembled slightly, betraying the intensity of what he was feeling.

Their arms brushed briefly, sending a jolt through Aether’s body like a spark of electricity. He tried to focus on the food in front of him, but every small movement from Xiao, every quiet breath, only heightened the other’s presence. Aether’s heart pounded painfully in his chest, the proximity reigniting emotions he had long struggled to bury.

Around the table, the laughter and conversation continued, but for Aether, the world had shrunk to the single presence at his side. He remembered past evenings like this one—meals shared, laughter exchanged, quiet confidences whispered into the night. But now, those memories were tinged with melancholy and regret.

Aether felt caught between the desire to reclaim that lost intimacy and the fear of the consequences. The warmth of Xiao's body beside him brought a strange comfort, but also a dull ache—a constant reminder of what they had once been and what might never be again. The silence between them was thick with unspoken words, and each passing second became a quiet struggle, torn between the urge to speak and the need to remain silent, afraid to reopen wounds that had barely begun to heal.

The evening continued, the voices around the table blending with the soft carols playing in the background. Despite his efforts to participate in the festivities, Aether couldn’t shake the constant pull in his chest—his mind drifting between past and present, between the love he still held for Xiao and the complicated reality of where they now stood.

“So, Xiao, are you avoiding your old man because of work?” Zhongli asked suddenly, shifting the cheerful mood to something a little more serious. “You used to stop by at least once a week. Is something wrong?”

“Let’s just say Mushiko needs me around a lot…” Xiao replied in a quieter voice.

“I don’t like that Mushiko,” Hu Tao grumbled while munching on chips. “Once, he told me I was too immature and that I should grow up. He’s the one who needs to grow up, not me!”

“What are you complaining about?” Xiao asked with a faint, amused smile. “You hit him with your doll afterward.”

Aether and Childe burst into laughter on their side of the table, then exchanged glances.

“He deserved it.”

“Easy, sweetheart,” Childe said before taking a sip of his wine. “Let’s not badmouth your brother’s boyfriend, alright?”

“His boyfriend is Aether, not Mushiko.” Hu Tao wore a proud expression as Aether nearly choked on his drink. “Plus, Mushiko tries to copy Aether to win big brother’s heart. He thinks he can be like him, but he’s not even handsome. Right, Xiao can prove it!”

“Anyway,” Zhongli interjected calmly, as if to smooth over the rising tension. “It would be good for you to talk to Mushiko. Even if Hu Tao doesn’t show it, she misses you a lot.”

“Yes, I’ll try.”

“By the way, Aether,” Childe said, turning his attention to the blond, who had remained rather quiet until then. “How have things been since you left? Made any new friends? Someone special in your life? Going out much? Tell us everything.”

Xiao’s golden eyes turned suddenly toward Aether, patiently waiting for his response.

“None of the above,” the blond-haired young man replied, forcing a smile. “I’ve been more focused on my career. I rarely go out—not really in the mood, to be honest.”

“You should still enjoy life a little, you’re young.”

“Yeah, get revenge on big brother!” the little girl cried out, shooting a glare at Xiao. “You’re allowed to have a temporary boyfriend just to get back at him! But after that, you have to get back together with him.”

“I don’t think it works that way…” muttered the older man with brown hair, gently placing his hand over his daughter’s. “Why don’t you tell us about your school day instead?”

“Yeah, tell us the story about when you made someone eat dirt,” Xiao added, trying to steer the mood away from the awkwardness.

“Okay! So I was in the playground and…”

The evening had taken on a lighter tone after the tense discussion about Mushiko. Hu Tao, with her sharp wit and boundless energy, had managed to ease the atmosphere as she began recounting her school day. She enthusiastically described her little exploits, friendships, and daily adventures, capturing everyone’s attention. The snacks had disappeared quickly, and the glasses of tea and juice were emptied just as fast.

Despite his efforts to fully engage in the conversation, Aether couldn’t help but cast furtive glances at Xiao. He watched his former love with quiet intensity, searching for signs—any indication of how he was really doing. Xiao appeared unscathed, his face free of visible wounds. And yet, the high black turtleneck he wore, covering his neck and part of his chest, hinted at something hidden—perhaps bruises, or healing cuts tucked away beneath the fabric.

The discussions at the table flowed effortlessly, touching on a variety of subjects. Childe and Zhongli were animatedly discussing their latest decoration plans for the house. Childe, ever passionate and expressive, described in vivid detail the color schemes and themes he had in mind, while Zhongli added thoughtful, measured commentary, his calm presence grounding his husband’s enthusiasm.

Hu Tao, meanwhile, was constantly vying for Aether’s attention. She tugged at his sleeve, called his name, eager to show him the drawings and small toys she’d brought with her. Her joyful and innocent presence was a balm to Aether’s heart—a welcome distraction from the storm of thoughts he was struggling to contain.

Still, questions about Mushiko kept resurfacing in the conversation. His repeated absences from family gatherings were a topic of speculation and concern. Aether listened distantly, feeling caught between his loyalty to Xiao and a growing sense of curiosity.

Eventually, the conversation naturally turned toward Aether himself. They asked how work was going at the real estate agency, whether he’d made any new acquaintances, how he was doing in his love life. Though he smiled politely, each question left a small ache in his chest. He answered vaguely, masking the truth of his feelings behind polite, noncommittal replies.

His thoughts, however, always circled back to Xiao. The glances they exchanged—brief, but charged with meaning—spoke volumes of the emotions they had yet to voice. Aether felt a quiet, persistent tension between them, a connection they could neither deny nor fully confront. Every smile from Xiao, every subtle movement, stirred memories and desires within him—feelings he tried, unsuccessfully, to push away.

The evening wore on, laughter and conversation continuing to flow around the table. Though surrounded by warmth and conviviality, Aether felt somewhat isolated, caught in the snare of his own thoughts and emotions. He tried to anchor himself in the present moment, to enjoy the company of his friends, but his heart and mind were irresistibly drawn to Xiao, and the uncertainty of their future still weighed heavily upon him.

"Want some turkey, Aether?" Xiao asked suddenly, just as Aether realized everyone else had gone to the kitchen. "I know you're not big on meat, so I figured I'd ask."

"Ah, yes—sure," he replied nervously, only then becoming aware of how close the other’s face had come. "That’s kind of you, thank you."

"No problem. Actually, I wanted to ask you something," Xiao added as he settled back into his chair. "Do you think we could talk about what happened a few days ago?"

"I…" The blond bit his lower lip, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I suppose… yes. But maybe we should wait until after the holidays. A colleague of mine once said that some problems belong to certain places—and we should only deal with them when we return to those places."

"Don’t worry, I wasn’t trying to spoil the evening," he murmured, leaning a little closer to his ear. "I just want you to feel more at ease. Ever since you arrived, I can tell you’ve been tense."

"No, that’s not true..."

"Then why are you tugging at your sweater?"

"Because it’s too short."

"Looks plenty long to me."

A familiar warmth stirred within Aether as Xiao’s face inched closer to his ear. A delicate flush bloomed across his cheeks, and his heart thudded more forcefully in his chest. The rest of the family remained in the kitchen, absorbed in preparing the Christmas meal—thankfully, no one could see this quiet, intimate moment unfolding in the living room.

Turning his head ever so slightly, Aether felt Xiao’s breath graze his cheek—a subtle, electric touch. This nearness awakened a complex tangle of emotions within him, a whirl of memories and desires. He felt vulnerable and laid bare, yet irresistibly drawn to the closeness they had rekindled.

The scent of Xiao—a gentle blend of coffee and soap—brought back quiet mornings they had once shared, those fragments of time before the chaos of the day took hold. Aether let himself drift in those sensations, eyes half-closed, savoring each second despite the palpable tension that hung between them.

The sounds from the kitchen—the muffled laughter, the clatter of cutlery—felt distant, almost unreal. For Aether, the outside world was dissolving, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in a hush of unspoken longing. His thoughts strayed to what they had lost—and what they might still recover.

He could feel the softness of Xiao’s skin just inches from his own, and an irrepressible urge to turn, to close that final sliver of space between them, rose within him. Every fibre of his being was alert, drawn taut toward that fragile, precious connection. Aether wondered whether Xiao felt the same intensity—whether this closeness meant as much to him.

His hand trembled slightly where it rested on the table. He wanted to reach for Xiao, to touch that beloved, reassuring presence—but hesitation held him back. Memories of past arguments, of misunderstandings and wounding words, mingled with the recollection of tenderness and shared complicity.

Aether, his breath shallow, struggled to regain control over his emotions. He didn’t want to give in to impulsiveness, but Xiao’s nearness made the task nearly impossible. Caught in a moment of silent intimacy, Xiao’s gaze revealed a shared depth, a pain mirrored in both their eyes.

In that suspended instant, Aether realized that, despite everything, the love he bore for Xiao was still just as strong, just as alive. The revelation, though obvious, struck him with quiet force, and he accepted it with a serenity tinged with sorrow. Their paths had been winding, troubled, yet this connection—so fragile, so precious—endured against all odds.

As the voices from the kitchen grew louder, gently pulling Aether back into reality, he remained still, savoring this final moment of closeness before the outside world called them back. Xiao and he, though separated by the twists and turns of life, remained bound by an invisible, unbreakable thread.

“You should move back, or else…”

“Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll…”
Aether’s words were abruptly cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps. He jerked away from Xiao, who didn’t move.

“Boys, can you clear the table?” Childe asked, raising a brow swiftly. “We’re about to set the plates, and we’re a bit busy in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Xiao replied simply, reaching for the bottles on the table.

Moments later, the calm of the living room was interrupted by the return of Zhongli, Hu Tao, and Childe, each carrying carefully prepared dishes. The delicious aromas of roasted turkey, grilled vegetables, and warm spices filled the air, wrapping the room in a festive, welcoming warmth. Aether, still slightly unsettled by his earlier closeness to Xiao, tried to compose himself as everyone gathered once more around the table.

Hu Tao, brimming with enthusiasm, clambered onto her chair beside her father, her face glowing with delight at the sight of the food. Childe, wearing his signature grin, began to serve the dishes, while Zhongli, ever poised and elegant, ensured that everything was perfectly in order. Aether felt a little more at ease now, the others’ cheerful presence helping to dissolve the lingering tension that had seized him moments before.

The meal began in an atmosphere of cheerful warmth, the conversation flowing easily, overlapping in harmony. Hu Tao animatedly recounted amusing stories from her school days, making everyone laugh with her exaggerated impressions of her classmates. Though distracted by his thoughts, Aether couldn’t help but smile at her antics, finding in that childlike simplicity a welcome sense of comfort.

Glasses of wine and iced tea emptied quickly, accompanying the laughter and stories exchanged around the table. Aether joined in the conversations, answering questions about his life with renewed interest, though a part of his mind remained fixed on Xiao. He couldn’t help but steal discreet glances at him, noting every expression, every movement.

Xiao, despite his efforts to appear relaxed, seemed equally absorbed in his own thoughts. His gaze would occasionally meet Aether’s, and in those brief moments of eye contact, a silent understanding passed between them—heavy with all that remained unsaid. Memories of their shared past, both good and bad, floated between them, creating a palpable but not unpleasant tension.

As the conversations continued, Zhongli and Childe spoke of their new decorating plans for the house, sharing ideas and inspirations with a common passion. Aether listened, appreciating the dynamic between the two, their evident complicity. He also noticed the way Childe cast affectionate glances toward Zhongli, a tenderness that warmed the general atmosphere.

Hu Tao, ever eager to capture Aether’s attention, clung to every word he spoke, her eyes bright with curiosity and admiration. Her presence, though sometimes overwhelming, offered Aether a certain relief—a welcome distraction from his troubled thoughts.

The meal went on, dishes following one another in perfect harmony. Each bite, each flavor, contributed to creating a moment of respite—an oasis where, despite the underlying tensions, everyone could find a semblance of peace. Aether savored these moments, even if tinged with melancholy, aware that for now, he was surrounded by people who, despite everything, cared for him.

“Well, I think we’re letting the evening drag on a bit too long,” Zhongli said, chuckling softly. “If we don’t get to bed soon, Santa won’t come for Hu Tao.”

“That’s true, you’re right,” Childe added as he cleared away the boxes of yule logs and ice cream cakes. “If Santa sees you’re still here, Hu Tao, you won’t get any presents—and they’ll be given to other children.”

“No! I don’t want that!” Hu Tao exclaimed, unhappy. “Besides, I already got my Christmas present!”

“What did you ask for?” Xiao asked, curious about what his sister might have wished for.

“I asked for you to get back together with Aether.”

Both boys choked on their water and blushed.

“We’re not back together,” protested the dark-haired one, still flushed. “Don’t spout nonsense.”

“You are, I even saw you kiss!” the little girl shouted, while her two fathers widened their eyes. “You got closer to Aether—I saw it!”

“I think we should wrap up the evening…” Childe murmured, then laughed nervously. “By the way, Aether, you should stay over tonight.”

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother. I don’t live far anyway,” Aether interjected, a little panicked. “I can go home.”

“Hu Tao will probably want you here when we exchange gifts, won’t you?” Zhongli asked, looking to his little daughter, who nodded enthusiastically. “But you’ll have to sleep in Xiao’s room. We don’t have any air mattresses, and usually when you came, you slept with him…”

“I don’t mind,” Xiao said, shrugging.

“Alright…” the blond muttered, tugging again at his sweater.

After the table had been cleared, Aether felt his heart beat faster at the thought of sharing a room with Xiao. The evening had been pleasant, but now the reality of the situation weighed heavily on him. He climbed the stairs, each step echoing in the silence of the sleeping house, followed closely by Xiao. The festivities had given way to a troubling intimacy, a promise of closeness that made him nervous.

Once inside the room, Xiao closed the door behind them—a gesture that felt to Aether like a definitive act, cutting off the outside world and the others, leaving only their two presences. Xiao wore a simple, dark pajama that accentuated his slender frame. Aether felt vulnerable in the borrowed pajamas he had put on—a comfortable outfit, yet somehow inappropriate in this context.

He turned his gaze toward the bed. A double bed, wide and inviting, yet it represented far more than a mere piece of furniture. That bed symbolized a reclaimed intimacy, a physical and emotional closeness that stirred up buried memories and feelings. It had been a year since he had last shared a bed with Xiao, and the thought of lying beside him again, in this nocturnal vulnerability, made him uneasy.

Aether felt a warmth rise to his cheeks as his thoughts raced. He recalled the nights they had spent together, moments of tenderness and complicity they had shared. Each memory seemed to revive emotions he had tried to suppress. The fear of reopening the wounds of their separation mingled with a gentle nostalgia for happier times. He found himself studying the bed as if trying to read the traces of their past, of what they had been together.

Xiao, for his part, appeared calm, but Aether sensed a certain tension in his movements. He carefully folded his clothes, placing them on a chair before sitting on the edge of the bed. Aether did the same, his movements slightly trembling as he tried to relax. He felt observed, the weight of Xiao’s gaze adding to his unease.

Slipping beneath the covers, Aether was overcome by a wave of nervousness, his senses heightened by Xiao’s proximity. The warmth of his body beside him, the rustling of the sheets—everything seemed intensified. Aether stared at the ceiling, trying to steady the pounding of his heart. He could hear Xiao’s steady breathing, each breath a constant reminder of his presence.

The silence in the room was heavy, laden with unspoken words and restrained emotions. Aether felt as if he were walking a tightrope, every thought and every movement threatening to shatter this fragile balance. He recalled the reasons for their separation—the misunderstandings and wounds that had carved a gulf between them. Yet despite it all, he felt an irresistible attraction, a longing to reconnect, to reclaim that lost intimacy.

He dared to glance at Xiao, trying to decipher his thoughts. The dim light revealed the features of his face—an expression of apparent serenity, but with a flicker of contemplation in his eyes. Aether wondered if he felt the same tension, the same confusion between happy memories and the pain of the past.

"Don’t be so nervous, it’s not the first time we’ve shared a bed," Xiao whispered in the darkness of the room.

"I know, but it’s the first time we’re sharing a bed as just friends," Aether murmured, pressed against the edge of the bed.

"What difference does it make?"

"Lots of things."

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that I can’t cuddle up to you like I used to do so I could fall asleep."

"You can."

In the darkness of the room, silence was broken only by Xiao’s calm breathing and the soft rustle of the sheets. Lying on his side, Aether felt torn between nervousness and a strange sense of comfort. His body seemed to act independently of his will, instinctively seeking the warmth radiating from Xiao beside him. The proximity of his ex-lover awakened dormant memories—fragments of shared nights, tenderness, and intimacy. His thoughts spun in a loop, a waltz of regrets and unspoken desires.

Suddenly, he felt Xiao’s arms wrap around his waist with unexpected gentleness. The touch of Xiao’s hands against his skin through the light fabric of his pajamas sent a cascade of shivers down his spine. Xiao pulled him gently closer, and Aether let himself be drawn in, his tense muscles slowly relaxing under the familiar embrace. The blankets around them formed a protective cocoon, isolating them from the rest of the world and creating an intimate space just for the two of them.

The warmth of Xiao’s body pressed against his was comforting, almost soothing. Aether felt his breath synchronize with Xiao’s, their breathing forming a soft, steady melody. Each heartbeat seemed slower, every movement heavier with meaning. The sensation of Xiao’s arms around him brought to the surface a flood of feelings he had tried to suppress. The softness of this embrace contrasted sharply with the emotional storm raging inside him.

The scent of Xiao—a blend of his usual shampoo and a subtle woody note—filled Aether’s nostrils, stirring memories of shared moments. He closed his eyes, letting himself be overwhelmed by the closeness, feeling both vulnerable and protected. Memories of nights spent together, muffled laughter beneath the covers, and whispered conversations late into the night flooded his mind. He remembered how Xiao used to hold him, as if never wanting to let go.

Tears welled up in Aether’s eyes, but he held them back, unwilling to break the magic of the moment. He simply nestled closer, savoring the warmth and safety of the embrace. He could feel the steady beat of Xiao’s heart against his back, a soothing rhythm that seemed to promise him everything would be alright, even if only for this night. This silent embrace spoke volumes for the feelings they had yet to find words for.

The weight of their past separation, misunderstandings, and regrets seemed to lighten beneath this hold. For the first time in a long while, Aether felt where he belonged—right here, right now. The warmth of Xiao, the gentleness of his hold, was all he needed in that instant.

He knew tomorrow might bring complications and unanswered questions, but for now, he let himself be cradled by the comfort of this shared moment, wrapped in the blankets, nestled against the one he still loved deeply.

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The next morning, Aether slowly opened his eyes, emerging from a deep and restful sleep. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. The first thing he noticed was the enveloping warmth around him, and then he realized he was still wrapped in Xiao’s arms. Their bodies were so close that his face was nestled into the curve of Xiao’s neck, his nostrils filled with the familiar, soothing scent of his former lover.

Their legs were tangled beneath the sheets, creating a sense of closeness and intimacy that Aether had missed for so long. He could feel every slight movement Xiao made in his sleep, every breath brushing gently against his cheek. Xiao was still deeply asleep, his breathing steady and warm against Aether’s skin, sending shivers of contentment down his spine. Aether found himself unable to move—not out of fear of waking him, but because of a deep desire to prolong this moment of comfort and safety.

He remained still, savoring the feeling of Xiao’s arms around him. Their chests rose and fell in almost perfect unison, creating a silent harmony between their bodies. Aether could feel Xiao’s heartbeat against his own, a soothing rhythm that echoed in the quiet morning. He remembered so many mornings just like this, waking up wrapped in that same embrace, feeling loved and protected.

Memories of the nights they had shared rushed back to him, bringing with them a wave of nostalgia and melancholy. He remembered the mornings when they’d wake up and exchange sleepy glances and knowing smiles, soft whispers and stolen kisses. Every detail of those memories felt vividly present in this moment, brought to life by the warmth and closeness of Xiao.

Aether closed his eyes for a moment, trying to etch this instant into his memory. He knew how fleeting and precious moments like these were, and he didn’t want to lose any part of it. The contrast between the sweetness of this waking and the torment he had experienced in recent times was striking.
Here, in Xiao’s arms, he felt whole again, as if every missing piece of his heart had been temporarily put back together.

Despite the lingering pain of their separation and the uncertainties of what lay ahead, Aether allowed himself to surrender to this peaceful moment. He took a deep breath, savoring the comforting scent of Xiao and the feeling of his arms around him. Every breath, every heartbeat seemed to whisper a silent promise of solace and understanding.

Reality would catch up with them soon—he knew that. But for now, wrapped in this embrace, Aether chose to lose himself in the tranquility of the present. The outside world, with all its complications and challenges, could wait a little longer. For now, he simply basked in the sweetness and safety of Xiao’s arms, lulled by the soothing melody of their intertwined breaths.

When Xiao woke up, Aether felt the shift immediately—the change in his companion’s breathing, from the steady rhythm of sleep to the quiet alertness of wakefulness. Still drowsy, Xiao instinctively tightened his hold around Aether, nestling his face into Aether’s blond hair. That simple, protective gesture made Aether’s heart beat a little faster, as if each pulse were trying to preserve the tenderness of the moment.

He remained motionless, his thoughts swirling between the gentleness of the present and the tangled web of emotions they both carried. He could feel the warmth of Xiao’s breath against his scalp, each exhale a barely-there caress. Xiao, unaware that Aether was already awake, seemed to cling to this final fragment of a dream, where they were just two souls entwined in a world free of complications.

Then, suddenly, Xiao tensed slightly, signaling that he had just realized the reality of their position. Slowly, he pulled away, opening his eyes to meet Aether’s. Embarrassment washed over both of them at once, a rising flush coloring their cheeks. They disentangled themselves with endearing awkwardness, as if caught in the act of something too intimate to name.

Aether felt the coolness of the room seep in where Xiao’s body had been, a sensation that was both soothing and disorienting. His gaze met Xiao’s briefly, and in it he read the same confusion, the same intensity of feeling. Their bodies had spoken a language their words still didn’t dare express, leaving a palpable tension in the air.

They sat up, each trying to mask their discomfort with automatic gestures. Aether ran a nervous hand through his hair, attempting to bring order to his scattered thoughts. He could still feel the lingering pressure of Xiao’s arms around him, like a phantom warmth that refused to fade.

Silence settled between them, heavy with everything left unsaid. Aether lowered his eyes, focusing on some invisible point on the blanket, trying to summon the courage to speak. But the words remained stuck in his throat, trapped by the complexity of their emotions. Each passing second stretched the silence further, making the atmosphere feel both more intimate and more fraught.

Finally, Aether lifted his gaze and glanced discreetly at Xiao. He noticed the lingering traces of sleep on his face, the charming mess of his black hair, and that undefinable expression—somewhere between embarrassment and a subtle tenderness. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable and close, rekindled a flame Aether had tried to suppress, a flame that still burned just as fiercely.

They both knew they would have to talk, to put into words everything they felt. But for now, they remained in this shared silence, where every glance, every slight movement spoke of buried memories and unspoken emotions. Aether took a deep breath, ready to face the day with renewed determination, knowing that this moment—awkward as it was—marked a step toward a deeper truth between them.

"Did you sleep well?" Aether asked suddenly, trying to ease the tension.

"Yeah. Better than usual," Xiao mumbled, his eyes fixed on the boy in front of him. "You?"

"I slept well, thanks," the blond replied simply, before standing up and stretching. "Do you think they’re already awake?"

"My father’s probably up," the dark-haired boy said, scratching the back of his neck. "Hu Tao too, I guess. It’s Christmas after all—and she loves getting up early to bother people."

"We should go join them."

"Yeah… I’ll be down in a minute."

"Because you're going to put on another pajama sweater to hide your wounds?" Aether asked, his tone sharp with reproach.

Xiao said nothing.

"Do whatever you want, fine," Aether sighed heavily, running his fingers through his long blond hair. "It’s not like I have a say in it anyway."

Aether left the room quietly, his mind still clouded by the emotions of the morning. He descended the stairs, each step echoing softly through the still-sleeping house. When he reached the living room, he was greeted by a scene of calm and tenderness. Zhongli and Hu Tao were nestled on the couch—a portrait of quiet domesticity. Zhongli, with his usual dignified presence, gently ran his fingers through his daughter’s hair, while Hu Tao rested her head on his stomach, her eyes half-closed, lulled by her father’s soothing touch.

Morning light streamed through the windows, illuminating the presents carefully arranged beneath the Christmas tree, each one a testament to the love and thought poured into making this day special.

Aether paused for a moment, letting the scene of familial happiness sink into him. A sharp pang of nostalgia pierced through him as he recalled similar moments he had once shared with Xiao—when everything had felt so simple, so full of promise. He turned slightly, letting his gaze drift across the festive decorations scattered throughout the room, each detail reinforcing the warm and welcoming atmosphere.

“Good morning, Aether. Sleep well?” Zhongli asked with a small smile.

“Yes. And you?” Aether replied, returning the smile.

“Hu Tao woke me up very early to open her presents,” the man chuckled softly. “But I told her to wait for everyone. In the end, she was too tired and fell right back asleep.”

“That sounds just like her.”

“Good morning, everyone!” a cheerful voice called out behind them.

Childe appeared in the doorway, a radiant smile lighting up his face, bringing with him an infectious energy. He approached Zhongli and Hu Tao, leaning in to press a kiss to his daughter’s forehead before flopping down on the couch beside them. The joy in his eyes reflected the deep love he held for his family, and Aether couldn’t help but smile at this open display of happiness.

A few moments later, Xiao came downstairs as well, his movements slightly stiff, betraying the aches and wounds he was trying to hide. He had changed into a black turtleneck sweater, carefully chosen to conceal the visible traces of his inner battles. Despite the attempt to mask his pain, Aether noticed the tension in his shoulders—the fragility lurking behind his composed exterior.

Xiao quietly joined the group, sitting down next to Aether. Their closeness was both comforting and heavy with unspoken words; every small gesture and glance seemed to hold a world of unvoiced emotion. Aether could feel the warmth of Xiao’s body beside his, a constant reminder of their connection, even in silence.

“Daddy, can we open the presents now?” Hu Tao suddenly asked, locking eyes with her father.

“We’ll get something to drink first, and then we can start,” Zhongli replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“And to think, a month ago she said she didn’t want anything…” Childe sighed dramatically, earning a laugh from his husband. “I’ll never understand children and their ever-changing whims.”

“At some point, we just have to accept that she lies about it every year,” Xiao grumbled, crossing his arms. “She did the exact same thing last year, just so you know.”

The living room gradually filled with laughter and lively conversation, everyone sharing stories and memories with a lightness that contrasted the undercurrents of tension beneath. Aether took part in the chatter, smiling and replying where needed, but his thoughts kept drifting—circling endlessly around the quiet presence of Xiao beside him. Every word, every smile exchanged between them carried the weight of their shared history—a blend of sorrow and fragile hope.

Zhongli, ever the gracious host, made sure everyone felt at ease, his gestures imbued with tenderness and care. He handed out cups of hot tea, the steam curling into delicate spirals that brought welcome warmth to the winter morning. Aether accepted his cup with quiet gratitude, letting the calming aroma wash over him—a small moment of peace amid the turmoil of his thoughts.

Xiao’s gaze met Aether’s for a fleeting instant, and in that brief exchange, a silent message passed between them. They both knew there were wounds yet to heal, walls still to overcome, but the simple presence of the other brought a comfort that words could never quite describe. The bond between them, though strained by time and trial, remained an unbroken thread—an enduring reminder of what they had once shared, and what they might still build together.

Christmas Day promised to be filled with precious moments, honest exchanges, and perhaps a few new resolutions. For Aether, each second spent in this company—every smile, every gesture—felt like a step toward reconciliation, a slow but certain journey toward healing and the hope of a future they could share.

“I’m sure big brother gave me rocks again like last year,” Hu Tao grumbled, puffing out her cheeks in mock offense. “I’m still mad at you about that, by the way.”

“That was a joke,” Aether finally said, chuckling. “I’m pretty sure he didn’t do it again this year.”

“Well, no one makes the same joke two years in a row,” Xiao added with a sly smile.

“It’s okay, I still love you. Even if you’re mean.”

“Yeah, same for me.”

After a while, they all moved toward the tree, the soft glow of the string lights filling the room with festive warmth. Hu Tao was the first to open her presents, her eyes going wide with excitement and pure joy. She knelt before the pile of colorful packages, starting with the one from her father. Her small hands tore through the paper to reveal a new dollhouse, a marvel of intricate details and vibrant colors that made her eyes sparkle with happiness. Next came a delicate new doll from Childe, a beautifully crafted figure that looked almost real in the twinkling light of the tree.

Xiao had given her Legos, and she beamed at the rainbow of bricks, already imagining the worlds she’d create. Finally, she opened Aether’s gift—an enormous panda plush nearly as big as she was. She squeezed it tightly, burying her face in the soft fur before making the rounds, planting loud kisses on the cheek of each adult in thanks. Then, with a joyful laugh, she ran off to play with her new treasures, leaving behind a trail of delight and a room full of fond smiles.

Childe and Zhongli then took the lead, handing out presents for Xiao and Aether. The two boys soon found themselves with arms full of carefully wrapped packages. The two husbands exchanged a knowing glance before retreating to a more private corner to open their own gifts, leaving Xiao and Aether in a quiet bubble of awkwardness and anticipation.

Aether stood there, his fingers trembling slightly around the box that held the basketball he had chosen for Xiao. His heart pounded wildly, each beat echoing in his ears like a distant drum. Xiao, on his side, held a small jewelry pouch in his hands—a delicate promise hidden behind the shimmer of festive wrapping. The space between them felt both negligible and vast, a mirror of the emotional distance they had traversed over the past year.

Aether stared at the floor for a moment, his thoughts spinning. He couldn’t stop himself from remembering the countless nights spent wondering how things had ended up like this—reliving every moment of pain and tenderness that had marked their story. Memories of laughter, arguments, and quiet moments under starlit skies surged back, each one etched into his mind with aching clarity.

Finally, he raised his eyes and met Xiao’s gaze. In those dark irises, Aether could read an entire world of emotion—uncertainty, hope, and a vulnerability that struck him deeply. He took a slow breath, letting the cold morning air fill his lungs, and extended his gift toward Xiao, his palms slightly clammy. Xiao did the same, holding out the little pouch with visible hesitation. Their fingers brushed for a fleeting second, a spark of contact that sent a shiver down Aether’s spine.

“Merry Christmas,” Aether murmured, his cheeks flushed.

“Yeah… Merry Christmas to you too,” Xiao mumbled, just as red.

They exchanged their gifts, their movements cautious and tinged with nervous energy. Aether gently untied the ribbon around the pouch, his fingers gliding over the delicate paper. Inside, he found a small velvet box. He opened it with care, revealing a finely crafted bracelet, each link glinting softly under the Christmas lights. Breath caught in his chest, he looked up at Xiao, searching for an explanation in his eyes. Xiao, meanwhile, had unwrapped the basketball with a quiet smile, letting it roll between his palms as if testing its weight and texture.

The silent exchange of glances carried a weight of unspoken words, buried feelings, and shared regrets. Aether felt a tightness in his chest, a tide of emotion threatening to overflow. In that simple act of giving and receiving, they had taken a step toward reconciliation, toward rebuilding what had once been broken. The gifts, though material, held pieces of their souls—fragments of their shared history.

The noise of the household continued around them, but for Aether, everything seemed to fade, leaving only Xiao’s comforting presence and the fragile promise of a new beginning. Their hands brushed once more—this time more deliberately—and Aether felt a spark of hope bloom quietly in his chest.

“You shouldn’t have bought me something so expensive…”

“I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but… we weren’t together anymore by then.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” Aether smiled and slipped the bracelet onto his wrist—it fit perfectly, as if made for him.

“And I didn’t know you remembered I wanted this ball.” Xiao examined the object with a small, surprised smile. “It’s… a pretty expensive one, too.”

“I always wanted to give it to you,” Aether admitted, swallowing hard. “I’d been saving up for a while.” He hesitated, then looked back up. “Actually, if you look closely, I had something engraved on it.”

Aether watched Xiao with almost feverish attention, his eyes following every movement of his fingers as they brushed over the basketball’s surface. Xiao’s focused expression was soft, almost nostalgic, as he examined the leather, searching for the engraving. When his fingertips finally found the words, they stilled, tracing the letters with delicate care.

"Yours for eternity."

Aether felt a wave of emotion crash over him. Those words meant far more than a simple inscription—they were a silent vow, an unshakable declaration of his love and devotion to Xiao. Each letter etched into the leather was a quiet affirmation of what he still felt, a bridge between their shared past and the future he still hoped to build.

Xiao’s finger moved gently over the engraving, as though trying to absorb its meaning through touch alone. Aether could almost feel the intensity of Xiao’s reaction—a mix of surprise, gratitude, and something deeper, older. His own heart beat wildly in his chest, a frantic rhythm of longing and fear, but above all, hope.

Slowly, Xiao lifted his gaze, and their eyes met. Aether saw the glimmer of light in those dark irises—a blend of sorrow and affection that stole the breath from his lungs. Xiao stepped closer, each movement deliberate, laced with tenderness, reducing the space between them with a slow, quiet resolve. Aether’s breath caught, his cheeks flushing as his heart fluttered madly.

When Xiao’s lips brushed his cheek, Aether closed his eyes, savoring the warmth and softness of the contact. It was a light kiss, almost chaste, but it carried with it a thousand unspoken promises. The warmth of Xiao’s lips against his skin seemed to melt away the months of distance and silence, replacing them with a gentle, certain presence.

Aether felt heat radiate through his whole body, his muscles gradually relaxing beneath the weight of that simple gesture. He could sense every nuance of the moment—the faint tingling where Xiao’s lips had touched him, the warm breath lingering on his skin, the familiar scent of Xiao enveloping him. That closeness, so intimate and understated, rekindled a spark of hope he had nearly forgotten.

In the quiet that followed, Aether opened his eyes and met Xiao’s gaze again. The world around them faded, leaving only the intensity of their connection. For a moment suspended in time, they simply stood there, sharing their feelings without a single word. Aether knew that this moment marked a turning point—a quiet beginning of reconciliation, of rebuilding what had been broken.

The distant hum of voices, the laughter and whispers of Christmas, felt far away—like a faint murmur drifting through mist. For Aether, everything narrowed down to this one instant of peace and rediscovered closeness. Xiao stepped back slightly, a shy but genuine smile lighting up his face, and Aether couldn’t help but mirror it with a smile just as bright.

The basketball, with its meaningful engraving, was no longer just an object. It had become a symbol—of their love, of their shared past and enduring bond, of a promise that reached beyond pain and time. Aether felt a quiet resolve settle in his chest.

No matter what came next, he would be there for Xiao—now, and always.

"Tis is he most beautiful gift you've ever given me, Aether," murmured Xiao softly, his voice tender and full of love. "I'll take great care of it. Thank you."

"It's hardly anything," replied the blond, his cheeks still a vivid crimson as he nervously played with his fingers. "Compared to what you gave me, it’s nothing. Really."

"It’s not the price that matters," Xiao said, letting out a gentle chuckle as he held the basketball close to his chest. "What matters to me is the thought and effort you put into it."

"I remembered how much you loved sports, so I thought… maybe it would make you happy."

"And you were absolutely right—it makes me very happy."

A brief silence settled between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

"You know..." they said at the same time, before both bursting into quiet laughter.

"You first," Xiao said, a small smile playing on his lips.

"No, I insist—you go ahead," Aether replied, gently running his fingers over the bracelet.

"My phone number hasn’t changed," said Xiao, his voice rich with unspoken meaning. "So, if you ever think about me, don’t hesitate to call."

"Mine hasn’t changed either," Aether confirmed, a wide smile blooming on his face. "You can message me anytime… or even come by whenever you want."

Aether gazed down at the bracelet Xiao had given him, his fingers softly tracing the intricate details of the delicate piece. It shimmered with a gentle, calming glow, each finely carved link speaking of the care and affection with which it had been chosen. He felt deeply moved by the gesture, recognizing the quiet depth of Xiao’s feelings despite the simplicity of the gift. The bracelet rested lightly on his wrist, yet it carried an emotional weight that was anything but light—a symbol of the strength and fragility of what they shared.

After exchanging gifts with Childe and Zhongli, Aether thanked them with heartfelt sincerity. Zhongli’s serene smile and Childe’s knowing, playful glance added a touch of warmth to the festive atmosphere. The presents, clearly chosen with thought and care, only deepened the bond between them. Aether felt genuine gratitude toward these two men who had stood as steady supports and true friends through his most turbulent days. The tea set and gift cards had found grateful recipients, and the exchanged thanks wove a soft, shared joy between them all.

With their usual hospitality, Childe and Zhongli invited Aether to stay for dinner. He gladly accepted, his heart lightened at the thought of spending more time in their company. The idea of sharing a cozy, joyful meal together brought a sense of comfort. Yet, even amid the warmth of their welcome and the promise of a delicious evening, one thought lingered at the back of his mind—
his cat, patiently waiting for him at home.

As the morning wore on, Aether couldn’t help but think of his feline companion. The cat, with its comforting presence and soothing routines, represented a source of stability and happiness in Aether’s life. The thought of returning home to his four-legged friend added a gentle sweetness to his reflections. He pictured his cat rubbing against his legs, purring contentedly, and felt a twinge of guilt at the idea of leaving it alone for too long.

Seated in the living room, surrounded by laughter and lively conversations, Aether let his thoughts drift between the present moment and the duties awaiting him that afternoon. The voices blended into a soft, background murmur, and he savored the warmth of the human connection around him. Yet, a part of him was already turned toward leaving, anticipating the moment when he would have to depart from this welcoming house to return to his own responsibilities.

Aether knew that every minute spent with Childe, Zhongli, Hu Tao, and Xiao was precious, but he was also keenly aware of the need to balance his personal and social commitments. As he mentally prepared for the transition from this festive morning to a quieter afternoon in the company of his cat, he felt a deep gratitude for these moments of sharing and connection.

The bracelet on his wrist and the memories of the morning would remain etched in his mind as tokens of the love and friendship enriching his life. At last, Aether rose, ready to enjoy a little more time with his friends before returning to the serenity of his home.

With a light heart, he moved toward the table, ready to savor the meal and create even more precious memories before heading off for the afternoon.

Chapter Text

The afternoon of December twenty-ninth was cold and silent, the streets covered with a thin layer of snow that crackled under Aether’s steps. He was returning home after a long shopping trip, his arms heavy with bags overflowing with provisions. The warmth of the building comforted him instantly as he crossed the threshold, his cheeks flushed from the winter cold. He climbed the stairs, his footsteps softly echoing in the stairwell.

Halfway up to the top floor, Aether suddenly stopped, his eyes widening in surprise. Sitting against the wall in front of his door was Xiao. The familiar silhouette of his friend was hard to miss, even in the dim corridor light. Xiao had fresh bandages on his face, and a cut on his lower lip let a thin trickle of blood escape. Aether’s heart clenched with worry, a mixture of fear and sadness flooding his mind.

Quickly setting his shopping bags down on the floor, urgency making his movements rushed and clumsy, Aether frantically searched his pockets for a handkerchief. His fingers trembled slightly as he finally found what he was looking for. He approached Xiao carefully, his mind alert to the visible pain on his friend’s face.

“Damn it, when are you going to decide to tell me everything?” Aether snapped, his tone anxious.

“I got this during basketball practice,” Xiao said simply, his voice as weak as a whisper. “No need to make a fuss about it.”

Crouching in front of Xiao, Aether gently lifted the handkerchief to wipe the blood from his lip. He felt the warmth of Xiao’s breath against his hand, a heat sharply contrasting with the chill of the corridor. Aether noticed every detail — the tension in Xiao’s shoulders, the fatigue in his eyes, and the visible marks of suffering on his face. Each stroke of pain added to the anguish that Aether felt.

The touch of the handkerchief on Xiao’s wounded skin was delicate, every movement filled with attentive tenderness. Aether felt a deep empathy, his own heart beating faster as he drew closer to his injured friend. He could feel worry growing inside him, but he tried to remain calm so as not to worsen Xiao’s emotional state.

The bandages on Xiao’s face told a story of recent violence, a story that weighed heavily on Aether’s soul. He wondered what could have happened to Xiao to leave him in this state, sitting alone in the cold outside his door. Thoughts swirled in his head, a storm of emotions hard to contain. Seeing Xiao hurt made him want to protect his friend from all the suffering in the world.

As he finished wiping away the blood, a wave of tenderness washed over Aether. He wanted to reassure Xiao, to make him understand that he was there for him, ready to help and support him. The vulnerability of the moment deepened the bond between them, a bond forged through pain and shared affection.

Aether gently lifted Xiao’s face, their eyes meeting. In those eyes, he saw a depth of pain but also a flicker of resilience. That silent gaze, heavy with meaning, expressed more than a thousand words ever could. Aether softly squeezed Xiao’s hand, a tacit promise of support and presence.

In that cold, empty hallway, a silent exchange unfolded between them. Aether knew that words would come later, and for now, the most important thing was to be there—to show Xiao he wasn’t alone. This moment of quiet connection carried both gravity and tenderness, marking a chapter in their shared story, a story where friendship and love would always triumph over pain and adversity.

“If you’re not too hurt, could you get up and open the apartment?” the blond asked, turning to hand him the keys. “I’ll bring in the bags and clean your wounds, like last time.”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” murmured the dark-haired one as he rose slowly. “I should have told you I was coming.”

“No, you’re not bothering me. But you should have just told me you were here—I would have hurried.”

“I only waited twenty minutes, it’s not much.”

“But it also means you went twenty minutes without treating your wounds.”

Xiao unlocked the apartment door with the keys Aether had given him, and Aether hurriedly set down his heavy bags in the entrance. Once the door closed behind them, a soft meow caught Aether’s attention. His cat, a feline with silky fur, came rubbing affectionately against his legs, instantly recognizing the reassuring presence of its master.

Aether bent down to stroke his four-legged companion, offering a brief respite to his troubled mind. The cat, curious yet familiar, turned its attention toward Xiao, who seemed much more at ease in this warm environment. With an inquisitive meow, the cat briefly brushed against Xiao’s legs, as if to acknowledge and accept this visitor marked by pain.

Visibly exhausted, Xiao wordlessly made his way to the couch and sank down heavily. Aether watched him settle, noting the fatigue and discomfort evident in every movement. The stark whiteness of the bandages contrasted sharply with the depth of hidden wounds beneath, emphasizing the severity of his condition. Aether felt overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions—anxiousness mingled with fierce determination to care for his friend.

Wasting no time, Aether headed to the bathroom in search of the first aid kit. Opening the cabinet, he found everything needed to tend to Xiao’s injuries—antiseptics, bandages, sterile compresses, and some medication. He took them carefully, trying not to let his anxiety interfere with his actions.

Back in the living room, Aether saw Xiao sitting on the couch, his gaze lost in the void. The cat had curled up at his feet, offering a silent but comforting presence. Aether knelt down in front of Xiao, placing the medical kit on the coffee table. Simply seeing his friend like this—vulnerable and silent—tightened his heart.

With precise and gentle movements, Aether began to tend to Xiao’s wounds. He carefully disinfected each cut, his fingers trembling slightly with emotion. Xiao remained still, his eyes following Aether’s every motion with a strange intensity. Every touch, every care applied, deepened the bond between them—a connection that transcended words.

Aether worked in silence, focused on his task. He felt Xiao’s muscles gradually relax beneath his hands, as if the physical pain was easing thanks to his caring presence. The soft afternoon light filtering through the windows created a calming atmosphere, offering a temporary refuge from the turmoil of the outside world.

In this moment of quiet, Aether became acutely aware of the importance of their friendship, of the unbreakable link that united them. The cat, still curled up near Xiao, lifted its head as if to approve this shared feeling. Aether felt a warmth inside, a renewed conviction that, no matter what came, they would face the trials ahead together.

“You should take off your sweater.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you’re hiding other wounds from me,” Aether snapped, then bit his lip. “Listen, I won’t question you anymore. I just want you to show me all the places where you’re hurt so I can take care of them.”

“I...” Xiao tried to speak, then sighed in resignation. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

The dark-haired boy pulled off his turtleneck sweater under the blond’s attentive gaze, revealing numerous new marks on his back and chest.

“You know, if you keep taking all this without stopping, one day you won’t be able to get back up at all,” he murmured, his words an attempt to reason with him. “That day, you’ll bitterly regret not taking the hand that everyone has been offering you.”

“You’ve already told me that,” Xiao muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I know, but you’re not listening.”

“I am, Aether. I’m listening and taking your words into account. I’m just choosing to turn a deaf ear for now, because I don’t see the point in crying wolf.”

“You idiot,” muttered the blond, frustrated. “How can you say that to me?”

Aether finished cleaning the wounds on Xiao’s back and chest. The last traces of blood had been carefully wiped away, bandages applied with near surgical precision. Exhausted, Aether collapsed onto the couch, his thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of memories and worries. His gaze, lost in the void, kept drifting back to Xiao, watching for the slightest sign of pain or relief.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, laden with the fatigue he had accumulated over recent days. As he tried to relax, he suddenly felt the light weight of Xiao’s head resting on his shoulder. Xiao’s breathing grew calmer, more even, signaling that he had just fallen asleep. This simple gesture stirred a wave of tenderness and sadness within Aether. He knew Xiao instinctively sought comfort and safety in his closeness.

Xiao’s arm curled around his waist, creating a physical bond that seemed to strengthen their emotional connection. Aether gently adjusted his position to better support Xiao, careful not to wake him. He felt the warmth of Xiao’s body against his own, a warmth that contrasted sharply with the coldness of the bandages and wounds.

Aether watched the dark circles under Xiao’s eyes, more pronounced than on Christmas Eve. This visible mark of fatigue and mistreatment tightened his chest. Mushiko’s violence left indelible scars, not only on Xiao’s body but also in his mind. Aether silently vowed to do everything in his power to protect his friend, to lighten his burden.

The silence of the apartment was punctuated only by the soothing purrs of the cat, who had settled at their feet. The tranquility of this moment stood in stark contrast to Aether’s inner turmoil. He felt torn between the joy of being there for Xiao and the anxiety stirred by the fragility of their situation.

Every breath Xiao took, every imperceptible movement in his sleep, heightened Aether’s sense of responsibility. He gently stroked Xiao’s hair, feeling its soft texture slip through his fingers. This closeness, though comforting, also stirred painful memories of lost moments and broken promises.

“If only you could, even just ask me for help...”

Aether let himself drift into his thoughts, his mind wandering between past and present. He thought of their relationship, the moments of closeness and happiness they had shared before darkness crept between them. The sight of Xiao sleeping, vulnerable, reminded him how much he cared for him, how far he was willing to go to ensure his well-being.

He realized that, despite the pain and hardships, their bond remained intact, perhaps even strengthened by the difficulties. Aether felt a new determination rise within him. He knew they had to fight, together, to reclaim a peaceful, serene life. The road would be long and hard, but he was ready to walk it, hand in hand with Xiao.

As the minutes slowly passed, Aether sank further into the couch, finding unexpected comfort in Xiao’s sleeping presence. This fragile moment of peace, though fleeting, gave him the hope and strength needed to face the days ahead.

“...If you asked me, I would even fight him.”

Aether gently turned on the television, careful not to disturb Xiao’s sleep. The images of a soap opera flickered across the screen, providing a welcome distraction from his troubled thoughts. The blue light of the screen faintly illuminated the room, casting shadows in the corners and creating a muted ambiance. The cat’s soothing purrs, still curled at their feet, added a layer of calm to this domestic scene.

Aether’s fingers slowly drifted through Xiao’s hair, caressing it with infinite tenderness. Xiao, still deeply asleep, now rested his head on Aether’s chest, his warm breath mingling with the steady beat of his heart. Xiao’s arm remained wrapped around Aether’s waist, as if clinging to him for anchorage, a refuge against the storms of his life.

Aether’s eyes occasionally drifted toward the screen, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He thought about what he might prepare for Xiao when he woke up. Perhaps a warm soup, something comforting and nourishing that could soothe his physical pains and offer a semblance of normalcy. He recalled the dishes Xiao liked, searching his memory for the flavors and aromas that might bring him a bit of happiness.

Aether felt the weight of Xiao against him, a presence both reassuring and overwhelming. Every movement Xiao made, however slight, reminded him of his fragility. The new wounds, the freshly applied bandages, were proof of the violence he endured. Aether felt a deep sadness mingled with fierce determination to protect him.

The shifting light from the television danced across Xiao’s sleeping face, occasionally revealing the deep dark circles and marks of exhaustion. Aether couldn’t help but worry for him, wondering how much longer he could bear this burden.

Yet he knew that as long as he was there, as long as he could offer even a semblance of safety and comfort, Xiao still had a chance to rise again.

The minutes stretched on, paced by the soft purring of the cat and the background noise of the soap opera. Aether found a certain serenity in this calm moment, even though his mind remained alert, always ready to react at the slightest sign of Xiao’s distress. He thought about the future, about how they might rebuild, about the strength they would need to overcome the obstacles.

“No, I saw it again...” Xiao murmured, still asleep.

The memories of the happy moments they had shared before mingled with his current worries. Aether recalled Xiao’s smiles, bursts of laughter, the moments of closeness that now seemed to belong to another life. These memories were both a source of comfort and pain, a constant reminder of what they had lost and what they might still regain.

As he continued to stroke Xiao’s hair, Aether felt a new determination grow within him. He was ready to fight, to face every hardship to reclaim those moments of happiness. Xiao deserved a better life, far from violence and fear, and Aether would do everything in his power to give him that chance.

Within this fragile bubble of peace, Aether mentally prepared for what he would do when Xiao woke. He imagined the simple gestures, the gentle words, the attentions that could soothe his friend. The warmth of Xiao’s body against his, the steady rhythm of his breathing — all of it strengthened his resolve.

After an hour in the same position, Aether noticed a slight change in Xiao’s breathing. His eyelids fluttered softly, signaling his awakening. Aether, aware of this return to consciousness, kept stroking Xiao’s hair, pretending not to notice. He wanted to give Xiao time to reorient himself, to reconnect with reality without pressure.

The minutes passed, slow and heavy, marked by the steady tick of the clock in the next room. Xiao remained still, his head resting on Aether’s chest, absorbing the warmth and comfort Aether offered. Aether could feel the weight of Xiao’s thoughts, the heaviness of his emotions. He knew the physical wounds were only part of the burden Xiao carried.

Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor pass through Xiao’s body. Aether’s fingers continued their soothing motion, but now he could perceive signs of growing emotional distress. Xiao’s eyes, previously closed, opened slightly, revealing a glimmer of sadness and pain. Tears began to well up at the corners, silently sliding down his cheeks before falling onto Aether’s shirt.

Xiao’s sobs, at first quiet, quickly grew muffled as he tightened his embrace around Aether. Each hiccup, each spasm of pain, resonated through Aether’s body, amplifying his own sorrow. Xiao’s tears now flowed freely, dampening the fabric between them, but Aether remained silent, offering his presence and warmth as an anchor in this emotional storm.

The minutes passed, slow and heavy, marked by the steady ticking of the clock in the next room. Xiao remained motionless, his head still resting on Aether’s chest, absorbing the warmth and comfort his friend offered. Aether could feel the weight of Xiao’s thoughts, the heaviness of his emotions. He knew the physical wounds were only part of the burden Xiao carried.

Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor run through Xiao’s body. Aether’s fingers continued their soothing motion, but now he could perceive signs of growing emotional distress. Xiao’s eyes, previously closed, opened slightly, revealing a glimmer of sadness and pain. Tears began to well at the corners, silently sliding down his cheeks before falling onto Aether’s shirt.

Xiao’s sobs, at first quiet, quickly grew muffled as he tightened his embrace around Aether. Each hiccup, each spasm of pain, echoed through Aether’s body, amplifying his own sorrow. Xiao’s tears now flowed freely, dampening the fabric between them, but Aether remained silent, offering his presence and warmth as an anchor in this emotional storm.

Abandoning the remote, Aether pulled Xiao into a firmer embrace, wrapping him in a protective hold. He could feel Xiao’s sobs vibrating against his chest, each silent cry a dagger in his heart. Xiao’s pain was palpable, almost tangible, and Aether felt powerless against this tide of suffering.

Their bodies, pressed tightly against one another, formed a barrier against the outside world. Aether whispered silent words of comfort, his hand gently caressing Xiao’s back, tracing soothing circles over his bruised skin. He knew that sometimes words were unnecessary—that presence and touch could speak louder than any speech.

The minutes stretched on, each second an eternity of shared pain. Aether could feel Xiao’s warm breath against his neck, the tears continuing to fall.

Xiao was vulnerable, exposed, and Aether felt an immense responsibility to protect him, to support him.

The room around them seemed to dissolve, leaving only a cocoon of warmth and solace. Aether closed his eyes, focusing on simply being there for Xiao, offering him refuge in the storm. The cat, sensing the tension, nestled closer, adding its own warmth and presence to their collective embrace.

Aether knew this moment, as painful as it was, was crucial. It was a moment of release, a crack in Xiao’s armor allowing the pain to escape, even if only for an instant. He remained there, motionless, offering his love and compassion, hoping it would be enough to ease, even slightly, Xiao’s suffering.

Eventually, Xiao’s sobs began to subside, giving way to steadier breathing. Aether felt Xiao’s weight grow heavier, a sign that he was surrendering to exhaustion. He continued holding him, his own heart beating in quiet resonance with Xiao’s, silently promising never to let him fall.

“Do you feel calm now?” Aether asked softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss in Xiao’s hair. “Normally, a nap helps a lot.”

“Why are you so kind to me?” Xiao questioned, his eyes staring at some empty point. “I betrayed you, I got involved with another man. You should hate me and call me every name in the book.”

“That’s not a betrayal, we weren’t together anymore.”

“In my heart, we still were.”

“Well, I don’t blame you,” the blond murmured, as the other boy tightened his embrace around him. “I never blamed you for moving on without me. You have every right to be happy, don’t you?”

“You’re lying,” the dark-haired boy snapped, then sniffled. “Whenever we talk about our breakup and our feelings, you lie all the time anyway.”

“Is it fair to blame me when you do exactly the same?” Aether asked, feeling his throat tighten.

“If you need to let it all out, just tell me you hate me.” Xiao said, sitting up to face him. “Tell me you hate me for leaving you, tell me you resent me for replacing you. Yell anything you want at me, anything at all.”

“Xiao...”

“I need you to get angry, Aether.”

Aether stayed silent, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“I need you to shout, to cry, to say something.”

“I’ve just made peace with it all.”

“Liar,” Xiao spat, frowning. “First, Kazuha tells me you never got over any of this and you still suffer. Then I hear you arguing, and you say you almost died from smoking, because of me. And now you tell me you made peace with it? Stop lying for a second.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that...” Aether mumbled, moving aside. “It was private.”

“And I was supposed to stay unconscious while you were dying slowly because of me?” His voice rose, clearly showing his anger.

“What about me, then?” Aether’s own anger could be heard. “You’re dying slowly at the hands of that man and it’s my fault!”

“No, it’s not your fault!” Xiao shouted, his voice cracking. “It was my choice!”

“Stop chasing that stupid choice and come back to me then!” The blond yelled, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. “Stop staying with that failed copy of me and come live peacefully by my side instead of continuing to suffer for nothing!”

Silence settled between them, only their ragged breathing filling the space.

“I can’t...”

“I know, he’s the one you love now.”

“No, I don’t love him,” he admitted, eyes widening in surprise. “I never loved him, actually.”

“Then why don’t you leave him?” Aether asked, confused and hurt by the rejection.

“Because everything is way too complicated.” The dark green-black haired boy pulled on his turtleneck and stood up from the couch. “I don’t want to drag you into all this, I’ll manage on my own. Just pretend you never heard anything.”

“Wait...” The blond-haired boy reached out to him. “Don’t go, please.”

“I’m sorry.”

“If you really are, don’t leave me like this again. Xiao...”

Xiao abruptly slipped out of the apartment, leaving a stunned Aether frozen on the couch. Xiao’s implicit confession, still expressing his feelings, echoed in Aether’s mind, stirring a turmoil of confusion and pain. He stayed there, motionless, his gaze lost in the void, trying to grasp the depth of what had just happened.

The minutes stretched, heavy and silent, marked only by the steady ticking of the clock. Aether felt growing pressure in his chest, a knot of emotion he could no longer contain. Finally, the dam broke, and tears began to flow freely down his cheeks. He gave in, his body shaken by deep sobs, each tear a manifestation of his broken heart.

He saw himself again, in the happy moments they had shared—the laughter, the confidences, the love that bound them. That time now seemed so distant, overshadowed by Mushiko’s manipulations. Aether understood now that it was that malevolent influence that had fractured their relationship, that had poisoned Xiao’s thoughts, pushing him to separate from him despite the love that still lingered between them.

Xiao’s words still echoed in his mind...

“I never loved him.”

That revelation, though comforting in a way, added another layer of tragedy to their situation. Xiao had been trapped, manipulated, forced to deny his own feelings. Aether realized the depth of pain Xiao must have endured, and it only deepened his own distress.

He sat up slightly, his eyes fixed on the door through which Xiao had left. Part of him wanted to run after him, catch him, hold him tight and tell him they could overcome everything together. But he knew it wasn’t that simple. The wounds were deep, the scars still fresh. It would take time, courage, and iron will to face the demons that had torn them apart.

Aether closed his eyes, trying to calm the frantic beating of his heart. He focused on his breathing, drawing deep breaths, attempting to find a semblance of inner peace. He knew he had to be strong, for himself, and for Xiao. The path would be long and arduous, but he wouldn’t give up. The love he carried for Xiao was too deep, too rooted to be erased by Mushiko’s manipulations.

Slowly, the sobs subsided, giving way to a new determination. Aether wiped his tears away, his gaze now clearer, more resolute. He knew what he had to do. He would fight for Xiao, for their love. No matter the obstacles, he would find a way to free him from Mushiko’s grip, to restore their lost happiness.

He rose from the couch, resolution anchored in every fiber of his being. The cat, sensing the shift in atmosphere, came to rub against his legs, offering a silent but comforting presence. Aether took it in his arms, finding a small consolation in its warmth and softness.

As he headed toward the kitchen to prepare something, a thought crossed his mind. He was not alone in this battle. There were friends, allies, people who loved him and who would be ready to help. Together, they would find a way to break the chains of manipulation and give Xiao back the freedom to follow his heart.

With that thought, Aether felt a little lighter. He knew the road would be difficult, but he had regained hope.

And with that hope, he moved forward, determined to reclaim the happiness they both deserved.

Chapter Text

Aether had already chewed nervously through two packs of gum, his jaw working tirelessly in a desperate attempt to calm his craving for a cigarette. His leg bounced frenetically up and down, a clear sign of his inner turmoil. Every time he tried to focus on his work, his mind relentlessly circled back to the thought of a cigarette, tempting him with the promise of instant relief.

He finally made up his mind to get up, ready to give in and buy a pack, when he heard his office door open. His first instinct was to freeze, muscles tense, his gaze snapping toward the entrance. Keqing stepped in, her stride purposeful and her expression resolute. But it was the figure following close behind that made his heart race. Kazuha, with his calm and poetic demeanor, entered the room, carrying an air of serenity that sharply contrasted Aether’s anxiety.

Aether’s breath caught as his eyes landed on Kazuha. A wave of memories and emotions surged through him, each thought intensifying his unease. Kazuha’s unexpected presence in his office at that exact moment felt like both a blessing and a curse. He felt caught between his yearning for comfort and his need to appear strong and unshakable.

Unfazed, Keqing began to speak, but Aether struggled to focus on her words. His attention was entirely absorbed by Kazuha, who stood there, silent but observant. The fluidity of Kazuha’s movements, his relaxed posture, and those eyes that always seemed to see beyond the surface brought back memories of the peaceful moments they had once shared. But today, that peace felt out of reach, replaced by a tension so thick it pressed against Aether’s chest.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, to regain a sliver of control over his emotions. When he opened them again, he saw Kazuha slowly approaching, his expression unreadable. Part of Aether wanted to stand and walk out, to escape the emotional weight of this encounter. But another part, stronger, kept him rooted to his chair, determined to face whatever came next.

The tension in the room was almost tangible, every second stretching into eternity. Aether forced himself to breathe deeply, feeling the weight of his stress gather in his chest. He needed to calm down, to find a way to manage his emotions without letting them overwhelm him. As he looked at Kazuha, a thought crossed his mind—maybe Kazuha’s presence, far from being a source of stress, could be exactly what he needed to find the peace he was so desperately seeking.

With that comforting thought in mind, Aether sat up a little straighter in his seat, his gaze meeting Kazuha’s with newfound resolve. He knew the road to serenity would be long and difficult, but with allies like Keqing and Kazuha by his side, he felt ready to face his inner demons. The battle against his stress and his craving for cigarettes was far from over, but he had found a new source of strength and motivation to keep moving forward.

"Anyway, the financial matter can wait until later," said Keqing, just as her boss was finally emerging from his thoughts. "That’s not the reason I came here at all."

"You're right," Aether replied, though he had no idea what she was talking about. "Why did you come here with Kazuha?"

"Your friend wants to be part of the plan I devised just two days ago," the purple-haired woman declared proudly. "I ran into him by chance outside the agency on a rainy day, and he told me he was quite close to you."

"Aether, I'm sorry for everything I may have said or done," Kazuha finally exclaimed as he stepped closer to the desk. "I can’t say I acted selfishly, because I truly meant well—I just wanted you to be happy. But I handled it poorly, and you ended up hurt. So I apologize."

"I don’t blame you, Kazuha." The blond rose from his chair and gave him a faint smile. "I wasn’t very kind to you either, so I apologize too."

"Good. Now that’s settled, can I explain my plan?" asked the only woman in the room, just as the two men chuckled quietly.

"I’m listening, Keqing," Aether said as he leaned back against the desk.

"I came up with a plan during our days off," she stated, crossing her arms and looking at them with an impassive expression. "The police won’t listen to us again, since we’ve already filed a report regarding potential domestic abuse. However, if people they’ve never seen before come forward to support our complaint, they’ll be forced to hear us out a second time."

"How are we supposed to find volunteers willing to file a complaint?"

"I know everything," the white-haired boy cut in. "Venti told me about the conversation you had with him at the bar, and Keqing explained the whole situation to me in detail."

"Kazuha is already volunteering to help us file a complaint. In fact, I’ve also considered contacting your ex-fiancé’s close family," Keqing added.

"His father already knows," Aether murmured, lowering his gaze to the floor. "I already told him everything, hoping he would take action. But he let me know indirectly that unless Xiao asks for help himself, nothing can be done. I don’t think he’ll file a complaint."

"Yeah, because Xiao would deny everything to the police," Kazuha added, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was thinking of talking to his neighbors and his coworkers at Starbucks."

"That’s an excellent idea!" Keqing exclaimed enthusiastically, as if a whole scenario had just clicked into place. "We could split into two groups. Ganyu and Aether could go to the Starbucks, and Kazuha and I could head to the building where Mushiko and Xiao live."

"Is Ganyu even on board with this?" the blond asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because right now, she’s not here to give her opinion."

"She had to show an apartment to a family, that’s why."

"But she gave us her green light."

"Then shall we get moving?"

Aether, Keqing, and Kazuha set off to put their plan into action. As they walked, the other two discussed the details of their own mission. Keqing, with her usual efficiency, mapped out a strategy to question Mushiko and Xiao’s neighbors, starting from the top floors of the building and working their way down. Kazuha, ever calm and thoughtful, suggested more discreet approaches to avoid arousing suspicion.

Aether, meanwhile, was lost in thought. He was thinking about how best to remain inconspicuous at Xiao’s workplace. He knew Xiao worked irregular and often late hours, which would make things more difficult. He had to avoid running into him at all costs, or risk compromising their mission. Questioning his coworkers and convincing them to file a complaint would require a delicate touch and extreme caution. The pressure weighed heavily on him—he couldn’t afford to fail.

Upon arriving at Starbucks, Keqing and Kazuha separated from him, each going off to carry out their respective tasks. Aether remained alone, watching them leave with a mix of worry and hope. He trusted them, but the burden of responsibility on his shoulders felt immense.

In front of the Starbucks, Aether was waiting for Ganyu. The street was lively, filled with passersby and customers coming and going. He leaned against the wall, trying to blend into the crowd while staying alert. His thoughts wandered, circling back again and again to Xiao. He remembered every detail of their last encounter—the pain and confusion he had seen in his eyes.

Time seemed to stretch as he stared at the people passing by, scanning for familiar faces and hoping to catch sight of Ganyu. Every second that went by increased his anxiety, but he forced himself to stay calm. The mission was too important to let his emotions get the better of him.

"What am I going to say if he suspects something...?" he muttered, his fingers twisting nervously together.

He thought about what he would tell Xiao’s coworkers, the arguments he could use to persuade them to file a complaint. It wasn’t a simple task, but he knew it was necessary—to put an end to Mushiko’s manipulation and abuse. He clenched his fists, determined to succeed despite the obstacles.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he saw Ganyu approaching. His heart tightened with a mixture of relief and apprehension. The time had come to act, and he had to be ready for anything. Ganyu, with her gentleness and compassion, would be a valuable ally. Together, they had a chance to make a difference.

Aether straightened up, taking a deep breath to calm the frantic beating of his heart. The shadow of the mission loomed over him, but he could also feel a glimmer of hope.

Maybe, he thought, they would manage to free Xiao from Mushiko’s hold and rebuild something better.

"Sorry, I'm late," she apologized, offering him a polite smile. "Shall we go? I already know what we’re supposed to do."

"Ganyu, we need to prepare first," he said seriously. "Xiao will recognize me immediately, and he’ll probably focus all his attention on me, so you’ll have to slip away and go ask by yourself."

"I see what you’re getting at," Ganyu replied, tucking a strand of hair back into place. "Let’s make sure to place an order so we don’t raise suspicion, and we’ll put the plan into action as soon as we spot an opening."

Aether sat down at a small table for two, scanning the café nervously. The Starbucks was lively, filled with cheerful conversations, but his mind was elsewhere, focused solely on their mission. Ganyu, with her usual composure, had headed to the counter to gather information. She nodded subtly, letting him know she was handling the first step.

He waited, his gaze drifting to the Christmas decorations hanging all around. He tried to calm his nerves by focusing on the twinkling lights and colorful garlands. But despite his efforts, a persistent tension kept him from fully relaxing. The thought that Xiao could appear at any moment only added to his anxiety.

After a few minutes that felt endless, Aether caught sight of Xiao. His heart leapt in his chest. Xiao, wearing a server's apron, was approaching with a tray. On it, Aether immediately recognized his favorite strawberry smoothie with chocolate syrup, accompanied by a delicately decorated Christmas cake.

Emotion overwhelmed him at the sight of Xiao up close. The bandages were still visible, a cruel reminder of the suffering he was enduring. But what struck him most was Xiao’s gaze. His eyes were dark, weighed down by fatigue and sadness, but also carried a depth Aether knew intimately. He couldn’t help the wave of pain that rose in him, seeing the state of the one he loved so deeply.

Xiao set the smoothie and cake down before him with an almost unexpected gentleness, his movements slow and careful. Aether noticed the slight tremble in his hands, a sign of nervousness or some underlying distress. The air between them felt charged—with things left unsaid, buried emotions, and unspoken regrets.

"Don’t worry about the cake, it’s on me," Xiao murmured, his tone weary and remorseful. "Consider it an apology for last time."

"You don’t need to apologize. I already forgave you," Aether replied with a small smile. "I know you had a lot weighing on your heart."

"I hope you’ll like it." Xiao gave a faint smile, hugging the tray to his chest. "Well, if your tastes haven’t changed, you should enjoy it."

"Anything you give me is good, because it comes from you." Aether smiled warmly. "Besides, despite what happened last time, you’re still welcome at my place. Just send me a message to let me know."

"I’ll try to remember. Thanks."

Aether lowered his eyes to the smoothie, touched by Xiao’s gesture. This simple act showed that Xiao still remembered his tastes, that he still cared for him in some way. But he also knew their current situation made everything incredibly complicated.

Xiao stood there for a moment, as if hesitating to say something, then slowly turned and walked back toward the counter. Aether watched him go, his heart heavy. He wanted so badly to talk to him, to tell him how much he cared and how desperately he wanted to pull him out of this hopeless situation.

But he knew this wasn’t the time or place.

Ganyu returned to the table, bringing new information. Aether did his best to focus on what she was saying, but his mind was still clouded by the brief exchange with Xiao. He promised himself he would do everything he could to help him, even if it meant setting his own feelings aside.

The day was far from over, and he knew every moment counted. The strawberry smoothie and little Christmas cake remained on the table, symbols of a happier past and a tangled present. Aether took a sip of the smoothie, trying to draw comfort from that small reminder of sweetness, while mentally preparing for the next phase of their plan to free Xiao from Mushiko’s destructive grip.

"Have you already ordered?" Ganyu asked, sounding surprised.

"Not really." Aether chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, what did he say?"

"The waiter was very reluctant at first," admitted the woman with light blue hair, drawing small circles on the table with her finger. "He told me he didn’t want to get involved in something that wasn’t his business, so I told him that if he didn’t, he might have a death on his conscience."

"A death? That’s a pretty big word."

"My goal was to make him react—and he did."

"Is he going to press charges?" the blond asked, feeling hope return. "Will he help us? Really?"

"He said he’s already witnessed some pretty brutal scenes between Mushiko and Xiao," she affirmed, lowering her voice so no one could hear. "Mushiko would come to the Starbucks often to ask Xiao for money, and he’d grab his arm too roughly for someone who’s supposed to be in love. The waiter told me there are three people who might be willing to file a complaint with him, so I’m hopeful."

"I think we made real progress," he said, taking another sip of his drink. "You should order something, too."

"Gladly."

Another server—a smiling young woman—came over to take Ganyu’s order. She quickly noted it down before slipping away to prepare it, leaving Aether and Ganyu alone at their table. Their conversation flowed naturally, drifting from small talk to current events and the kind of polite exchanges typical between colleagues. Ganyu seemed at ease, her voice soft and calming, but Aether struggled to stay fully present in the exchange.

His gaze kept straying toward Xiao, who was busy behind the counter. Each time his eyes landed on him, Aether noticed new details—each observation tightening something in his chest. Xiao still limped slightly, an invisible but ever-present pain reflected in the way he moved. His gestures were slow and cautious, betraying a suffering he was clearly trying, and failing, to hide.

But what struck Aether the most was Xiao’s gaze. Though dulled by exhaustion and pain, his eyes seemed to be constantly searching for Aether’s, lingering on him longer than usual. Every time their eyes met, a wave of emotion surged through Aether—an unspoken message seemed to pass between them, urgent and important, yet bound in silence.

Aether tried to maintain the conversation with Ganyu, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He nodded absently, replying with one-word answers while keeping Xiao in the corner of his vision. The contrast between the peaceful surface of their chat and the inner turmoil he was experiencing was almost unbearable.

Xiao, for his part, kept working, but his eyes returned again and again to Aether. There was a quiet desperation in his stare, a depth of feeling that spoke more clearly than any words could. Aether couldn’t help but wonder what Xiao might be thinking—what he was trying to say without speaking.

He watched Xiao’s every move, each small detail feeding his worry and his instinct to protect. He saw the dark circles under his eyes, more pronounced than before, and the hidden pain behind each polite smile he offered to customers. Aether felt helpless—caught between the need to help and the complexity of the situation that held Xiao captive.

For a brief moment, the world around him seemed to fade, leaving only Xiao and himself in a bubble of silent, shared sorrow. Aether realized just how deeply he still cared for him—how badly he wanted to see him safe, smiling again, free. Memories of their time together, of warmth and closeness, came rushing back, making the present all the more painful to bear.

Sensing perhaps his distraction, Ganyu continued to speak in a gentle tone, never pressuring Aether to respond. She seemed to understand that something profound was happening between them, and she respected his silence while offering a quiet, steady presence at his side.

Aether, for his part, silently vowed to do whatever it took to free Xiao from this situation. He knew the path ahead would be difficult and strewn with obstacles, but abandoning the one he loved was out of the question. With renewed determination, he clenched his fists under the table, ready to face whatever came next if it meant saving Xiao—even if it meant confronting forces far greater than himself.

“You should go see him,” Ganyu suddenly said, a tender smile touching her lips. “I’ll wrap up your cake and keep your smoothie safe.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone…” Aether murmured, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

“Oh, don’t worry about me.”

“Ganyu…”

“Go. He’s still looking at you.”

Under Ganyu’s affectionate gaze, Aether rose from his seat, resolved to go to Xiao. Every step he took echoed in the Starbucks, like a silent declaration of intent. Their eyes met—a flicker of raw emotion passed between them, almost tangible. It was as if the whole world had frozen, wrapping them in a bubble of emotional intensity. Aether could almost feel the softness of Xiao’s lips against his own, the desperate need for comfort and connection that hovered in the space between them.

But the moment shattered abruptly. The front door burst open with a crash, breaking the fragile spell. Mushiko stormed in, his face contorted with fury. His imposing, menacing presence immediately dominated the room. The servers froze, their tension unmistakable. They knew this scene all too well—Mushiko had come to shout at Xiao, to humiliate him in front of everyone. The customers, indifferent or simply used to it by now, continued their conversations, oblivious to the unfolding drama.

A wave of anger and protectiveness surged through Aether. Seeing Xiao—already so fragile and hurt—confronted by this cruel brutality was unbearable. He quickened his pace, every fiber of his being taut with urgency. Mushiko, his features drawn and his eyes blazing with rage, was already heading toward the counter, where Xiao stood—paler than ever.

Aether’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. The words of comfort he had hoped to offer Xiao morphed into a cold, resolute determination. He would not let Mushiko continue hurting the one he loved.

When he reached the counter, Aether saw the fear in Xiao’s eyes—a mixture of resignation and dread. Xiao knew what was coming, and so did Aether. Mushiko had already begun to raise his voice, his cruel and baseless accusations echoing through the café. The servers looked down, powerless, and even Ganyu, back at their table, seemed frozen in apprehension.

“So, this is what you do when I’m not around?” Mushiko said coldly, his voice edged with scorn. “You find a new blond and stare at him obediently?”

Aether stepped in front of Xiao, his body forming a living shield. Mushiko came to an abrupt stop, startled by the unexpected intervention. Aether’s fury surged, his eyes flashing with fire. The contrast between the tenderness he’d felt upon approaching Xiao and the sheer rage boiling in him now was stark. He couldn’t allow this scene to go on—not for another second.

“Oh, I see. So to get back at me, you're trying to steal my boyfriend, Mr. Viator?”

“Do you even have the right to call him that after everything you’ve done to him?” Aether snapped, his voice trembling with loathing.

He drew a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage he had. He knew this confrontation would be brutal, but retreat was no longer an option. Xiao deserved to be protected, to be loved unconditionally.

Mushiko—with his cruelty and domineering presence—had no place in Xiao’s life. He never had.

Customers began to lift their eyes from their phones and cups, drawn by the rising tension in the room. A heavy silence fell, as if the entire café was holding its breath. Aether knew this moment would be a turning point. He was ready to face it. For Xiao. To show him he was never alone again.

“You’re accusing me once again of things far beyond your understanding,” said the short-haired blond, fists clenched. “Xiao is happy with me. I only scold him when he does something wrong.”

“You mean you confuse scolding with hitting, maybe?” retorted the long-haired blond, too engulfed in the moment to weigh his words. “You think it’s fair to strike a man just because he didn’t do what you wanted?”

“And who the hell do you think you are?”

“He’s Xiao’s former fiancé,” Ganyu said calmly, stepping up beside Aether. “They lived together for a long time. He knows what he’s talking about.”

“It was you…” Mushiko muttered, turning his furious gaze on Aether. “You were the one I was trying to imitate this whole time? I tried to look like trash?”

“Well, speaking of trash,” Aether shot back, “you seem to have all the qualifications for the title.” But before he could go on, he felt Xiao’s hand quietly reach for his, gently pulling him back. “All this time, I said nothing. But you disgust me. Go on, bleach your hair again if you think that’ll make you more like me. Go on, copy every little thing I do. Just know—you will never be me. And I will never be you.”

“Enough!” Xiao’s voice finally rang out, firm and sharp as he stepped between them. “Both of you need to leave. Or I’ll call the police.”

“Wait—are you really kicking out your boyfriend?”

“I didn’t want to stay here another second anyway.”

Aether left the Starbucks in a storm of anger, his thoughts spiraling in a whirlwind of frustration and relief. The confrontation with Mushiko had drained him of all his energy, yet he felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had finally told Mushiko everything he’d been holding back, each word spoken with a force and conviction he hadn’t known he possessed. And still, the fury simmered beneath the surface—burning hot, relentless. Angry that no one had stepped in. Angry that Xiao had let himself be trampled on again. Angry at himself for not punching Mushiko right then and there.

His emotions clashed violently, each one crashing into the next, making every step feel heavy and unyielding.

His feet led him instinctively to a corner shop. He bought three packs of cigarettes and a lighter, his hands trembling slightly as he paid. Ganyu had probably stayed behind at the Starbucks, maybe trying to comfort Xiao, maybe trying to understand what had just happened. But Aether couldn’t bear to think about that now. His rage clouded everything. His frustration consumed him. He needed to calm down—needed to find some fragile sense of peace in the chaos swirling inside his chest.

He headed toward a nearby park, his strides sharp and fast, as if he could outrun the storm in his head by walking harder, walking faster. He found a secluded bench and sat down heavily, pulling out a cigarette. The lighter clicked, the flame flickered, and the tip of the cigarette glowed orange. The first drag filled his lungs with smoke, delivering an instant, if fleeting, sense of calm. The nicotine dulled his nerves, offering a brief, shaky pause to his spiraling thoughts.

Minutes passed. One cigarette followed another. Aether smoked without much thought, each inhale dulling the edge of his anger, his sadness, his helplessness. His thoughts kept circling back to Xiao—to that awful scene in the café, to the numb apathy of the customers, to the staff’s terrified silence. He couldn’t understand why Xiao still endured all of it. Why no one did anything. Why he hadn’t done more. He hated himself for letting Mushiko walk away without some visible trace of his contempt burned into his skin.

“Thinking like that… I’m no better than that bastard,” he muttered under his breath.

The park was quiet. The few passersby paid no attention to him. And yet, Aether felt achingly alone. The solitude only amplified the sense of powerlessness coiled in his chest, making the bitterness in his mouth even harder to swallow. He was nearly through the third pack, his fingers stained with nicotine, his throat raw from smoke. Still, he lit another. Each cigarette became a way to push back against the darkness inside him—to exert some control in a world where he had none.

The sun began to sink low, casting long shadows over the ground. Aether remained seated, his gaze drifting off into the distance, the last cigarette slowly burning between his fingers. He knew he couldn’t stay here forever. He would have to face the reality again, go back to Xiao, try to make sense of all this. Try to save him.

But for now, he lingered in this bubble of solitude—a fleeting fragment of peace snatched from the wreckage of his life. His thoughts wandered aimlessly, desperately searching for a way out, a way to rescue Xiao, a way to keep from drowning in this storm of feeling that threatened to tear him apart.

“Maybe I really do want to leave Liyue again,” he murmured softly, before taking one last drag and exhaling a long, bitter sigh.

Chapter Text

On December thirty-first, New Year’s Eve, Aether was alone in his apartment. Lying on his couch, he had refused every invitation he’d received. The messages and calls from friends trying to convince him to join the celebrations went unanswered. He wanted to avoid the crowds, the laughter, the bursts of joy.

Everything that might remind him that when the new year began, he would be stepping into it without Xiao.

He had settled in quietly, his cat curled up against his chest. The soft, soothing purrs of the animal echoed gently in the room, offering a momentary truce to his troubled mind. Aether absentmindedly stroked the silky fur of his companion, finding in the repetitive gesture a strange kind of comfort. The stillness of the apartment contrasted with the distant echoes of celebration outside—voices shouting in joy, fireworks beginning to light up the sky. It all felt like a world apart, a world from which he felt exiled tonight.

His gaze wandered into the shadows cast by the soft glow of the lamp. Memories of Xiao surged forward, every detail of their time together flooding his thoughts. Xiao’s laughter, his shy smiles, the reassuring warmth of his presence... all of it felt so far away, almost unreal. Aether felt a dull ache in his chest, an immense void he didn’t know how to fill. His thoughts looped endlessly, each painful memory mingling with the faint hope of a different future.

The steady ticking of the clock marked the relentless passage of time. Aether kept glancing at his phone, dreading the moment when midnight would appear on the screen, signifying the start of a new year without Xiao. Each passing minute seemed to push him closer to an inevitable truth—that he would have to go on without the person who still haunted his every thought.

He closed his eyes, hoping to drift into sleep, to escape reality for a few more hours. But the memories of Xiao, the regrets and unspoken wishes, kept him awake. Sensing his master’s unrest, the cat purred louder, pressing his head more firmly against Aether’s chest, offering silent comfort.

Aether was grateful for the faithful presence, finding in these quiet moments of tenderness a flicker of peace.

Eventually, emotional exhaustion overtook him. His eyelids heavy, he slipped into a restless sleep, carrying with him the blurred images of the year gone by, the promises of an uncertain future. When the phone would mark the beginning of the new year, Aether would already be lost in dreams, unaware of the date’s quiet shift, unconsciously clinging to the scattered fragments of what had been, and what might have been.

But the calm was soon broken.

Aether opened his eyes, his sleep interrupted by the shrill ring of the doorbell. His cat meowed softly, nestling its head against him, anchoring him momentarily in the present. He sat up slowly, still numb from fatigue and sorrow. Who could be coming at this hour, when he had made it so clear that he would be home alone tonight? The question spun through his mind as he made his way to the door, his heart pounding harder with every step.

When he opened it, the sight of Xiao struck him like a bolt of electricity. Xiao stood there, his features drawn, his eyes misted with tears. The cuts on his face, the dark bruises visible through the tank top he wore, told a story of suffering and pain. Before Aether could utter a single word, Xiao threw himself into his arms, his body trembling against his. The warmth of his touch, mingled with the wetness of his tears, sent a surge of emotions crashing through Aether.

“Xiao...” he murmured barely, his throat tightening.

He wrapped his arms around Xiao, holding him tightly, feeling each tremor of his sobs. The weight of Xiao in his embrace, the brutal reality of his wounds, all intensified the urgency of the moment. Aether could sense Xiao’s fragility, the distress radiating from him. He stayed still for a while, silently offering all the comfort he could. Minutes passed, each second marked by the synchronized beats of their hearts and the fading sobs of Xiao.

Aether’s thoughts swirled—a mixture of anger, sadness, and determination. How could he let someone he loved so much suffer like this? Every mark on Xiao’s body was a tangible proof of Mushiko’s cruelty, a call to action. But for now, the priority was to calm Xiao, to give him a safe refuge, an oasis of peace amid the storm of pain.

Gently, Aether guided Xiao inside, closing the door behind them. The cat, sensitive to the tense atmosphere, rubbed against Aether’s legs before quietly retreating to a corner. Aether settled Xiao on the couch and knelt before him to examine the cuts and bruises more closely. Each wound only strengthened his resolve. Something had to be done, and fast.

Xiao’s head was now buried in his hands, his shoulders still occasionally shaking with residual sobs. Aether took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions within him. He knew this moment was crucial, not just for Xiao, but for both of them. In the heavy silence, broken only by their breathing and the cat’s soothing purrs, Aether prepared to give everything he could to heal the physical and emotional wounds of the man he loved.

“I’ve had enough,” Xiao lamented, resting his head on Aether’s shoulder. “I’ve had enough of all this—of enduring it, of watching you drift away, of seeing you try to help me and yet do nothing. The more I try to reach you, the farther you get. It’s unfair.”

“I...” Aether tried to speak, then suddenly fell silent.

“Aether, it’s you I want,” the dark-haired man said sincerely, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “You’re the one my heart belongs to, you’re the one who makes me feel loved. It’s not Mushiko—it never was.”

“But you said you couldn’t,” the blond said, taking the other man’s hands in his own. “You told me it was too complicated.”

“I don’t care anymore. I love you, truly, Aether.”

“I love you too...”

“If you still want me, I can come back,” Xiao added, almost desperate. “If you still want me, I...”

“Stop right there,” Aether interrupted suddenly, placing both hands on his cheeks. “I still want you. I always wanted you. But, like you said yourself, we can’t.”

“Why?” Xiao asked, sniffing. “We love each other. If you’re scared because of what happened, we can take our time to rebuild everything. We can try on new grounds—I don’t care. I just want you back.”

“That’s not it,” Aether muttered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “We can’t get back together while you’re still with Mushiko. Even if you don’t love him, it’s not right to be with two people at once.”

“I’m afraid to leave him,” the dark-haired man admitted, looking very vulnerable. “If I leave him, he’ll hit me. Or he’ll threaten to kill himself. I know—it’s always like that.”

“You just told me he hits you, Xiao.” The blond stayed silent a long moment. “You finally told me... damn...”

They held each other tightly, their arms entwined in a desperate embrace. Every fiber of their beings seemed to cry out for this contact, as if the outside world were nothing but a distant nightmare, and the only tangible reality was the warmth of the other. Xiao’s trembling began to ease under the soothing effect of this closeness. Aether felt his own heart race wildly, responding to the mingled tension and relief.

In a clumsy movement, their feet tangled, unbalancing them both. Without fully realizing it, they toppled backward, falling together onto the couch. Their bodies lay side by side, still entwined, like two castaways clinging to the same lifeline. Aether felt the weight of Xiao against him, the reassuring pressure of his chest against his own, their breaths mingling in a rhythmic, calming dance.

The faces of the two boys instinctively nestled into the hollow of the other’s neck. Aether took a deep breath, capturing the familiar and comforting scent of Xiao, tinged with a note of distress. The fragrance of Xiao’s hair, mixed with that of fatigue and pain, flooded his senses, adding yet another layer to the intensity of the moment. Xiao’s skin against his was warm, a heat that penetrated beyond tired muscles to Aether’s wounded heart.

The tears that had dried on Xiao’s cheeks left salty traces on Aether’s skin. Their breaths, heavy and uneven at first, found a calmer, synchronized rhythm. Every sigh, every heartbeat echoed within this silent embrace, speaking a language only they could understand. Aether felt the contours of Xiao’s wounds against his skin—every bruise, every cut a scar more in their shared story.

The couch beneath them seemed to envelop them, forming a protective cocoon around their exhausted bodies. The soft, dim light of the room created a gentle, serene atmosphere, contrasting with the violence and turmoil outside that they had left behind. Aether’s half-closed eyes watched the shadows in the room absentmindedly, but his mind remained focused on Xiao’s presence, on this embrace that anchored them to one another.

Slowly, the silence grew heavier, charged with everything left unsaid. Aether’s fingers traced soothing circles on Xiao’s back, feeling the tension dissolve beneath his touch. In this frozen moment, he realized how vital this contact, this simple presence, truly was. Xiao was so much more than a love lost.

He was an integral part of himself, half of his own heart.

“Why did he hit you this time?” Aether asked, his right hand nestling into his former lover’s hair. “Was it for no reason?”

“Because I refused to drink with him,” Xiao replied, tightening his hold on the man. “I told him alcohol made him worse, and he didn’t hesitate to raise his hand.”

“And the other times?”

“Out of jealousy, obsession, fear, resentment, or anger.”

“I see… You know, your pain is mine, Xiao,” the blond said, his voice choked with emotions beyond him. “When you suffer, I suffer with you. When he hits you, he hits me too. So stop making us suffer.”

“You know, Aether, when I saw you again for the first time, I thought my heart started beating again,” the dark-haired one said, now ready to confess. “I felt like it had stopped when you left, and I never felt an ounce of love or compassion for Mushiko. When you came back, I felt like my heart was trying to run away to find you. You were there, magnificent, and I had grown ugly.”

“You haven’t grown ugly,” he protested, then sighed. “These marks you have on your body, I find them beautiful. Not because they reflect your pain, but because they reflect a battle you fought. You’re handsome, you’re just as handsome as you were four years ago. Maybe even more.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m saying it because it’s the truth. You have always been handsome.”

“Hey, Aether, do you think we’re soulmates?” Xiao asked gently, caressing his arm. “Do you think we’re meant to stay together?”

“I’ve always thought so,” Aether answered, smiling tenderly. “Deep down, I knew there would only be you.”

For a moment, they gazed at each other, the world around them shrinking to the tiny space between their eyes. Xiao’s eyes, filled with poignant vulnerability, seemed to silently seek an answer in Aether’s. Positioned above him, Xiao gently moved his fringe aside, revealing tired but resolute features. His fingers, trembling yet determined, brushed Aether’s forehead, creating a tactile connection as soft as a breath.

Xiao leaned in slowly, his movements weighted with hesitation that betrayed the importance of this moment. Their breaths mingled, forming a light mist in the cold air of the room. Then, with infinite tenderness, Xiao pressed his lips to Aether’s. The contact was both electric and soothing, a fusion of warmth and softness that made Aether’s heart beat faster. He closed his eyes, savoring every shade of that long-awaited kiss.

Instinctively and full of desire, Aether wrapped his arms around Xiao’s neck. His fingers tangled in the dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer, as if afraid this moment might vanish like a dream. Xiao’s lips, soft and trembling, answered his with delicate urgency, a silent dance of comfort and promises. Each kiss seemed to mend an invisible fracture, a balm for the accumulated pain.

Their physical closeness amplified every sensation. Aether could feel the irregular rhythm of Xiao’s heart beating against his chest, syncing with his own. The dark circles under Xiao’s eyes, deeper than ever, spoke of sleepless nights, inner battles, and suppressed pain. Aether gently stroked the back of Xiao’s neck, his fingers gliding over skin marked yet still so precious to him.

In that kiss was a mutual recognition of their fragility and strength. Xiao, despite his wounds and scars, showed a newfound determination, a will to fight for what mattered to him. Aether, tightening his embrace, felt ready to face any storm as long as they were together. Their bodies, pressed close, formed a barrier against the outside world—a protective bubble where only their feelings counted.

The room, bathed in soft light, seemed to disappear around them. The cat, still curled up nearby, watched the scene with a serene, almost conspiratorial calm. Without breaking from Xiao’s lips, Aether felt a wave of warmth flood him—a sense of fullness he thought lost forever. That kiss, that simple touch, was a silent promise of healing and hope.

Their breaths, growing ever more synchronized, deepened and calmed. Aether’s lips, marked by emotion, barely parted from Xiao’s, as if trying to prolong that eternal moment. In response, Xiao gradually let go of his tension, surrendering to the reassuring embrace like a sailor who finds solid ground after a long storm.

That kiss—far more than a mere gesture—was the symbol of a new beginning, a rebirth. Aether knew the road ahead would still be strewn with obstacles, but in Xiao’s arms, he found the strength and courage to face the future.

“Don’t let me go. Not now.”

“I never intended to let you go anytime soon.”

They held each other tightly, as if fearing the slightest interruption might shatter this moment of intimacy. Their lips met and parted, punctuated by brief pauses to catch their breath, but never long enough to break the magic of the instant. Xiao held Aether’s cheeks firmly, his slender trembling fingers anchoring their physical and emotional connection. He kept Aether’s face steady, preventing him from turning away, as if afraid everything would vanish if he loosened his hold.

Aether, in turn, slid his hands onto Xiao’s cheeks, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of his face. Each caress was a silent invitation to continue, a gentle and persistent urging. Xiao’s skin, marked by cuts and bruises, felt incredibly fragile beneath Aether’s touch, adding a poignant dimension to their gestures. These marks of pain and resistance only deepened the tenderness with which Aether touched him, as if trying to soothe every wound with his caresses.

Their gazes met intermittently each time their lips briefly parted. In those moments, Xiao’s eyes, full of held-back tears, shone with a desperate intensity. Aether read deep suffering there but also fierce determination. It was as if he glimpsed Xiao’s soul—naked and vulnerable—in those glimmers of moist light. And in the silence of those exchanged looks, he found the strength to carry on, to fight for the two of them.

The atmosphere of the room was thick with comforting warmth, contrasting with the coldness of the outside world. The cat, still nestled close by, observed the scene with an almost sacred tranquility, as if it understood the importance of this moment for its master. The soft, welcoming couch seemed to envelop them in a protective cocoon, isolating their bubble of intimacy from the rest of the universe.

Aether felt the warm breath of Xiao against his skin with every kiss, each interrupted breath a reminder of their shared reality. The kisses themselves were a blend of softness and urgency, a delicate dance where every movement carried deep meaning. Xiao’s lips, though marked by fatigue and pain, conveyed infinite tenderness, and Aether responded with equal passion, merging their emotions in this simple yet powerful gesture.

Despite the pain and trials, these kisses held a promise of renewal, a glimmer of hope shining through the darkness. Aether could feel the irregular beats of Xiao’s heart against his chest, a ragged rhythm that nonetheless matched his own, creating a strange but comforting harmony. Every press of Xiao’s lips, every touch of their skin, resonated like a note in a silent symphony of reunion.

Seconds passed, turning into minutes, yet time seemed suspended around them. Aether knew the road ahead would be long and fraught with obstacles, but in that moment, all that mattered was the rekindled bond, the silent promise never to be swept away by storms apart again. Together, they formed an inseparable whole, and in the embrace of those kisses, they found the strength and courage to believe in a better future.

And so, they remained there, lost in an ocean of tenderness and shared pain, holding each other tightly as if they were the only souls in the world.

“I love you more than anything,” Xiao managed to say, out of breath.

“I love you just as much,” Aether replied, his breath ragged.

Their kisses, initially full of tenderness and gratitude, gradually grew more carnal. Xiao, swept up in a wave of desire and need for comfort, let his lips drift slowly toward Aether’s neck. The latter closed his eyes, feeling an intense warmth spread through him with every kiss Xiao pressed to his skin. The initial softness of their kisses transformed into a series of more urgent, hungrier gestures.

Aether felt his heart race, a storm of conflicting emotions surging through him. He was torn between the burning desire awakening within and a dull, visceral fear. The sensation of Xiao’s lips on his neck, the warmth of his breath, stirred instincts he had long suppressed. Each kiss was like a flame licking his skin, slowly consuming him. His hands, which gently caressed Xiao’s face, tightened slightly, betraying his inner tension.

Fear began to mingle with desire, creating a whirlpool of unsettling sensations. Aether’s fingers trembled as they slid into Xiao’s hair, trying to grasp something tangible in this intense moment. His breathing grew erratic, thoughts jostling in his mind. He didn’t want this moment to spiral out of control, fearing their fragile relationship might break under the weight of unleashed passion.

Taking a deep breath, Aether felt the fear swell inside him, urging him to react. With a softness tinged with regret, he slowly pushed Xiao away, his hands sliding from his hair to his shoulders. Eyes closed, he forced himself to break the physical contact, though every fiber of his being cried out for the opposite. Finally, he opened his eyes, meeting Xiao’s gaze, where he read confusion mixed with unfulfilled desire.

The distance created between them only intensified the electricity in the air, each inch apart echoing their emotional connection. Aether’s breath was short, his heart pounding wildly. He could still feel the warmth of Xiao’s lips on his skin, like a phantom burn that refused to fade. His fingers finally relaxed, releasing their grip on Xiao’s shoulders, and he tried to regain some calm.

The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken undertones and repressed desires. Aether sought to regain control of his emotions, to soothe the inner chaos that the moment had unleashed. He knew that pushing Xiao away was not a rejection, but a desperate attempt to preserve something precious between them. He did not want passion to erase the tenderness and respect that bound them.

Xiao, for his part, seemed to be struggling with his own emotions, his gaze searching for answers in Aether’s eyes. The visible wounds on his body and face, witnesses to his recent trials, reminded Aether of the fragility of their situation. The sexual tension that had crept between them had to be handled with care, so as not to add new complications to their already complex relationship.

Thus, lying on the couch, the two young men found themselves in a silent pause, a necessary moment to collect their thoughts. Aether gently squeezed Xiao’s hands, offering silent support while promising himself to find a way to navigate this new dynamic between them. Their hearts still beat as one, their breaths synchronized, and despite the physical distance, they remained connected by an invisible but undeniably powerful bond.

“I’m sorry, I just think it’s not right, after all,” murmured the blond, before sitting up straight. “Don’t get me wrong, I really want this, but you’re still officially with another man.”

“I see,” mumbled the dark-haired one, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll try to break up with him as soon as possible, don’t worry.”

“Take your time, I know it’s something hard for you.” He looked out the window and saw a few lights lighting up the sky. “Wait, what time is it?”

“It’s…” He took out his phone and checked the time. “It’s midnight.”

“Well then, Happy New Year.” Aether chuckled lightly before smiling. “I hope this year will be better than the last one for you, and that you’ll find happiness.”

“I hope it will be for you too.” Xiao returned his smile, though it was a bit more fragile. “After all, you deserve it.”

“How about we mark the occasion and celebrate New Year’s together?”

“What could we do?”

“Have a drink while watching the rest of the fireworks, and talk about the good old days,” proposed the blond, with a teasing look. “I think it’ll do us good.”

“Well, that sounds like a good plan,” said the dark-haired one, getting up in turn. “We should go out on the balcony. I’ll prepare some chairs and blankets.”

Xiao went to fetch two lounge chairs, placing them on the balcony with methodical precision. Meanwhile, Aether busied himself in the kitchen, carefully choosing a well-chilled bottle of champagne and two delicate flutes. The clinking of glasses echoed softly in the silent apartment. After securing the balcony door to prevent his cat from injuring itself outside, he joined Xiao, his heart beating a little faster at the thought of this shared moment.

The lounge chairs were ready, and Xiao waited patiently, a faint smile tracing his lips despite the trials he had just endured. Aether sat beside him, placing the bottle of champagne and the flutes on a small nearby table. They then wrapped themselves in thick blankets to shield against the biting cold of the December night. The comforting warmth of the covers enveloped them, creating an intimate bubble amid the freezing winter.

Aether took the bottle and, with a precise movement, uncorked the champagne. The soft pop of the cork and the light foam gently spilling over the neck brought a festive touch to the scene. He poured the sparkling liquid into the two flutes, the bubbles rising gracefully, adding a golden gleam to the atmosphere. His hands trembled slightly—not from the cold, but from the emotional intensity of the moment.

They raised their glasses, a silent gesture of celebration and renewal, their eyes meeting in the dimness of the balcony. Aether could feel the depth of Xiao’s emotions in his gaze—a mix of gratitude, sadness, and hope. The last bursts of light from the fireworks illuminated the sky, casting colorful reflections on their faces and in their champagne glasses.

The fireworks display was both magnificent and fleeting, each explosion of light vibrating in the dark night, dissipating within mere seconds. Aether let himself be carried away by the beauty of these fleeting moments, his heart beating in rhythm with the distant detonations. Xiao’s hand found his beneath the blankets; their fingers intertwined naturally, as if they had always been meant to hold one another like this.

Each flash of light in the sky seemed to symbolize a new promise, a fresh hope for the year to come. Aether felt the warmth of Xiao’s hand against his own, an anchor of comfort and support. The pains and uncertainties of the past year slowly faded, replaced by a renewed determination to protect and cherish what they held most dear.

As the final fireworks lit the sky, marking the passage into a new year, Aether turned his head slightly to look at Xiao. The other’s profile was illuminated by the fading glow of the fireworks, his expression marked by a newfound serenity. Aether felt a wave of affection wash over him, a silent promise to fight for their happiness, no matter the challenges ahead.

The night grew deeper, and the cold more biting, but the warmth of their connection was enough. The empty champagne flutes now rested on the table, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. Cuddled close beneath the blankets, they let silence take over, warming each other by their mere presence. The new year had just begun, and with it, the promise of a future they would build together, hand in hand.

“Do you have any new resolutions?” Xiao asked softly, his gaze fixed on him in the darkness of the night.

“To quit smoking, I think,” Aether replied, a contemplative look on his face. “I know it’s not good for me, and I know I worry others more than anything else. And you?”

“To rebuild myself.”

“That’s so philosophical of you.”

“Stop mocking me.” The dark-haired man pouted, then chuckled. “But it’s the truth. I want to take back what Mushiko stole from me.”

“Then I’ll gladly help you.” The blond raised the other man’s hand and placed a chaste kiss on it.

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The next morning, Aether woke slowly, the light filtering softly through the curtains of his bedroom. Xiao’s arms were wrapped around him, their reassuring warmth enveloping him like a cocoon. Aether opened his eyes and met Xiao’s gaze—already awake—watching him with a gentle smile. That smile, full of sweetness and affection, seemed to wash away all the pain and uncertainties of the night before.

Above his head, the cat slept peacefully, one paw resting protectively on his master’s hair like a sentinel keeping watch. The animal’s slight weight and steady breathing added an extra sense of serenity to this intimate moment. Aether felt Xiao’s fingers gently brushing his cheek, the delicate and comforting gesture stirring a flood of emotions within him.

He leaned slightly into the touch, closing his eyes to fully savor the tenderness of the contact. Xiao’s hand, light yet filled with intent, traced soothing circles on his skin, as if to reassure him of the loving presence at his side. The soft warmth of Xiao’s palm contrasted pleasantly with the morning chill of the room, creating a bubble of warmth and comfort.

Each motion of Xiao’s hand radiated a tangible affection, and Aether felt his heart swell with gratitude. The pain and anger of the previous day faded with each caress, replaced by a deep sense of peace. He inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar, comforting scent of Xiao—a quiet melody of safety and home.

The golden morning light filtered gently into the room, illuminating Xiao’s face and outlining his features with a soft glow. Aether opened his eyes again, capturing that moment of pure beauty and calm. In Xiao’s eyes, he saw a flicker of hope and determination—a mirror of his own.

The cat shifted slightly, adjusting its position without ever breaking contact with Aether, as if understanding the importance of this protective bond. The scene was almost unreal in its serenity, a moment suspended in time where nothing else existed but the softness of touch, the warmth of entwined bodies, and the silent whisper of two hearts beating as one.

Aether was overwhelmed with gratitude—for this shared tenderness, for Xiao’s calming presence, for the unspoken promise of a future in which they could support each other. He surrendered fully to the feeling, letting go of his fears and worries, focusing only on the present—on Xiao’s gentle touch, and the stillness of that January morning.

They remained like that, wrapped in a silent embrace, their hearts beating in sync, their souls finding comfort in one another. Xiao’s constant, reassuring caress continued to trace gentle paths across Aether’s skin, each movement deepening the bond between them. It was a new beginning—a promise of brighter days, where the pain of the past would be replaced by the light of love and mutual care.

"This reminds me of those mornings when you’d sleep in and I’d stay here watching you," Xiao said, leaning in to kiss his forehead gently. "I could do it for hours without ever getting tired of it."

"Yeah, I remember that too," Aether murmured, still half-asleep. "I always wondered how you managed to wake up so early."

"Well, now I can say it’s thanks to my job at Starbucks," the dark-haired man chuckled softly. "But back then, it was just to see you as soon as possible."

"Ugh, that’s so corny..." Aether grumbled playfully, pulling the pillow closer. "Have you been awake long?"

"I was already awake when your cat started staring at me—like he was silently telling me to move my hands."

"He wouldn’t do that."

"He would. Your cat’s very possessive," Xiao said, leaning over to pet the feline. "Also, it wasn’t very smart of you to lie about his name when he’s wearing a collar. Good thing I never called him by it—he wouldn’t have responded."

"Wait, you mean you saw his real name?" Aether began to blush with embarrassment.

"Honestly, he does kind of look like a 'Xiao'," Xiao teased. "I won’t lie."

"Stop it!"

They stayed in bed for a good half hour, savoring the warmth of each other’s bodies and the softness of exchanged caresses. Their eyes wandered into one another’s, each glance, each smile deepening the renewed intimacy between them. Aether felt a new kind of serenity settling over him—a tranquility he hadn’t felt in a long time. Xiao’s fingers traced delicate arabesques on his skin, drawing paths of tenderness and affection, while Aether responded in kind, his hands gently exploring Xiao’s face and arms.

Their words were light, sometimes whispered, as if not to break the fragile bubble of peace that surrounded them. They spoke of shared memories, small moments of happiness, of dreams and hopes. Every word seemed to slowly erase the lingering marks of past pain, making space for a present steeped in softness and unspoken promises.

After a while, the need to get up made itself felt. Aether, his heart light, slowly sat up, pulling Xiao along with him. They left the comfort of the bed and headed toward the kitchen. The cat, awakened by their movement, jumped down and followed them, meowing softly for his own breakfast. The morning was bright, sunlight piercing through the windows and filling the room with a pleasant warmth.

Aether prepared a simple but comforting breakfast—toast, orange juice, and freshly brewed coffee. Xiao, for his part, set out fresh fruit and pastries on the table. They worked in silence, but their complicity and harmony were unmistakable. Their movements were coordinated, each gesture speaking of an intimacy rekindled.

Once breakfast was ready, they settled in front of the television, choosing to watch a comedy to accompany their meal. The film’s light-heartedness stood in contrast to the depth of emotions they felt—but it was exactly what they needed. A moment of laughter and ease to push aside the shadows of the past. Aether curled up against Xiao, a blanket draped over both of them, adding an extra layer of comfort to their morning.

Their hands remained entwined, even as they ate. Aether felt the reassuring warmth of Xiao’s palm against his, a constant, soothing presence. The laughter from the film mingled with their own, filling the apartment with a joy both simple and profound. Each joke, each amusing scene seemed to lift a little more weight from their hearts.

Aether glanced sideways at Xiao, noticing the way his face lit up with laughter, the dark circles under his eyes now softer, and how his features slowly relaxed. The transformation was clear, and Aether felt an immense gratitude. For this moment, for the chance to begin again, for the love that united them and gave them the strength to endure.

Breakfast went on in that gentle, light atmosphere. The toasted bread and fruit were savored slowly, each bite punctuated by smiles and shared glances. The comedy film made the perfect backdrop, offering bursts of laughter and tender absurdity that nourished their souls. Aether felt grateful for this morning, for the hopeful beginning of a new year, and above all, for Xiao’s calming presence at his side.

“I don’t remember the last time I had such a calm morning…” Xiao murmured, eyes fixed on the screen. “With Mushiko, mornings are more like a race. I get up, rush to get ready before he comes back from work, and then leave just as fast.”

“You wouldn't eat anything before leaving?” Aether asked, slightly worried. “And… were you sleeping well? You always had those big dark circles under your eyes.”

“I’d grab breakfast at Starbucks,” the dark-haired man admitted, sighing. “I’d go on late-night walks, then come back to sleep a few hours at the apartment.”

“To me, that sounds more like life in a prison than anything else.”

“Yeah… you’re right. It is a prisoner’s life.”

“Well,” Aether added, trying to ease the subtle tension, “prisoners usually get released after serving their sentence. It’s been almost a year now that you’ve been suffering—maybe soon you’ll get some peace.”

“I’ve always wondered… do the wives of prisoners take them back once they’re free?” Xiao whispered, turning his gaze toward him.

“I think it depends on the love they feel,” Aether answered thoughtfully. “If her husband killed someone, she probably wouldn’t. But if he was punished unjustly, I think she would—without hesitation.”

“And you… would you be willing to take me back?” Xiao asked directly, with apprehension, his hand tightening around Aether’s. “Was I judged unfairly?”

“I’d be willing to take you back,” Aether replied sincerely, biting his lower lip nervously. “Especially once you’ve broken your chains. It’s just that, right now… I’m stuck.”

“Because of Mushiko?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Does that mean… we still can’t kiss?”

“I can’t really imagine kissing a man who’s in a relationship with someone else.”

“But I don’t feel anything for him. I never felt anything for him.”

“It’s just… a matter of principle for me,” Aether said quietly. “I always swore I’d never kiss a man who belongs to someone else.”

Aether deeply longed to lose himself in this budding renewal—to kiss him until the hours vanished, to melt into his embraces, to stay by his side… Yet Xiao was still with Mushiko. Even if he didn’t love him, even if fear rather than affection kept him bound to him… Aether couldn’t bring himself to be part of what felt like a betrayal.

As they sat in front of the television, Xiao’s warmth pressed against him, Aether felt torn between two opposing emotions. The softness of Xiao’s caresses, the soothing hush of his breath, and the feel of his lips against his skin stirred in him a burning desire to forget everything and surrender fully to the moment. But an inner voice, insistent and unrelenting, kept reminding him of the reality of their situation.

Every shared laugh, every exchanged smile became a source of inner conflict for Aether. He wanted to believe that this bubble of happiness could last forever, that the complications of real life could be held at bay by the strength of their rekindled love. Yet the truth lingered like a shadow, darkening every moment of joy. Xiao was still tied to Mushiko—a bond woven more from fear and manipulation than from any genuine affection.

Aether’s thoughts spun in his mind, creating a storm of confusion and guilt. He remembered the times he had seen Xiao with Mushiko, the way the latter had treated him. Each memory added a layer of sadness to his heart, keeping him from fully surrendering to the sweetness of the present. The idea of contributing to a kind of betrayal repulsed him, even though every fiber of his being wished to remain wrapped in Xiao’s comforting warmth.

He looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling a mix of love and pain. His fingers tightened around Xiao’s, as if afraid to lose him again, but the reality of the situation forced him to maintain a certain emotional distance. He didn’t want to be the cause of infidelity, even if it meant giving up on immediate happiness. The integrity of their feelings meant more than anything, and Aether knew he had to honor that, despite the temptation to give in to his longing.

The comedy film continued to play on the screen, but Aether struggled to focus. His thoughts kept circling back to the same question—how could they navigate this situation without causing each other more pain? He knew he couldn’t just settle for this fleeting moment. He needed to find a way for Xiao to free himself from Mushiko’s hold without compromising the values he held dear.

Aether’s eyes lingered on Xiao’s face, tracing each line, each shadow and highlight. He wanted to believe in a future where they could be together without all these complications, but he also knew the path ahead would be riddled with obstacles. The tenderness they now shared had to become a bridge toward that reality—a constant reminder of what they were fighting for.

Finally, Aether sat up slightly, tightening his embrace around Xiao while still keeping a subtle restraint. He knew they had to talk, had to find a way out of this without betraying their love or their integrity. He wasn’t ready to sacrifice the sincerity of their emotions for a fleeting moment of happiness, however tempting it might be.

“I don’t belong to him, you know,” Xiao said softly, pulling the other man closer. “I never did. I’ve only ever belonged to you, from the very beginning.”

“I know that…” Aether murmured, resting his head in the crook of Xiao’s neck. “I just think… we should throw Mushiko out of our lives before we pick up our story where we left off.”

“And I completely agree with you.”

“If you need help with that, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

Aether and Xiao embraced tenderly, holding each other close with love and longing. Aether felt whole again—alive again. It was as if a stick had been wedged in his inner workings, and now it had finally snapped. He felt the way Xiao held him, the gentle brush of his lips against his forehead or hair.

A wave of warmth surged through Aether’s body, each of Xiao’s caresses awakening sensations he thought he had lost forever. Xiao’s fingers traced softly over his skin, guided by infinite tenderness. Every movement seemed to carry unspoken meaning, unspoken promises. Their heartbeats echoed in harmony, composing an intimate symphony that wrapped around them, isolating them from the rest of the world.

Their embrace grew stronger, more urgent, as if letting go of one another were an insurmountable impossibility. Aether could feel the warmth of Xiao’s body, the soft breath on his face, the familiar and comforting scent of his skin. His lips grazed his forehead, then his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Every kiss was a vow of comfort and devotion, a silent oath of protection and love.

Aether’s hands slid along Xiao’s back, savoring every curve and muscle. He could feel the tension still etched into his lover’s frame, the marks left behind by pain and suffering. It stirred in him a fierce resolve to protect him, to never again let him suffer alone. In Xiao, he had found a refuge, an anchor—and he was willing to do anything to preserve this precious bond.

Their bodies, pressed together, radiated a warmth that transcended mere physical contact. Aether felt enveloped in a soft, benevolent light, an aura of safety and serenity. The sounds of the outside world faded, leaving only the hush of their synchronized breathing and the steady rhythm of their hearts in perfect symbiosis. Every moment spent like this was a treasure, a pearl of happiness in an ocean of turmoil.

Aether closed his eyes, surrendering to the embrace, to this silent yet eloquent communion. He knew this moment might not last forever, that challenges still awaited them, but he chose to hold on to this fragment of eternity—to cherish it like a fragile, vital flame. Xiao, nestled against him, embodied the rebirth of his hope, the reaffirmation of his will to live and love fully.

Each brush of skin, each shared breath, strengthened the bond between them. Aether felt emotional barriers falling, old wounds slowly healing beneath the gentle pressure of Xiao’s touch. Together, they were creating a space of healing and renewal—a sanctuary where their souls could flourish without fear or judgment. Time seemed to stop, wrapping them in a bubble of infinite tenderness.

Their embraces grew more intense, blending love and desire in a silent, intimate dance. Aether could feel the latent passion in every movement Xiao made—a palpable force drawing them irresistibly toward each other. He responded with equal fervor, his hands exploring Xiao’s body with a touch that was both gentle and burning. They were two souls intertwined, two hearts beating in unison, lost in the depth of their rekindled connection.

"Even so, why should we keep denying our feelings and desires because of Mushiko?" asked the boy with dark greenish-black hair, his breath brushing against the other's ear. "If you just want a kiss, I can give you that. If you want me to hold you through the night, I can do it without complaint."

"You’re really trying to tempt me, aren’t you?" asked the boy with long blond hair, lowering his gaze to the other’s lips. "And what if I told you I’d only allow one kiss a day—would that be enough for you?"

"Yes. That would already be a big step forward."

"By the way, this is sudden, but... did you ever kiss Mushiko?"

"To be honest with you, it only happened once," Xiao admitted, lowering his gaze, almost ashamed. "When he asked me to be with him, he kissed me without asking, and... I didn’t push him away."

"Don’t look so guilty, Xiao," murmured Aether with a gentle smile. "You’re not the only one who’s kissed other people."

"Who did you kiss?" asked Xiao sharply, locking eyes with him. "Do I know him?"

"I didn’t know him at all," the blond laughed nervously. "I was drunk, and his scent reminded me of you, so..."

"Don’t say anything else."

Xiao leaned in and suddenly pressed his lips against Aether’s. The latter responded instantly, without hesitation, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by the raw, sincere passion of the gesture. Their lips met with an almost desperate urgency—a collision of long-restrained desires and buried emotions.

Aether immediately felt the warmth of the kiss spread through his entire body, every fiber of his being reacting to the intimate contact. Xiao’s lips were soft, but the intensity of the kiss ignited a symphony of sensations that made Aether’s heart pound. He could taste the bitterness on Xiao’s lips mingled with the sweetness of his breath—a poignant blend that spoke of pain and love.

Aether’s hands settled on Xiao’s waist, pulling him closer, trying to erase any space between them. His fingers pressed gently into his lover’s flesh, expressing a deep need for connection and solace. Xiao responded by wrapping his arms around Aether’s neck, his fingers tangling in his hair, as if afraid to lose him again.

Their breaths intertwined, creating a harmonious rhythm—a silent dance where each movement, each tremble, was a declaration of love. Aether could feel Xiao’s rapid heartbeat against his chest, a comforting music that chased away the shadows clouding his thoughts. Their kisses grew deeper, more exploratory, each brush of lips sending waves of pleasure through their bodies.

The intensity of the moment stirred in Aether memories of past kisses, of moments when the simplicity of their love had been enough to bring them happiness. But this time, something had changed. There was a new depth born of pain and separation. Each kiss carried the weight of their history, the promise of an uncertain future, and an unwavering will to find each other again.

Aether could feel the determination in Xiao’s every movement—a quiet but unshakable will to prove that, despite everything they had endured, their love remained unbreakable. Their tongues met tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, exploring and rediscovering the familiar shapes of each other’s mouths. There was a raw beauty in this rediscovery, a tenderness that made every touch feel infinitely precious.

Their embrace tightened, bodies pressed together as if they longed to fuse into one. Aether could feel the warmth of Xiao’s body, the tension in his muscles, the softness of his skin beneath his fingers. Every sensation was heightened—every touch, every kiss, a silent declaration of their desire to never part again.

With his eyes closed, Aether let himself be swept away by the tide of sensation, forgetting everything except the present moment, the man in his arms, and the intensity of their bond. He felt alive—more than ever—every kiss, every caress rekindling emotions he thought he had lost. Xiao was there, with him, and that was all that mattered.

“…By the way,” Aether began, pulling back slightly, “what time are you going home?”

“Mushiko’s probably still asleep right now,” Xiao replied, brushing his lips against Aether’s. “I’ll go back around four. I’ll tell him I went out to train.”

“Do you think he’ll believe you?” the blond asked, concern flickering in his voice. “I don’t want him to hurt you because of me.”

“It’ll depend on what mood he wakes up in,” the dark-haired boy muttered, glancing away.

“Why did you never defend yourself?” Aether asked abruptly, his long blond hair shifting as he tilted his head. “You know how to fight. I know that.”

“Would you think I’m stupid if I told you… that I didn’t dare hit him because he reminded me of you?” Xiao replied, eyes fixed on the ground. “I know he’s not you, and his face is really different from yours. But… in those moments, because of his dyed hair, his body shape—I can’t help but think of you. I imagine your face, terrified, if I ever raised my hand. I imagine you telling me you hate me.”

“Xiao…”

“I take the blows thinking I’m doing it for you. So I won’t feel guilty. So I won’t feel weak. When Mushiko gets angry, he doesn’t look like you anymore. His face twists into something awful… and that’s when I can finally tell you two apart.”

“You know, I would never raise my hand against you. I never did before, and I know I never will. I couldn’t hurt someone I love. Mushiko and I—we’re different in every way. He hurts you constantly. He never shows love. He steals from you. He makes you feel unsafe. He doesn’t recognize your passions, or your family. Me? I’m the opposite.”

“I know that already,” Xiao said softly, voice trembling. “You made me feel loved. I felt important… and cherished. You asked me every day what would make me happy. You kissed me all the time. You played basketball with me. You loved my family…”

“Don’t ever see me in Mushiko again, okay?” Aether murmured gently. “I’m here now. You don’t need a substitute to remember me.”

“…Aether.”

They embraced tenderly, their bodies molding together in a comforting, grounding hold. Aether could feel every tremor coursing through Xiao, every painful sigh he tried to stifle. He wanted nothing more than to strip away that pain, to free him from every invisible scar left behind by Mushiko’s cruelty.

Aether’s arms wrapped securely around Xiao, his hands gliding slowly across his back, his shoulders—as if to reassure him with his touch alone. He whispered soft words, promises of comfort and unwavering support, hoping that his voice might soothe the storms inside Xiao’s heart. Aether wanted every word to be a balm, a silent vow that he would never again let him feel alone.

His fingers glided delicately over the visible wounds, each caress an attempt not only to heal Xiao’s body but also his wounded spirit. Aether could feel the faint tremors beneath his touch, the tension held in Xiao’s muscles—a silent testament to the pain he carried inside. Every gesture was slow, deliberate, as though he were tracing lines of love and healing across the marked skin of the one he cherished.

Aether raised his eyes to meet Xiao’s gaze. Despite the pain reflected there, a glimmer of hope and gratitude shone through. A lump formed in Aether’s throat, his heart clenching at the sight of Xiao’s vulnerability. He wanted to absorb every shard of his suffering, to make it vanish, and replace it with the tenderness and love overflowing in his heart.

He leaned in gently, pressing a light kiss to each bruise, each injury, as if his love alone could erase the pain. His lips brushed over Xiao’s skin with infinite softness, murmuring soothing words between each kiss. Slowly, he could feel the tension melt away under his touch, Xiao gradually relaxing in his arms.

A warm tear slipped down Aether’s cheek—an involuntary response to the depth of emotion stirring within him. Still, he whispered words of comfort, of devotion and love, hoping Xiao could truly feel how deeply he was cherished and desired. He wanted Xiao to know that he no longer had to bear this weight alone—that someone was finally there to share his pain and help carry the burden.

Their bodies remained tightly intertwined, every breath, every movement in quiet harmony. Aether ran his fingers gently through Xiao’s hair, his hand gliding slowly along the curve of his neck, trying to ease each lingering knot of pain. He wanted Xiao to feel safe, to know he was no longer alone in the fight.

Overwhelmed by a surge of tenderness, Aether murmured more words of love, soft promises of better days ahead. In that moment, despite the bruises and sorrow, there was a flicker of hope—a quiet promise of renewal, carried by the unconditional love binding them together.

“Why are you crying, Aether?”

“Because it breaks my heart to see you fighting alone.”

“Don’t you think I’m handling it pretty well on my own?”

“No… I can feel the way you're collapsing into me, Xiao.”

They spent the afternoon together, finding refuge in the simplicity of shared moments. Aether and Xiao settled into the living room, game controllers in hand, the soft glow of the screen lighting up their focused faces. Aether felt a rare sense of normalcy, a precious pause from the emotional storm that had consumed them in recent days. Xiao, seated beside him, seemed at ease—his shy smiles blooming with each victory, and even in shared defeat.

Their laughter echoed through the apartment, each burst of joy warming Aether’s heart a little more. He could feel the heat of Xiao’s body beside his, a comforting presence that chased away the shadows of uncertainty. Xiao’s fingers brushed his now and then—fleeting touches, yet laden with tenderness—reminding Aether that they were here, together, in this fleeting but precious moment.

Now and then, their game was interrupted by the insistent meows of the cat, jealous of the attention Aether gave to Xiao. The feline would come closer, rubbing its head against Aether’s legs, demanding its share of affection. Aether smiled as his fingers slipped gently through the animal’s soft fur, his calming strokes soothing the creature’s restlessness. Xiao watched the scene with a fond smile, occasionally leaning over to offer his own caresses, weaving an unspoken bond between the three of them.

Their gaming sessions were often punctuated by quiet pauses, moments where they curled up together on the couch. Aether would feel Xiao’s light weight leaning against him, his head resting at times on Aether’s shoulder, eyes closed, simply enjoying the stillness. With a gentle hand, Aether stroked Xiao’s hair, his fingers playing idly with the strands, savoring the silky texture beneath his touch. He could feel Xiao’s steady breathing, the calm rhythm of his breath—a soothing melody in the peaceful afternoon.

The cat, ever seeking affection, often settled onto Aether’s lap, purring softly, its half-closed eyes radiating quiet contentment. Aether divided his attention between Xiao and the cat, his hands alternating between affectionate strokes, forming a cocoon of warmth and gentleness around them.

Aether caught himself treasuring every second—every shared laugh, every knowing glance exchanged with Xiao. He wanted to etch these moments into memory, precious keepsakes to sustain them through the darker days ahead. He felt a deep connection to Xiao, a bond shaped by love and pain alike, by the silent promise never to let each other go.

The afternoon stretched on, each minute feeling both eternal and fleeting. Aether knew the road ahead would be long and fraught with challenges, but in this moment, he allowed himself to believe in the possibility of a better future. He held Xiao a little closer, his lips brushing tenderly against his lover’s temple—a silent vow of unwavering love and support.

Looking at Xiao, Aether saw not just the wounds and scars, but also the strength and resilience that defined them both. They had found a sanctuary in one another, a space where pain could be shared and eased, where love could heal and rebuild.

And in that quiet afternoon, surrounded by laughter, games, and gentle touches, they found a semblance of peace—a glimmer of hope for the days to come.

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“Well, you seem to be glowing today, Aether,” Ganyu remarked with a smile. “Is it because of your new resolutions?”

“Oh, not really,” Aether replied with a nervous chuckle, glancing up at her. “Let’s just say… some things happened, and they’ve been nice.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” the woman with the light blue hair said gently before heading toward the door. “Lately, we were all under the impression that you were getting depressed—because of the workload, and especially because of the situation with Mushiko.”

“Keqing gave me a really good piece of advice.” The blond stood as well, gathering a few papers in his hand. “She told me to leave problems where I found them. And… I followed that advice.”

“Keqing always has good advice. In fact, we should join her in the meeting room.”

“Yes, that’s right. We need to go over the new complaint.”

Aether followed Ganyu out of his office, his thoughts still clouded by the events of the past few days. They walked side by side down the corridor, their footsteps echoing across the polished tile floor. The hallway felt endless, each step pulling him deeper into a reality he still wasn’t ready to fully embrace. Their silhouettes stretched under the sterile neon light, long and wavering shadows dancing along the walls.

When they reached the meeting room, Aether took a deep breath before opening the door. The space was bathed in a soft light filtered through half-lowered blinds. Keqing and Kazuha were already seated around the large mahogany table, their faces drawn with fatigue and concern. Folders and reports lay scattered across the table’s surface, silent witnesses to long hours of relentless effort and shared worry.

Keqing looked up as Ganyu and Aether entered, a flicker of relief passing through her gaze. She held a thick report in her hands, her fingers clenched tightly around the pages as if seeking some measure of comfort from them. Aether noticed the dark circles beneath her eyes—clear evidence of sleepless nights spent poring over and reanalyzing the critical information they had managed to gather.

Kazuha, meanwhile, seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on a sheet of paper he held before him. His features were tense, a furrow of concentration etched deeply into his brow. He barely turned his head to acknowledge Ganyu and Aether, his mind clearly immersed in the complexity of the data. His fingers drummed nervously against the table—a small, involuntary tic that betrayed the pressure he was under.

Aether sat down as well, casting a glance over the scattered documents before him. Each page seemed to represent a new obstacle, a fresh challenge to overcome in their pursuit of truth and justice. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders, but the presence of his colleagues—just as determined and committed—gave him the strength to carry on.

The silence in the room was only broken by the rustle of papers and the quiet clicking of pens against the wooden table. Aether took a moment to observe his fellow comrades, realizing just how much each of them had sacrificed—time, energy, and peace of mind—for this shared cause. Ganyu was calmly leafing through a file, her eyes scanning each line with meticulous precision, her movements imbued with the serene grace that always seemed to surround her.

Despite the heaviness in the air and the urgency of their mission, Aether felt a wave of gratitude for the team around him. They were all here, united by a common goal, determined to uncover the truth and deliver justice. He knew darker moments were yet to come, but in this fleeting moment of calm, he found comfort in the certainty that he was not alone.

“Sit down,” said Keqing simply, and the others obeyed. “We can finally begin.”

The meeting finally started, their voices rising one after another as they shared findings and proposed strategies. Aether listened closely, committing each detail to memory, each word only strengthening his resolve. The road ahead was full of pitfalls, but together, they were ready to face whatever came. And as the discussions grew more intense, Aether felt a renewed determination radiating from each team member—a shared energy, ready to meet the future with courage and hope.

“We didn’t get the chance to go over our discoveries last time,” Keqing continued, her expression serious. “So we should coordinate now. Kazuha, you can start.”

“On my end, the neighbors didn’t seem to know who I was talking about,” Kazuha replied, pulling out a few sheets of paper covered in his handwriting. “So I showed them a photo of Mushiko and Xiao. Suddenly, two of the couples I’d questioned admitted to hearing shouting at night. Sometimes loud noises too, like construction. But they didn’t know anything more. I asked if they’d be willing to file a complaint, and they agreed.”

“As for me, they just wouldn’t stop complaining,” said Keqing, letting out a weary sigh. “But they did agree to file a complaint. I asked if they could testify about Xiao’s injuries.”

“There was a bit of commotion on our end,” Ganyu added, letting out a nervous laugh. “Xiao was there, but he quickly got distracted by Aether. I took that opportunity to speak with another server, and he agreed to file a complaint.”

“But while we were at Starbucks, Mushiko showed up,” Aether added with a slightly grim expression. “He made a scene in front of all the customers and staff. He was demanding money from Xiao, and grabbed him way too roughly.”

“Did anyone record it?”

“We’re not sure.”

“That’s unfortunate—we could’ve used the video.”

“I think we already have a lot of support. It’s not that serious.”

“By the way, when are we going to file the complaint?” asked the woman with the light-blue hair, turning to her friend.

“We’re not going anywhere,” the purple-haired woman replied. “In fact, ever since that day, the residents of the building have been going to file complaints one by one—every single day.”

“And you, Kazuha, have you filed one already?” asked the blond-haired boy.

“I did, right after I finished my part,” replied the white-haired young man. “The officers were pretty skeptical, but they still accepted my report.”

“All that’s left now,” said the pink-eyed woman, a victorious smile on her lips, “is to wait patiently for the police to take action. They won’t be able to ignore us anymore. And if they do… we’ll go higher.”

Aether, Kazuha, Keqing, and Ganyu wrapped up their discussion about the complex situation between Mushiko and Xiao. The meeting room, still heavy with palpable tension, slowly emptied as each of them gathered their documents and prepared to leave. The discussions had been intense, but necessary—each detail carefully examined in the hope of finding a path forward.

After nearly an hour of deliberation, they finally stood up. Aether headed for the door, feeling an urgent need to breathe fresh air. Sensing his state of mind, Kazuha silently followed. Together, they left the building, their footsteps echoing against the concrete floor of the entrance hall.

Outside, the air was crisp and refreshing, a welcome contrast to the suffocating atmosphere they had just left behind. Aether inhaled deeply, his lungs filling with the chill of early evening. Each breath brought a small measure of clarity. Kazuha remained by his side, respecting his need for quiet and contemplation.

They sat down on a bench, their tired bodies leaning back against the wooden slats. Aether pulled a pack of chewing gum from his pocket, unwrapped one, and popped it into his mouth. The sweet, minty flavor spread over his tongue, offering a momentary distraction from the chaos of his thoughts. He chewed slowly, his jaw moving out of habit while his mind continued to spin.

“You’re into gum now?” Kazuha asked with a hint of sarcasm. “Finally giving up on cigarettes?”

“Yeah, I think it’s time to quit and get myself together,” Aether replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “For now, this is enough. But I’ll go see my doctor soon to get patches prescribed.”

“You’re brave. I’m proud of you,” the white-haired boy said, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

“I’m mostly doing it because Xiao made me,” the blond muttered, then chuckled. “He overheard us last time—broke my lighter, crushed my cigarettes, and threatened to break my leg if I bought more.”

“When he decides to protect someone, he doesn’t do things halfway.” Kazuha laughed softly too, then sighed. “I’m grateful. I wouldn’t want to see my best friend suffer any longer.”

“By the way, did you give that guy a chance?” Aether asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“Yeah, we started dating about five days ago. His name’s Scaramouche.”

“I hope he’s the right one. You deserve to be happy.”

“You’d be surprised if you saw him,” Kazuha said, gazing up at the sky with a dreamy expression. “I told you he was arrogant, but that was just a shield. He’s kind and sensitive, despite everything he’s been through.”

“See? I told you so!” Aether exclaimed cheerfully.

Aether’s gaze drifted toward the landscape before him. The trees in the park stood bare, their thin, intertwined branches tracing intricate patterns against the grey winter sky. A few passersby, bundled up in thick coats, moved cautiously along the slippery paths, their figures blurred by the light mist.

He could feel Kazuha’s presence beside him—a silent anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. Kazuha, too, seemed lost in thought, his eyes absently following the dance of fallen leaves carried by the wind. There was a serenity to his posture, a stillness that stood in contrast to Aether’s inner turmoil.

The wind played with their hair, brushing against them gently, as if trying to soothe their troubled minds. Despite the weight of the situation, Aether found a strange comfort in that shared moment. The minutes passed, marked only by the faint sound of chewing gum between his teeth and the low whisper of the breeze.

The silence that followed was heavy, yet oddly calming, each second reinforcing the quiet bond between them. Aether knew they were both lost in the same concerns, the same hopes, and the same fears. This brief pause, even if fleeting, was a reminder of their shared determination and commitment to supporting Xiao.

He sat up slightly, feeling his muscles gradually relax. The echoes of the meeting still lingered in his mind, but out here in the open air, he could almost feel the weight begin to lift. Kazuha’s presence—steady, unwavering—gave him the strength to keep moving forward, one step at a time.

“So,” began the white-haired boy, shivering slightly from the cold, “how are things going with Xiao? Don’t hide anything—I already told you I’d support your relationship if you got back together.”

“I spent New Year’s with him. It was really nice,” Aether admitted, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. “Actually, Xiao and I… we still love each other. We always have. But I can’t go back to him.”

“Because of Mushiko.”

“Xiao swore he never loved him. I realized he’d just tried to replace me because he was hurting after we broke up. But he ended up with poison instead.”

“Aether,” Kazuha said firmly, his voice steady with conviction, “I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure you get your happy ending with him. You two broke up over something trivial, and now you need each other more than ever. We’re going to help him heal from that poison, and then—then you’ll be able to breathe freely again. I swear it.”

“That’s kind of you, Kazuha.” Aether smiled softly, lowering his head. “I really appreciate it.”

After a moment of shared silence, Aether noticed a familiar figure approaching the bench where they sat. It was Scaramouche, Kazuha’s boyfriend, walking with quiet confidence. Aether watched his approach, taking in every detail with a curiosity laced with caution.

Scaramouche possessed that particular kind of charisma—a blend of confidence and arrogance that demanded attention. His dark eyes briefly scanned Aether before settling on Kazuha. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed a simple kiss to Kazuha’s lips, a gesture both possessive and tender. Kazuha, receptive to the affection, returned the smile with a softness that contrasted with his partner’s more daring demeanor.

Although Aether felt slightly like an intruder in this intimate moment, he offered a polite smile. He observed the dynamic between the two men, recalling Kazuha’s earlier words about Scaramouche’s personality. The latter’s arrogance was unmistakable—not only in his gait, but also in the way he seemed to command the space around him.

The cold wind continued to blow, but the atmosphere had subtly shifted with Scaramouche’s arrival. He brought with him an intense, almost electric energy that stood in stark contrast to the quiet tranquility Aether and Kazuha had shared moments before. Aether caught himself studying Scaramouche’s features—his deliberate movements, the way he always appeared in control.

Scaramouche quickly struck up a conversation with Kazuha, his voice clear and laced with a disconcerting confidence. Aether merely listened, his mind hovering between interest and contemplation. It was obvious that Scaramouche cared deeply for Kazuha, but that affection was wrapped in a thick layer of pride.

“I thought you’d be alone,” Scaramouche suddenly remarked, stepping closer to Kazuha. “By the way, why were you at the real estate agency?”

“I told you I had something important to take care of, didn’t I?”

Aether’s gaze drifted for a moment to the dead leaves at their feet, swirling in the wind. He briefly wondered what Xiao would think of this exchange—of the contrast between Kazuha’s gentleness and Scaramouche’s sharp arrogance. He felt a fleeting pang of jealousy—not toward the relationship they shared, but rather toward the certainty with which Scaramouche seemed to navigate his emotions.

Scaramouche turned his head briefly toward Aether, his piercing eyes appearing to size up every thought crossing Aether’s mind. That look, though brief, carried a kind of unspoken challenge. Aether, unwilling to show weakness, held the stare with calm resolve, refusing to be intimidated.

“And who’s this?” Scaramouche asked, gesturing toward the blond-haired boy with a tilt of his chin.

“This is my best friend—you know, the one I told you about,” Kazuha replied, offering a small smile.

“Nice to meet you,” Aether said softly, returning the smile. “Kazuha’s told me a lot about you.”

“Yeah, he’s told me a lot about you too,” the dark-haired man replied coolly. “You’re the one trying to win back his ex-fiancé.”

“Wait—how did you...?”

“Sorry, Aether. I told him,” Kazuha admitted gently.

“Well, I’m not judging,” Scaramouche added, shrugging. “Just stating the facts.”

The conversation continued, drifting effortlessly between trivial topics and more profound discussions. Aether remained mostly an observer, his thoughts frequently wandering back to Xiao and the complexity of the emotions they both carried. The contrast between his relationship with Xiao and that of Kazuha and Scaramouche was striking, adding another layer of reflection to his already troubled mind.

Time seemed to stretch as they remained there, together, yet Aether knew this moment would soon come to an end. He straightened slightly, feeling the chill of the bench beneath him and the wind, now sharper, nipping at his skin. Scaramouche and Kazuha appeared perfectly at ease, as though they could remain like this forever, sheltered within the bubble of their intimacy.

Aether raised a hand in farewell before walking away. A faint smile tugged at his lips when he caught sight of Scaramouche leaning toward Kazuha, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. At least his best friend had found happiness—that thought brought Aether a quiet sense of peace. Yet his thoughts inevitably drifted back to Xiao, and his steps, almost by instinct, carried him toward the Starbucks. The anticipation of seeing him again made his heart pound faster, each footfall echoing the rhythm of his turbulent emotions.

As he pushed open the door of the café, Aether was wrapped in a familiar warmth. The comforting scent of freshly ground coffee mingled with the sweetness of baked goods, embracing him like a memory. His eyes scanned the room until they met Xiao’s. A warm smile passed between them—a silent but deep connection. Xiao gave a small wave before making his way toward the counter.

Aether settled at a table by the window, his thoughts buzzing with excitement. It wasn’t long before Xiao appeared at his side, carrying a strawberry smoothie drizzled with chocolate syrup. The glass shimmered under the café’s soft lighting, the vibrant colors of the smoothie contrasting beautifully with the cozy ambiance. Xiao set it down carefully, his movements precise and graceful.

Then, in a gesture that made Aether’s heart leap, Xiao leaned down and stole a kiss—brief and soft, but brimming with tenderness. Aether closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation of Xiao’s lips on his, the intimacy of it warming him from the inside out. The world seemed to pause, each sensation heightened within that bubble of quiet love.

Aether’s fingers brushed against Xiao’s as he pulled away, their eyes locking again—more intensely this time. A wave of heat spread through Aether’s body, a mingling of relief and longing. That single gesture from Xiao had said more than a thousand words. It was a silent promise, a reminder of the unshakable bond they still shared despite the turmoil and uncertainty.

He took a sip of the smoothie, the sweet, refreshing taste bursting across his tongue. His mind wandered through memories of past moments with Xiao—each encounter, each shared smile. The trials they had endured together only deepened their connection. Sitting there in the soft warmth of the Starbucks, Aether felt—finally—at home.

Xiao’s presence, so near and yet still somewhat distant within the context of his work, brought a certain calm to Aether. He watched as Xiao returned behind the counter, his movements fluid and precise, each gesture revealing his skill and passion for what he did. Aether knew their relationship wasn’t simple—but it was that very complexity that made it so rare, and so precious.

As he looked around, Aether realized that this café had become a refuge—a place where he could truly be himself, where he could reconnect with Xiao without the weight of outside expectations. Every detail, every moment spent here added another layer to the shared story they were quietly rebuilding.

Minutes passed, but for Aether, time seemed suspended. He savored each instant, each exchanged smile, each tender gesture. In this intimate space, wrapped in the café’s warm atmosphere, Aether felt whole. The simple knowledge that Xiao was there, just a few steps away, was enough to soothe his restless mind and nourish his heart with a love both profound and sincere.

“How are you doing today?” Xiao asked as he sat down across from him.

“I should be the one asking you,” Aether replied, his tone laced with meaning. “Are you hurting anywhere in particular today?”

“I hurt pretty much everywhere, like always.” Xiao gave a faint chuckle, as if trying not to worry him. “But I think I feel better now that you’re here.”

“Still such a charmer...” Aether blushed faintly, sipping his smoothie. “Anyway, have you decided when you’re going to break up with Mushiko? Or is it still too soon?”

“I tried to talk to him yesterday,” Xiao murmured, “but he just ignored me.”

“Can’t you just tell him and walk away?”

“If I did that, there’d be consequences,” he admitted with a sigh. “Don’t get me wrong—I want to be with you as soon as I can. But there are still things I need to resolve. And they’re... really personal things.”

“I understand,” Aether said, lowering his gaze to the table.

Xiao reached out, and Aether, without hesitation, took his hand in his own. That simple contact, so full of unspoken meaning, made his heart beat faster. The warmth of Xiao’s palm spread through him, stirring old memories and emotions he thought long buried. Aether cherished that silent connection, that rediscovered intimacy. He brought Xiao’s hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on it—light, almost like a promise.

He took another sip of his smoothie, the sweet taste of strawberry and chocolate melting delightfully on his tongue. Then, slowly, he reached out with his other hand to touch Xiao’s face. His fingers brushed gently across his soft, delicate skin, tracing invisible lines along his cheeks. He felt Xiao shiver ever so slightly under the touch—a subtle reaction, but one that spoke volumes of the feelings between them.

They devoured each other with their eyes, lost in the depths of each other’s gaze. Aether could see the same burning passion that had once brought them together four years ago. That flame, far from extinguished, seemed rekindled by everything they had been through. Their exchanged glances were intense, charged with desire and mutual understanding. In Xiao’s eyes, Aether saw all the love he felt, all the pain they had shared, and the fragile but unwavering hope for a future together.

Their breaths deepened, falling into rhythm, as though their hearts were beating in sync. Aether softly caressed Xiao’s jawline, his fingers lingering on the contours of his face, memorizing every detail. Xiao closed his eyes briefly under the pleasure of that gentle touch, a small but sincere smile curving his lips. That smile—that pure expression of happiness—melted Aether every time.

The passion from a year ago surged back with renewed strength, reinforced by their resilience and unwavering bond. Aether remembered the nights spent talking for hours, the stolen kisses between meetings, the comforting embraces that had eased their fears. Each memory echoed in this present moment, creating a mosaic of their shared history.

Aether felt his heart swell with gratitude and joy. Xiao was here—with him—despite everything. The pain of the past was slowly fading, replaced by a comforting certainty: they were meant for each other. He squeezed Xiao’s hand a little tighter, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. It was a silent promise, an affirmation of his love and commitment.

The outside world faded away, leaving only the present moment. Aether leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between their faces until their breaths mingled. There was infinite softness in that gesture, a tenderness that spoke louder than words. Their foreheads touched, and Aether closed his eyes, savoring the closeness, the intimacy of that instant.

In that simple exchange, Aether felt all his fears and doubts melt away. He knew that as long as Xiao stood by his side, they could face anything. Together, they were stronger, more resilient.

“Let’s stop talking about Mushiko every time we see each other, alright?” Xiao suggested, smiling gently. “I want us to talk about us, about who we want to become.”

“Well... I want to start everything over from the beginning,” Aether admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “We already know each other, of course. But I want us to rebuild on healthier foundations, and to be really clear about what we both want.”

“Would you still want to get engaged to me?” Xiao asked, sincerely curious. “Even after everything, I want to be engaged to you again—as soon as possible. Being engaged doesn’t mean getting married right away. I just want to give you your engagement ring back, so we can be united again.”

“I’ll be honest—every part of me is screaming to say yes,” Aether said with a soft laugh. “You’re right, we can stay engaged and wait before getting married. Jumping straight into marriage would feel too sudden, even if we still love each other.”

“You know, Aether, when we broke up, I think there’s something you didn’t understand.”

“Oh yeah?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to build a family with you. It’s just... I’m not ready yet. I can’t imagine taking on that many responsibilities at once, when I still struggle to take care of myself.”

“I get that. Look, I’d never want to force you into building a family. If you’re not ready, we’ll wait.”

“Later on, maybe we could have one,” Xiao added. “I’m not closed off to the idea at all. I just want to spend time with you first.”

Xiao and Aether continued talking, their voices blending into the soft murmur of the café. The topics they explored were varied—from shared memories to dreams for the future—each word strengthening their bond. Aether savored every second, losing himself in the nuances of Xiao’s voice, watching every expression that crossed his face. Their intertwined fingers remained a constant point of contact, an anchor in the whirlwind of their emotions.

Time seemed to both stretch and contract, each minute passing as both an eternity and an instant. Aether felt a deep peace, a rare serenity. He watched Xiao speak with passion, his eyes lighting up with that familiar intensity Aether had always admired. Their laughter mingled, forming a gentle melody that wrapped around them, enclosing them in a bubble of joy.

The looks they exchanged were intense, each shared smile reinforcing the sense of renewal, of a second chance. Aether felt a warm glow spreading through his chest, a profound gratitude for these precious moments. Xiao’s presence was comforting, his gestures filled with tenderness and care. Every touch, every glance, spoke of their restored closeness, of the love that still bound them.

But eventually, the softness of that moment was pierced. One of Xiao’s colleagues, visibly rushed and a little stressed, came to interrupt their intimate exchange. He apologized briefly, casting a regretful glance at Aether before asking Xiao to return to his shift. Aether felt a small pang of disappointment, but he understood. The reality of daily life had caught up with them, and he could only accept the inevitable interruption.

Xiao rose slowly, an apologetic and regretful look in his eyes. Aether offered him an encouraging smile, giving his hand one last reassuring squeeze before letting it go. Xiao’s gaze lingered on him a moment longer, as if trying to carry that memory with him, before turning to his colleague and walking away.

Aether followed him with his eyes, watching each of his movements with immeasurable tenderness. He noticed the lightness in Xiao’s step, a kind of calm determination that warmed his heart. Xiao glanced back over his shoulder one final time, a discreet but meaningful smile on his lips, before disappearing behind the counter.

Left alone at his table, Aether let out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting across the lively café. The echoes of their conversation still resonated in his mind—every word, every laugh, etched into his memory. He felt filled with a renewed energy, ready to face whatever came next. The time spent with Xiao, though brief, had rekindled his spirit and heart, and he knew that, no matter what happened, they would always find their way back to each other.

He leaned over his smoothie, savoring one last sip, his mind already brimming with thoughts and plans for their next meeting. The memory of Xiao’s smile, the warmth of his hand, remained imprinted within him—a beacon in the sea of his emotions.

Finally, he stood, ready to return to the rhythm of the day, but with a newfound lightness, a quiet confidence renewed by Xiao’s presence in his life.

Chapter Text

Aether was walking home after a lively evening at Kazuha’s place. Cheerfulness colored each of his steps, and he whistled softly, his mind still brimming with laughter and the echoes of conversation. As he reached his building, he slipped the key into the lock and opened the door with a light motion. But the moment he crossed the threshold, he felt a hand seize his arm with startling force. He spun around, brows knitting in surprise.

What he saw stole the breath from his lungs.

Xiao stood there, his face marked by a dark bruise, blood streaking his arms. His eyes—wide, desperate—searched for refuge. Aether’s heart clenched violently in his chest. Without a second thought, he pulled Xiao against him, wrapping his trembling body in protective arms. Blood quickly soaked into Aether’s clothes, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was Xiao, injured and vulnerable.

“Oh my god, Xiao...” Aether murmured, voice tight with anxiety.

He felt the warmth of Xiao’s blood seep through the fabric, but the sensation was drowned by the urgency of the moment. Xiao was there, shivering in his arms, each tremor betraying the depth of his pain. Aether gently stroked his hair, whispering soothing words, trying to calm the storm of terror overwhelming his friend. Their breaths mingled in the cold night air, thick with the metallic scent of blood and fear.

The world outside faded into nothing. The silent streets, the bite of the wind—all of it vanished as Aether focused entirely on Xiao. His arms tightened, as if he could transfer strength into Xiao’s body, as if he could shield him from the horrors he had endured. He felt every quiver, every flinch of pain, and his heart cracked a little more with each passing second.

When Aether lowered his gaze to Xiao’s arms, he saw lacerations—deep and cruel—wounds that spoke of unspeakable violence. He bit back a curse, forcing himself to stay composed for Xiao’s sake. His thoughts spiraled, racing to find a solution, a way to help, to keep him safe. He couldn’t bear to see Xiao like this, so broken, so fragile. Rage and sorrow swelled in him, but he pushed them down, focusing only on the present.

The weight of Xiao in his arms, the overpowering scent of blood, the raw texture of the wounds—these sensations formed a mosaic that anchored Aether in the moment. He gently lifted Xiao’s face, and their eyes met. In that gaze, Aether saw unfathomable pain, but also a glimmer of recognition, a flicker of relief. He nodded slowly, a silent promise of protection and unwavering support.

Tenderly, with infinite care, Aether guided Xiao into the building, each step calculated to minimize his pain. He held him tightly, feeling the weakness in his legs, ready to carry him if it came to that. The elevator seemed to take forever, each second deepening the sense of urgency. Aether murmured comforting words, promises of safety and healing.

“It hurts too much, Aether...” Xiao whispered, his voice barely audible. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Once they reached the apartment, Aether carefully lowered Xiao onto the couch, his hands trembling slightly from a mixture of emotion and adrenaline. He hurried to the bathroom, grabbing towels, water, and a first aid kit. When he returned, he found Xiao with his eyes closed, his breathing uneven. Aether knelt beside him and began cleaning the wounds with infinite gentleness, each movement precise and full of care.

"I'm here. Everything's okay," the blond murmured, gently brushing back Xiao’s hair. "You can let your guard down now. I’ll take care of you."

"Why is it me who has to suffer like this?" Xiao asked, his voice cracking as tears began to well at the corners of his eyes. "What did I do wrong? Do I deserve this?"

"You did nothing wrong, Xiao," Aether said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You’ve never done anything wrong. You deserve so much better."

"Sometimes I wish he’d hit me hard enough… I wish he’d hit me so hard I’d lose consciousness. So hard I’d just die."

"No, don’t say that, Xiao..."

Xiao broke down in tears in front of Aether—a heart-wrenching sight Aether had rarely witnessed in their four years together. Xiao’s face contorted with raw grief, his shoulders trembling violently, and his sobs echoed through the apartment, filling the air with palpable anguish. Aether’s heart splintered at the sight, a sharp pain blooming in his chest. Rage toward Mushiko roared inside him, but he shoved it down, focusing entirely on Xiao’s immediate need for comfort.

He leaned in, wrapping Xiao in protective arms, his hands gently stroking the back of his lover, trying to calm him. Xiao curled into him, burying his face in the crook of Aether’s neck, his burning tears trailing down Aether’s skin. Each whimper, each sob, reverberated like a mirror of Aether’s own pain. He held Xiao tighter, as if he could become a shield against the outside world, a barrier against any future harm.

He could feel the uncontrollable spasms of Xiao’s body against his chest, every shudder deepening his own helplessness. Xiao’s tears soaked through his shirt, but Aether didn’t care. He whispered soothing words, hoping their sound alone might grant some relief to his broken companion. He continued stroking Xiao’s hair, his cheek, trying to offer even the smallest measure of comfort.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly. Minutes blurred together as Aether remained still, holding Xiao, absorbing all the pain he could, sharing every sob and every tear. His own heart pounded heavily in his chest, a painful rhythm that seemed to echo Xiao’s. The room around them—the walls, the furniture—faded away, leaving only the two of them in that desperate, sacred moment.

Aether could almost feel Xiao’s pain as a physical presence—tangible and suffocating. The warmth of their bodies pressed together, the salty trace of tears on his skin, the soft murmur of comforting words—these sensations wove together into a vivid, all-consuming mosaic.

There was no space for anything else but this attempt at emotional healing.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Xiao’s sobs began to subside, replaced by ragged, shallow breaths. Aether continued to hold him, rocking him gently, offering unwavering support. Xiao surrendered completely, his full weight resting against Aether, his tears gradually drying up. Aether felt a bittersweet mix of relief and sorrow, knowing that Xiao had needed this moment of vulnerability to begin stitching himself back together.

As silence slowly settled over them, Aether did not loosen his embrace. He knew Xiao's emotional wounds would take time to heal, and he was ready to be there for every step of that journey. Xiao remained nestled against him, his tears slowly drying, his sobs giving way to soft sighs. Aether closed his eyes for a moment, vowing to do everything in his power to shield Xiao from further pain.

The gradual calm that came over Xiao was a brief reprieve, but Aether knew the road ahead would be long. He kept murmuring gentle words, softly running his fingers through his lover’s hair, letting the silence and the simple comfort of presence work their quiet magic. The two of them remained there, bound by an unshakable connection of support and compassion, ready to face whatever storms lay ahead—together.

"It's only when I'm in your arms that I can forget, even for a moment, the life I’m living," Xiao said, still tucked into the hollow of Aether's neck. "I forget my situation, my sorrow, Mushiko... I forget that I’m alone, that I’m clinging to almost nothing just to survive."

"I told you, Xiao," Aether replied, holding him a little tighter. "You only have to say two words, and I’ll help you. Just two words, and you can stay in my arms as long as you want."

"Help me."

"Gladly, my love," the blond said affectionately, as the other let out a shaky sob. "Let’s start by tending to your wounds, alright?"

Aether slowly pulled back, careful not to startle Xiao. He walked toward the bathroom to gather the rest of the first aid supplies. The faint sound of running water as he rinsed a towel echoed softly through the apartment, a stark contrast to the heavy silence still hanging in the air. He returned with the kit in hand and knelt beside Xiao once more. Xiao looked up at him, his tear-filled gaze steeped in visible anguish.

With infinite gentleness, Aether began to clean Xiao’s wounds. He delicately wiped the blood from his friend's arms, each movement measured, mindful not to cause more pain. Xiao’s hands, trembling and clutching tightly at Aether’s sweater, were like those of a frightened cat desperately seeking refuge. Aether could feel the pressure on the fabric—a silent manifestation of Xiao’s fear and vulnerability.

Every cut, every bruise on Xiao’s face spoke volumes of the violence he had endured. Aether applied disinfectant to the wounds, his heart twisting at each wince of pain Xiao let slip. He whispered soothing words—promises of protection, of unwavering presence—hoping they might ease even a sliver of Xiao’s suffering.

Aether’s movements were precise and tender. He wrapped bandages around Xiao’s arms with a practiced hand born not of choice but of necessity. He gently dabbed at the bruises with cool compresses, his fingertips grazing the injured skin with utmost care. Xiao said nothing, but his eyes stayed locked on Aether’s, seeking in them the security and reassurance he so desperately needed.

Their physical closeness was charged with emotional intensity. Aether felt the heat of Xiao’s body, the stuttered rhythm of his breath, and the occasional sobs still shaking his shoulders. Each touch, each caress, was an attempt to rebuild—to piece together the shattered fragments of Xiao’s soul. Aether felt powerless before the depth of his friend’s pain, but he was resolute in his will to do everything he could to help him through it.

When Aether had finished dressing the wounds, he gently placed his hands over Xiao’s, slowly prying them away from his sweater. He lifted his gaze, meeting Xiao’s eyes with quiet intensity, trying to convey all the strength and determination he carried. Xiao truly looked like a frightened cat—wide-eyed, imploring, his hands still trembling despite the care he had received.

Aether straightened slightly but remained close, ready to offer comfort at the slightest sign it was needed. He knew the physical wounds would heal with time, but the emotional scars would require far more patience and support. Silently, he made a promise—a vow never to let Xiao face such pain alone again.

“Look, you’re strong,” Aether complimented him gently, trying to reassure him. “You’re standing right here in front of me, alive. That takes real courage, you know.”

Xiao remained silent, lowering his head.

Aether leaned toward him again, carefully gathering Xiao into his arms. He felt the fragility of his friend’s body against his own—a fragility that stirred a fierce and urgent protective instinct within him. Xiao, trembling slightly, clung to him like a lifeline, seeking to anchor himself in the safety Aether represented.

Aether placed several light kisses on Xiao’s temple, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his lips. Each kiss was a silent promise of support and unconditional love. He hoped that this gentle, repeated contact might soothe the turmoil within Xiao, ease his anxieties, and grant him a moment of respite.

Aether’s fingers slid into Xiao’s hair, stroking it softly. He knew the silky texture of those strands well, and the simple gesture reminded him of happier moments they had shared. Aether leaned in a little more, planting a series of kisses on Xiao’s cheeks—about ten in all—each one as tender and reassuring as the last. Xiao’s cheeks were still damp with tears, and Aether could feel the sadness and distress gradually easing beneath his care.

Xiao’s face, marked by pain and suffering, seemed to relax little by little under Aether’s affectionate ministrations. He could feel Xiao’s tense muscles slowly loosening, his sobs fading. Aether knew it was only a small step toward healing, but an important one nonetheless.

Aether’s hands, still tangled in Xiao’s hair, moved down to gently caress his back, tracing soothing circles. He felt Xiao’s rapid heartbeat against his own chest—a symphony of life and fragility. Every movement, every touch, was a conscious effort to convey safety and comfort.

Aether’s lips continued to leave soft kisses on Xiao’s face, each one carrying a message of love and support. He said nothing, but his body language spoke volumes of everything he felt. Xiao, still shaken by the ordeal he had just endured, seemed to find some calm in these repetitive, tender gestures.

The soft light in the apartment created an intimate, almost sacred atmosphere, where every one of Aether’s movements took on profound meaning. Xiao, nestled against him, began to breathe more steadily, finding in Aether’s arms a refuge from the darkness outside. Seconds stretched into an embrace that seemed to defy time itself, marking a moment of connection and healing amid the chaos.

“I love you…” whispered the dark-haired boy, tightening his hold around Aether’s waist. “I love you so much, my heart.”

“I love you even more,” replied the blond, offering a faint smile. “Can you hear it? My heart’s beating a little faster.”

“If you hadn’t come back, I think I would’ve given up everything.”

“But I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, thankfully.” He sighed in relief, as if a tremendous weight had just lifted from his chest. “I…”

“Don’t say another word.” Aether gently stroked his hair and pressed a kiss on the center of his forehead. “Try to focus on the good things, even if it’s just for a moment. If you let the negative take over, you’ll never make it.”

They slowly lay down on the couch, their movements cautious in the darkness of the apartment. Aether gently guided Xiao, nestling him against his chest with infinite tenderness. Xiao curled into him, seeking warmth and safety in the embrace of his friend. The enveloping blackness of the room seemed to heighten their intimate closeness, blurring the edges of the outside world to leave only a protective cocoon around their entwined bodies.

Aether could feel Xiao’s breathing—irregular at first—gradually calming against his chest. Each breath grew steadier, deeper, as if simply being in contact with Aether was enough to dispel the lingering fear and pain. Aether himself found comfort in this closeness. He felt every heartbeat of Xiao’s as a tangible proof of his presence, his survival, fueling in him a renewed determination to protect him.

The silence of the night amplified their sensations. Aether could almost hear the rustle of Xiao’s clothes against his skin, feel the gentle pressure of Xiao’s arms wrapped around him. The couch, usually a simple utilitarian piece of furniture, transformed into a temporary refuge, a place where every detail of their closeness gained vital significance. Aether’s fingers continued tracing soothing circles on Xiao’s back, each movement a silent promise of support and comfort.

The shifting shadows in the room, cast by the rare outside lights filtering through the curtains, played across Xiao’s tired features, emphasizing the dark circles under his eyes, the marks of his recent ordeal. Aether noticed them all, every sign of pain and exhaustion etched into his mind as a reminder of the path they still had to walk. Yet he also saw resilience in Xiao’s eyes—a quiet but palpable determination.

Lying there like that, Aether was overwhelmed by a complex mix of emotions. The love he felt for Xiao mingled with a deep sadness for all he had endured. He also felt a dull anger toward those who had hurt him, but he knew anger would serve no purpose here. What mattered now was the bubble of peace they had created together—a temporary escape from the horrors of the outside world.

Time seemed to stretch indefinitely as they remained still and silent. Aether closed his eyes, focusing on the soothing rhythm of Xiao’s breathing, trying to soak in that fragile tranquility. Every second spent in that embrace strengthened the bond between them, cementing the certainty that they could overcome the trials ahead as long as they were together.

The darkness of the apartment, far from oppressive, offered a kind of protection—a veil of discretion that allowed Aether to focus entirely on Xiao. He knew the outside world would catch up with them eventually, but for now, all that mattered was this moment of peace stolen from the universe, this brief respite amid the storm.

“You know, I have a proposition for you,” Aether finally said, staring up at the ceiling. “You could send a message to Mushiko and tell him you’re not coming back, and you could stay here.”

“But there are several problems…” Xiao murmured in a low voice. “First, almost all my things are at Mushiko’s place. And even if I run away from him, he knows where I work. He’ll come without hesitation.”

“That’s why I suggest you take a two-week sick leave from work.” The blond began to stroke his cheek. “You’ll stay here, at my place, and we’ll go to your father’s to get the clothes you left there.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you…”

“You asked me to help you, didn’t you? That’s what I’m doing.”

“Don’t you have other solutions?”

“Yes, I have several other solutions. But they all align with this one.”

“All right,” Xiao said at last, nodding against Aether’s chest. “I agree to live here for a little while.”

“You won’t regret it, I promise.” Aether felt happier than ever. “Actually, my coworkers and I have already started an action plan to free you from Mushiko’s grip.”

“What have you done now?” the dark-haired one asked, lifting his head to look at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to put yourself in danger.”

“We’re not putting ourselves in danger,” the blond affirmed, locking his gaze with Xiao’s. “We just asked several people to file complaints again to get the police working. They rejected my previous complaint, so I’d rather try again.”

“If Mushiko finds out, he’ll come threaten you again.” His tone grew more worried as he bit his lips. “Can’t we just leave him behind and move forward together?”

“What good would that do?” Aether questioned, sighing heavily. “If the justice system doesn’t get involved, he’ll keep harassing you at work. He’ll keep hurting you, and I don’t want him to be your chain in life.”

“I don’t want him to hurt you—that’s all I want.”

“He’ll never hurt me. I swear, he’ll never be able to touch me.”

In the peaceful darkness of the apartment, Aether and Xiao slowly drew closer, their faces inclining toward each other in a silent, perfectly synchronized movement. Their gazes intertwined, Xiao’s eyes filled with infinite softness while Aether’s reflected deep tenderness mixed with raw emotion. The moment seemed suspended in time, as if the whole world had stopped to watch them.

As they leaned in to kiss, their lips met with an almost hesitant delicacy. The initial contact was exquisitely tender, a light caress like the first breeze of spring after a long winter. They remained still like that, savoring the purity of the moment. Aether’s lips molded gently against Xiao’s, capturing the warmth and texture of that silent but deeply expressive kiss.

Aether felt a wave of warmth spread from his lips, radiating through his whole body. Every fiber of his being seemed focused on that point of contact, on the gentle pressure of Xiao’s lips against his own. The familiarity and intimacy of the gesture overwhelmed him, stirring memories and emotions he thought buried. Xiao’s subtle scent, mingled with the familiar smell of the apartment, added a sensory dimension to this unique moment.

Their breaths mingled, creating a perfect harmony between them. Aether could feel Xiao’s gentle breath against his skin, each exhale synchronized with his own. The steady beat of his heart, pounding against Aether’s chest, quickened slightly in response to the intensity of their still kiss. He felt every pulse, every tiny movement, like a silent declaration of the deep affection they shared.

The silence in the room amplified every sensation. Aether noticed the slightest movement—the flutter of Xiao’s lashes against his cheek, the softness of his skin beneath his fingers. Their hands instinctively sought each other, finding their natural place intertwined, sealing this moment of total connection. Each second spent in that embrace became a mute testament to their unbreakable bond, a promise of unwavering support and unconditional love.

The minute stretched on, each second passing with exquisite slowness. For Aether, this kiss was more than a simple gesture of affection. It was a communion of their souls, a way to express everything that words could not. He felt tensions dissolve, pains soften, replaced by a profound inner peace. The outside world, with all its turmoil and uncertainty, vanished, leaving only them—united in this moment of absolute intimacy.

At last, they slowly pulled apart, their lips separating with infinite gentleness, as if not to break the magic of the moment. Their gazes remained locked, their souls silently communicating what their hearts felt. Aether smiled softly, his eyes shining with intense emotion. He knew that, no matter what came next, this moment would remain etched in his memory as a sanctuary of pure tenderness and shared comfort.

“I think we’ve exceeded our kiss quota for today,” Xiao said kindly, before letting out a faint chuckle.

“I don’t think I said kisses not on the lips counted,” Aether replied, a smile playing on his lips. “But don’t think you can take too much advantage of that.”

“If I’m not living with Mushiko anymore, does that mean I can kiss you as much as I want?”

“Damn, I hadn’t thought of that…”

“I won’t take advantage. Well, not now.”

“You’re hopeless.”

Xiao leaned in slowly, his movements imbued with infinite gentleness, placing a tender kiss on Aether’s forehead. The warm, light sensation of Xiao’s lips on his skin sent a wave of comfort through Aether’s body, dissipating the last traces of tension that lingered. Each kiss seemed to carry a silent message, a mute promise of support and unconditional love.

Aether closed his eyes, savoring every moment, every touch. He could feel Xiao’s soothing warmth spreading through him, bringing with it a serenity he hadn’t felt in a long time. Xiao’s lips gently moved down, now brushing against Aether’s temples. He peppered the area with brief, feather-light kisses, each leaving an indelible mark of tenderness.

Xiao’s kisses followed a slow, measured rhythm, almost ceremonial. Aether perceived every movement, every delicate pressure of Xiao’s lips against his skin. It created a silent melody of softness and affection, a symphony of tender gestures that resonated deeply within him. He felt Xiao’s soothing presence, close and protective, like a blanket of warmth and safety.

Xiao’s lips continued their path, now resting on Aether’s cheeks. Each kiss was a silent testimony to the deep bond they shared. Aether felt the kisses multiply, light and brief, like tiny stars igniting on his skin. He could sense Xiao’s unwavering love in every contact, every delicate caress of his lips.

Each kiss on his cheeks seemed to dispel a little more of the shadows that had clouded his heart. Aether surrendered to this cascade of tenderness, feeling his soul lighten and purify. Xiao’s hands, resting gently on his shoulders, added another dimension to the embrace. They offered an anchor, a stability, as the kisses continued to descend, scattering warmth and comfort across his face.

The silence of the room was broken only by their slow, synchronized breaths, creating a perfect harmony between them. Aether felt every breath of Xiao against his skin, every subtle movement of his lips, and it warmed him from within. Xiao’s kisses held the power to melt away the walls of pain and loneliness he had built around his heart. It was as if each kiss repaired a crack, filled a void.

Finally, Xiao paused, his lips lingering a moment longer on Aether’s cheek, as if to prolong this magical instant. Aether slowly opened his eyes, meeting Xiao’s gaze. The latter’s eyes shone with a soft, loving light, an expression louder than any words. In that silence filled with emotion, Aether knew he was no longer alone, that he could always count on Xiao to be his refuge, his strength.

This kiss-filled embrace was not merely a gesture of affection, but a true communion of their souls. Aether felt reborn, each kiss from Xiao rekindling emotions he thought lost. Their hearts beat as one, and in that suspended moment, they were two souls united by a deep and unbreakable love.

“If I live here, how are we supposed to sleep, anyway?” the dark-haired one suddenly asked, looking confused.

“Let me remind you, we slept together when we were at your place,” the blond said, gently pinching his nose. “So, we’ll sleep together.”

“I won’t complain.”

“I thought so.”

Chapter Text

After more than a week of living together with Xiao, Aether finally felt whole. Since Xiao’s arrival, his apartment—once silent and empty—had transformed into a sanctuary of comfort and warmth. Xiao had immediately cut ties with Mushiko, sending an unequivocal message to announce he would never return and that he was leaving for good. Mushiko’s reaction, bitter but predictable, took the form of relentless threats. Calm and resolute, Aether advised Xiao to keep all these messages as evidence for future complaints, ensuring protection against this toxic harassment.

Every day, Aether observed with a certain pride and deep relief the small but meaningful improvements in their shared life. He had stopped chewing gum, a habit that had long accompanied him to compensate for his former need to smoke. Since Xiao shared his space, the urge to seek refuge in nicotine had faded. Even when Xiao lit a cigarette, the craving to have one himself no longer gnawed at him. It was a major step in his healing, a sign that the path toward serenity was within reach.

Xiao, for his part, spent his days in the apartment, occupied with playing games, resting, and above all, healing his physical wounds. The attentive and regular care given by Aether had transformed the healing process into a kind of daily ritual, imbued with tenderness and affection. Every treated cut, every renewed bandage, bore witness to the love and support Aether offered. The bruises—painful marks of his recent past—began to fade, as if Aether’s caresses had the power not only to dispel physical pain but also emotional suffering.

The apartment had become a cocoon where time seemed suspended. The days flowed with a calm fluidity, punctuated by moments of video games, well-deserved rest, and tender exchanges. Aether found a serene joy in watching Xiao relax, seeing him gradually regain inner peace. In every smile, every calm glance from Xiao, he saw a victory over the darkness that had once engulfed him. The atmosphere, once heavy with loneliness, was now imbued with a silent and caring complicity.

Their living arrangement, far from being a mere logistical reshuffling, represented a true rebirth for both of them. Simple daily gestures—preparing a meal, sharing a coffee, embracing silently—had become acts of mutual healing. Xiao’s constant presence, his assumed vulnerability, gave Aether yet another reason to get up every morning, determined to offer unconditional support.

Thus, each day saw Xiao rebuild himself a little more, helped by Aether’s attentive care and love. Physical scars faded, and with them, the invisible marks left by pain and fear. Their lives, once marked by suffering and uncertainty, now intertwined in a harmonious dance of comfort and healing. This was a shining proof of the power of love and resilience, a demonstration that even in the darkest moments, light could always find its way to offer new hope.

Every time Aether came home, he had taken to crouching right at the doorway to greet his cat, showering it with affectionate strokes and kisses. The little feline purred contentedly, rubbing its head against Aether’s hands as if to mark this ritual of tenderness. Once these gestures were done, Aether turned toward Xiao, his heart filling with gentle warmth. Their embraces, full of softness and comfort, brought a profound sense of peace. His apartment, once marked by an atmosphere of solitude and silence, now seemed bathed in a new light—one that made every corner warmer and more alive.

This daily life of love and serenity had become an anchor for Aether, a refuge in an often unpredictable world. Simple gestures like a caress on Xiao’s head or a smile exchanged in silence had become powerful symbols of their deep bond. The tranquility of these moments, the regained stability, were treasures he never wanted to lose.

At that very moment, Aether was heading toward the police station, accompanied by Keqing. The air was sharp and biting, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on his shoulders. They walked side by side, their footsteps echoing on the sidewalk. Keqing, ever resolute and calm, walked with assurance, holding in her hand a folder containing all the evidence and necessary documents. Aether, meanwhile, clenched his fists in his pockets, his thoughts swirling between worry and determination.

"The city feels so much duller without the Christmas decorations..." said Keqing, rubbing her hands together. "I much preferred the festive atmosphere."

"It's true," Aether replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Now the snow feels sadder without the garlands."

The approach to the police station stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him. He thought back to the recent events, to Mushiko’s relentless threats and the pain they inflicted on Xiao. The anger he felt was a burning flame, yet it was tempered by the necessity to remain rational and focused. With each step, he reminded himself why he was doing this—to protect Xiao, to ensure their safety, and to put an end to this cycle of fear.

Upon entering the police station, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. The austere walls and the pale lighting gave the place a solemn feel. Aether felt a shiver run down his spine, but he clenched his teeth and followed Keqing with determination. They were greeted by an officer who led them to a waiting room. Sitting there, Aether felt every second stretch on, the waiting becoming nearly unbearable. Keqing, at his side, offered him a reassuring smile, and her firm, friendly presence eased him a little.

As the conversation moved forward, Aether found himself absorbing every detail—the ticking of the clock, the scratching of pens on paper, the serious looks exchanged among the officers. Every element of the scene etched itself into his memory, a symbol of their fight for a safer and better future. The emotion, though contained, simmered beneath the surface, and he knew this moment marked a crucial turning point in their battle against Mushiko’s abuse.

When they were finally invited into a small meeting room, Aether took a deep breath. The walls, lined with various notices and posters, seemed to close in on him, but he forced himself to stay focused. The officers seemed to recognize them, and he saw a few sighs escape their lips.

"You again..." muttered the lieutenant, lifting his eyes to meet theirs. "This is the fourth time in a month you’ve come here."

"Let’s just say we’re not the kind to give up easily," said Keqing, her tone serious.

"I can see that..." grumbled the mustached man. "What kind of evidence did you bring this time?"

"Messages," Aether cut in, placing printed images in front of him. "It’s time to reopen the case—please. Or at the very least, issue an order forbidding Mr. Dokan from approaching Xiao."

"I know the situation is serious, but I’m not the one who makes that call."

"Then who is your superior?" asked the purple-haired woman, crossing her arms. "I’ll ask them if they’re only going to act once someone’s dead."

"Keqing, calm down," murmured the blond, offering a nervous smile. "All we’re asking for is a restraining order. You could put an ankle monitor on Mushiko to keep him from getting too close to Xiao, or assign a minimum distance he has to respect..."

"It’s doable," the lieutenant said, pursing his lips as he glanced over the messages. "We’ll go to Mushiko Dokan’s residence and deliver his new restrictions."

"Will you be able to retrieve Xiao’s belongings that are still there?"

"If not," Keqing added with a cutting edge in her voice, "then next time, I’ll be going to the gendarmerie."

After a while, Keqing and Aether left the police station, leaving behind the austerity of its walls and the weight of their mission. They walked in silence, their steps naturally guiding them toward a nearby park. The crisp winter air stung pleasantly against Aether’s skin, and he lifted his gaze to the sky, where heavy gray clouds loomed, hinting at another snowfall.

As they crossed the paths winding through the park, Aether noticed the fountain at its center, now frozen solid under the season’s relentless chill. The ice sculptures bore a crystalline beauty—fragile and fleeting—reminding him of the uncertainties that still clung to his situation. He paused for a moment, staring at the frozen scene, his thoughts drifting inevitably toward Xiao.

Could the measures they had taken truly be enough to free him from the invisible, yet powerful chains of Mushiko?

Keqing, walking beside him, offered a reassuring smile, but Aether knew the answer remained elusive. An ankle monitor, meant to keep Mushiko at bay, might create a physical barrier—but could it ever offer true, lasting safety? The real shackles weren’t made of proximity. They were emotional, psychological. Could Xiao ever truly feel safe, even with these new precautions?

The crunch of their steps in the compressed snow, the distant whisper of wind through the bare trees—everything around them seemed to emphasize the heaviness of his thoughts. Aether wondered if, after all they had endured, peace was truly within reach. The memories of threats, of terrifying moments, of visible and invisible scars continued to haunt him.

The electronic monitor was progress—a step toward building a safe space. But could it calm the constant anxiety that gnawed at Xiao from within?

As they walked on, Aether found himself thinking about Xiao’s gentleness, the vulnerability he sometimes revealed when they were alone. He remembered the nights spent soothing him, the moments when he felt Xiao trembling in his arms. There was a fragility there—something rare, something precious he would do anything to protect. The justice they sought wasn’t only legal—it was emotional, psychological, deeply human.

They reached a bench, and Keqing sat down, motioning for Aether to join her. He did, though his mind remained restless. The park felt oddly peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm churning inside him. He looked at the bare trees, their skeletal branches stretching toward the sky, and wondered if, like them, Xiao might one day shed his own shadows and be reborn.

The idea of freedom for Xiao was complex, layered. It wasn’t just about Mushiko’s physical absence, but about a full emotional and mental release. Aether knew the road ahead would be long and fraught with obstacles—but every step toward that liberation mattered. The ankle monitor, though symbolic, marked a first victory in their battle.

Keqing placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, grounding him in the present. He drew in a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs, and exhaled slowly, as if to expel the doubts that clung to him. The road was still long, but with the support of his friends—and the strength they found in each other—he believed in the possibility of a better future for Xiao.

"You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?" Keqing asked, her voice softer, gentler. "You know, you don’t have to worry so much. He’s at your place—safe and warm."

"I know, but I can’t get all of this out of my head," Aether confessed, slumping down. "His wounds are healing, and he’s smiling more—I can’t deny that. But deep down, I know he’s still having nightmares. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he wakes up suddenly and looks around frantically. When he realizes he’s safe, he lets out this quiet little sob and holds on to me so tightly. And it breaks my heart."

"Yes, because he’s traumatized," the woman with light violet hair interjected, letting out a sigh. "Emotional scars take far longer to heal than physical ones. Sometimes, he’ll wake up thinking he’s still with Mushiko and in danger. Sometimes, he’ll flinch when you raise your hand to grab something. Xiao might jump at the slightest sound, or panic when someone yells."

"I don’t know how to heal those inner wounds," the blond murmured, defeated. "I feel so useless. I take care of him, but I feel like I’m not doing enough."

"I think you’re absolutely essential to his healing."

"How?"

"He’s emotionally attached to you," she said, raising her eyes to the grey sky. "If he holds onto you so tightly in his sleep, it’s because he needs you. If he clings to you, it’s because you’re his emotional anchor. Xiao might not say it out loud, but he shows it in everything he does."

"Even after four years with him, I didn’t see it..." he muttered bitterly, ashamed of himself.

"It’s not your fault." Keqing brushed her bangs back, the wind having blown them out of place. "You’re focused on helping him heal, and sometimes that makes you overlook the little things. It’s not neglect—it’s just that your worry takes over."

"I think I’ll stop by and get him his favorite cake before I head home," Aether murmured, a small smile forming on his lips. "And to be fair, I’ll grab some treats for my cat, too."

"That’s a lovely idea. You’ll make some very happy souls."

As they sat on the bench, Keqing’s words still hanging softly in the cold air, Aether heard footsteps behind him. His protective instinct kicked in instantly. In a swift, precise motion, he rose to his feet and grabbed Keqing’s arm, pulling her with him. Together, they turned to face the unexpected threat.

Mushiko stood there, his face twisted in pure rage. His eyes glinted with a dangerous, almost deranged light, and his jaw was clenched tight, as if he were barely restraining a storm of fury. In his right hand, a lighter flickered menacingly, the small flame casting shifting shadows across his face. Aether felt his heart race, his blood turning to ice at the sight of the man consumed by uncontrollable rage.

Aether’s mind was racing, trying to anticipate Mushiko’s next move. He knew this man was capable of the worst, and the lighter in his hand wasn’t just for show. The idea that Mushiko might use that flame to burn one of their faces or hair flickered across Aether’s thoughts, sending a shockwave of fear and fierce determination through his body.

He assessed the situation quickly. Keqing, though alert, seemed slightly thrown off by Mushiko’s sudden appearance. Aether, on the other hand, felt a surge of adrenaline, every fiber of his being ready to defend his friend and face the threat. Xiao’s words and the promises they had made to each other surged in his mind, strengthening his resolve.

Mushiko moved forward slowly, the lighter still flickering in his hand, his expression a storm of fury barely contained. Aether studied every detail, searching for a sign, a hint of his true intent. The muscles in his arms tensed, ready to spring at the slightest sign of aggression. This wasn’t just a physical confrontation—it was a battle for Xiao’s safety, for their peace, and maybe even for their lives.

The biting winter cold seemed to merge with the searing tension between them. The contrast between the surrounding frost and the looming threat of fire was palpable. Aether’s breathing grew steadier, his focus sharpened to a razor’s edge. He would do anything to stop Mushiko from causing more harm.

The darkness of the park, broken only by the wavering flame of the lighter, cast a sinister shadow over the scene. Aether, every sense alert, registered every sound—the crunch of Mushiko’s footsteps on the snow, Keqing’s uneven breathing beside him, and the faint murmur of the city in the background all fused into an eerie soundscape.

With his eyes locked on Mushiko, Aether readied himself to act. Determination and fear surged within him in equal measure, creating a volatile mixture of emotions. He knew that this confrontation was not only a test of strength but of willpower, of endurance. Mushiko, despite his evident madness, remained a dangerous opponent.

Time seemed suspended, each second stretching unbearably. Aether stood ready, muscles taut, gaze fixed on the flickering flame. He knew that Mushiko’s next move would decide everything. His resolve to protect those he loved and to put an end to this nightmare had never burned brighter.

In that suspended moment, Aether remembered why he was fighting—for Xiao, for the peace they both deserved, for the hope of a future free from the shadows of the past. The challenge was immense, but Aether was ready to face it—whatever it took.

“If only you hadn’t stood up,” Mushiko muttered bitterly, hatred lacing his voice.

“One more step and I’m calling the police,” Keqing replied coldly, phone already in hand. “Though I wouldn’t mind kicking your ass first.”

“Ever since you came back to this city, you’ve ruined my life!” Mushiko barked, his blond hair now dull and discolored. “Aether Viator, Xiao’s ex-fiancé—you left him, gave me the chance to have him, and now you’ve come back and stolen him again. You left him, and now you took him back.”

“He never loved you,” Aether said suddenly, his voice trembling. “He never felt even a shred of love for you. You were just a substitute. And honestly, that’s understandable, considering how you treated him.”

“That’s why hitting him, while looking like you, was my last hope.”

“You’re sick.”

“You wanted him to hate me?”

“I just wanted him to hate you and love me, that’s all,” Mushiko laughed nervously, his hands shaking. “I’ve always been like this. When someone enters my life, I make them forget everyone else. I want them to belong only to me and ignore the rest of the world.”

“And in the end, they all left you,” Keqing cut in, a mocking smile on her lips. “They all left after seeing how twisted you really are. How ironic. You’ve learned nothing from the past, have you?”

“You don’t deserve love,” added the blond man, deeply shaken by the confession. “You don’t deserve to love or be loved. Hurting someone will never make them love you. Do you hear me?”

“Where is he?” Mushiko suddenly demanded. “I want to know where Xiao is. I’m going to make him take me back.”

“He’s not coming back,” Keqing said, her fingers slipping into her coat pocket as if searching for something. “He’s never coming back, that’s for sure.”

“Xiao found happiness elsewhere,” Aether said in a tone as cold as the night air. “He’s moved on. He’s building a new life—one that’s healthier in every way.”

Mushiko suddenly lunged forward, the flame of the lighter crackling dangerously. In a blur of motion, Keqing yanked a taser from her pocket. Within a fraction of a second, she activated it and pressed it firmly against Mushiko’s arm. A sharp blue arc of electricity flashed, surging through his body. He dropped to his knees with a guttural groan, the lighter slipping from his hand and rolling across the snow, its flame extinguished.

Aether watched it unfold, a wave of fury rising in his chest. He stared at Mushiko—this man who had caused Xiao so much suffering. Every bruise, every cut, every cry of pain echoed in Aether’s mind, stoking a rage he could barely restrain. His fists clenched, the knuckles blanching with the pressure. He wanted to hit him, to return every blow, every insult. He wanted Mushiko to feel the pain he had so carelessly inflicted.

The air around Aether seemed to vibrate with pure, volatile anger. His thoughts blurred, narrowing in on a single, burning idea: vengeance. He stepped forward, muscles taut, prepared to let his fury loose. But before he could act, Keqing turned to face him, her piercing gaze locking onto his. Without hesitation, she thrust out her hand and pressed it against his chest, holding him back from the brink.

The contact of her hand against his sternum snapped Aether back to the present. He could feel the firmness of her grip, the unwavering resolve in her eyes. She was looking at him with a clarity that cut through the storm inside him, anchoring him. The world seemed to narrow, collapsing into this single, vital moment—this decision he had to make.

Aether’s breath came hard and uneven, his emotions swirling within him like a tempest. The weight of justice and vengeance pulled at him from opposite ends. But he knew. Hitting Mushiko wouldn’t undo the past—it would only add more violence to the pain already endured. Keqing was right to stop him, to stop him from crossing a line. She was giving him a chance to choose a higher path, one rooted in justice, not retaliation.

The scene remained frozen in a breathless, suspended silence. Mushiko, still on his knees, was slowly coming to, his dazed eyes struggling to focus. Keqing’s hand remained firm against Aether’s chest, her determination unshakable. And gradually, Aether felt the fury seep from his limbs, replaced by a deep, hollow sadness—for Xiao, and everything they had endured.

Slowly, Aether released the tension in his fists, letting his body soften. He cast one final glance at Mushiko, understanding at last that the best way to protect Xiao was to let the law, not rage, take over. Keqing’s hand slipped from his chest with a quiet grace, her eyes holding a mixture of understanding and solidarity.

Aether stepped back, regaining control of his breath and his thoughts. He turned to Keqing, gratitude and determination shining in his gaze. They both knew this wasn’t over yet—but whatever came next, they would face it with dignity, with strength. Together, they were ready to defend those they loved and ensure that justice would be done.

“Do you really want to stoop as low as he did?” Keqing asked sharply, as Mushiko’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He was left speechless.

“If you hit him, you’re just copying his vile behavior,” she continued, now standing between Aether and Mushiko. “You want Xiao to see Mushiko when he looks at you? You want to become the same kind of trash? You’d be no better than him, Aether.”

“I…” Aether’s voice broke, a knot rising in his throat. He felt on the verge of tears. “No. I don’t want that.”

“Then don’t lay a hand on him,” Keqing said softly, turning to meet his gaze. “Let me handle it, okay?”

With a fluid and precise movement, Keqing lifted her leg and delivered a brutal kick to Mushiko’s face. The impact cracked through the air like a whip, sending Mushiko flying backward, his face contorting with the force of the blow. Aether stood frozen, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. His breath caught in his throat, and though he wanted to speak, no sound came out. He was rooted to the spot, torn between surprise, apprehension, and a rising, silent fury.

Still on his knees, Mushiko looked up at Keqing, a burning flicker of rage in his eyes. He wiped the blood streaming from his nose with the back of his hand, his expression twisting into one of hatred. His entire body tensed as if ready to retaliate, but Keqing towered above him, her presence cold and unyielding, gazing down at him with piercing detachment.

"You were in the wrong from the beginning, Mushiko Dokan," Keqing said, her tone devoid of emotion. "Even if you went crying to the police, they wouldn’t do a thing. I’d simply tell them I was defending myself against a violent man."

Aether felt his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He watched her closely—her unshakable stance, the hauteur in her expression. She showed no pity, no hesitation, and that unsettled him deeply. The contrast between his own doubt and Keqing’s ruthless clarity struck him like a blow.

His hands clenched involuntarily at his sides, fingers trembling slightly from the tension. He wanted to step in, to stop the escalation before it spiraled further—but the sheer intensity of the moment held him frozen. He saw the justice she sought to enforce, yet he couldn’t shake the fear and awe he felt at the cold resolve she projected.

Silence weighed heavily around them, broken only by Mushiko’s ragged breathing and the soft rustle of wind in the trees. Aether felt a wave of guilt surge through him. He had to say something, to break this chain of violence—but the words tangled in his throat, too fragile to escape.

Keqing stood motionless, her eyes still fixed on Mushiko. Every part of her radiated purpose and conviction—a sense of justice Aether understood, but struggled to accept in such a harsh form. He knew she was doing what she believed necessary to protect Xiao, to make sure Mushiko never harmed him again.

At last, Aether found the strength to lift one trembling hand, a silent plea for Keqing to stop. But before he could speak, she turned toward him. Her gaze softened the instant their eyes met. She relaxed slightly, understanding his thoughts without the need for words. She knew it was time to let formal justice take over—that their role now was to support, to speak out, not to strike back.

Aether’s heart began to settle. He drew in a deep breath, feeling the tension loosen its grip on his body. Slowly, he approached Keqing and rested a hand on her shoulder—a quiet gesture of support and gratitude. They would face what came next together—not with violence, but with truth, with justice.

"Aether, you should go get the pastries and sweets," Keqing suggested, her voice suddenly gentle.

"Alright… I’ll go," he mumbled, casting one last glance at Mushiko. "Don’t do anything reckless, Keqing."

"I’m mature and responsible, don’t worry."

"If you say so…"

Aether walked away slowly, his mind still in turmoil. Even though Keqing had struck Mushiko, it did nothing to ease the aching desire in his heart to hurt him back—to make him pay for what he had done to Xiao.

Chapter Text

Aether and Xiao kissed tenderly, their lips meeting and parting in a silent dance of passion and affection. Lying on the bed, they shared a moment of deep intimacy, wrapped in the darkness of the room. The closed shutters let in only a faint beam of light, casting an almost dreamlike atmosphere where every sensation was heightened.

It was eight o’clock, and after a long, exhausting workday, Aether wanted nothing more than to relax in Xiao’s arms. His tired muscles found comfort in that closeness, each kiss easing the tension he had carried. Aether’s hands wandered slowly across Xiao’s back, feeling every contour, every curve, with infinite tenderness.

Their kisses came quickly, one after another, like a series of silent promises. The room, plunged into complete darkness, seemed to shrink around them, forming a protective cocoon. Aether felt the warmth of Xiao’s body against his, a grounding presence in a world that so often spun out of control.

Each movement, each caress was a testament to their bond. Aether could feel Xiao’s heartbeat, fast and in sync with his own, creating a silent melody of their shared love. His fingers got lost in Xiao’s hair, playing with the silky strands as their lips continued their gentle exploration.

Aether closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the whirl of sensations. The softness of Xiao’s lips, the familiar, calming scent of his skin, the way their bodies fit so perfectly together—each kiss was a deeper dive into that ocean of emotion, a way to speak without words, to say everything that truly mattered.

The quiet room bore witness to their love, every sigh, every muffled whisper resonating in the dark. Aether felt transported, the worries of the day melting away, lost in that eternal moment. The tension dissolved, replaced by a deep serenity and simple joy.

Right then, nothing else mattered. The outside world was just a distant echo, pale compared to the intensity of their connection. Aether felt whole, every part of him humming with quiet happiness. The darkened room was no longer just a physical space—it had become a sanctuary for their love, where each kiss strengthened their unbreakable bond.

Lying close to one another, they continued kissing, lost in the soft symphony of their feelings. Time felt suspended, every second stretching into an eternity of tenderness and warmth. For Aether, there was no better way to unwind, to feel renewed, than in Xiao’s embrace, under the gentle protection of the night.

“Your wounds have really healed well,” Aether murmured between two kisses. “I’m glad to see you getting better, Xiao.”

“That’s thanks to you,” Xiao replied, his voice as low as a whisper. “You take such good care of me. Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me. It just comes naturally,” Aether said, pulling him closer with a gentle squeeze. “Besides, I enjoy pampering you.”

“And then you say I’m the sweet one?” Xiao teased with a faint chuckle. “You should hear yourself sometimes.”

“So what? Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.”

“By the way, you’re not too bored staying in the apartment, are you?” Aether asked with concern. “You’ve been cooped up for over a week now. It must be getting a bit long, no?”

“I think I’m starting to get tired of being stuck inside, yeah,” Xiao said with a shrug. “But your cat keeps me company. He meows at me now and then, and I talk back.”

“Well, at least you get along.” Aether chuckled softly. “So, would you want to go out now?”

“Where would we go?” Xiao leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips. “Do you have something in mind?”

“We could grab something to eat, do something fun like go to the movies or bowling.”

“I’d like that,” Xiao said with a tender smile. “Honestly, whatever we do, as long as it’s with you, I’m happy.”

Aether and Xiao stood up, reluctantly breaking their embrace. Their bodies stretched lazily, muscles slowly loosening after their moment of intimacy. Aether could still feel the warmth of Xiao’s kisses lingering on his lips, a faint tingling that remained—a gentle reminder of the tenderness they had shared. They exchanged a knowing glance, soft smiles lighting up their faces as they made their way to the wardrobe.

Aether opened the closet, his fingers brushing over the neatly folded fabrics. He picked out a white cotton shirt, enjoying the coolness of the fabric against his skin. He took his time buttoning it up, each movement quiet and deliberate, savoring the calm that followed the intensity of their closeness. With the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he then chose a pair of navy linen trousers—light and comfortable, perfect for a summer evening.

Xiao, on his end, went for a look that was simple yet elegant. He slipped into a fitted black T-shirt that complimented his athletic frame. Aether watched him with quiet admiration, noting the natural grace in each of Xiao’s movements. He then pulled on a pair of faded jeans—snug but comfortable—that followed the contours of his strong legs.

Aether grabbed a pair of well-polished brown leather shoes and slipped them on slowly. He liked this daily routine, the small, repetitive gestures that gave structure to his life. He fastened his belt, making sure every detail of his outfit was just right. Once ready, he turned toward Xiao, taking in the sight of his partner looking casually put together.

Their eyes met again, a spark of silent understanding passing between them. Aether stepped closer, running his fingers through Xiao’s still-tousled hair, gently smoothing it down. Xiao closed his eyes under the touch, a peaceful smile curling at his lips.

Once dressed, they moved to the mirror, checking one last time that everything was in order. Aether smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt, adjusted his collar, then did the same for Xiao, making sure every little detail was perfect. Standing side by side, they took a moment to look at themselves in the reflection, a quiet pride blooming in their chests at how they looked together—composed and in sync.

Ready to head out, they walked to the front door. Aether felt a light excitement at the thought of the evening ahead—a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Beside him, Xiao seemed just as content, his eyes sparkling with a quiet joy. As they prepared to leave the apartment, Aether couldn’t help but feel a deep gratitude for these simple yet meaningful moments they shared.

They opened the door and closed it softly behind them, the quiet click echoing in the hallway. Together, they descended the stairs, their steps in perfect rhythm, ready to face the outside world with the quiet certainty that as long as they were together, every outing—every moment—would be a new adventure to savor.

“Are you sure you want to go out with just a T-shirt?” Aether asked, concerned.

“Yeah,” Xiao replied with a shrug. “I’ve got my jacket anyway. It’ll cover the scars.”

“If you start feeling uncomfortable at any point, don’t hesitate to ask—we can swap clothes.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. Really.”

Hand in hand, Aether and Xiao walked through the streets illuminated by lamplight. The gentle glow cast dancing shadows around them, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere. The cobblestones echoed softly beneath their steps, setting a calm and steady rhythm. The cool night air caressed their skin, a pleasant contrast to the warmth of their entwined fingers.

Aether felt the rough texture of the stones beneath his shoes and the slight sway of their joined arms, a quiet serenity settling over him. He took in the glowing signs of shops and restaurants, the colorful neon lights reflecting off display windows, forming a kaleidoscope of vivid hues. Xiao walked beside him, his face relaxed, his eyes attentively taking in every detail of their surroundings.

Their conversation turned toward the options for the evening. Aether imagined the cozy comfort of a movie theater, the enveloping darkness, and the emotions stirred by the flickering images on screen. He could already picture himself nestled close to Xiao in the padded seats, sharing quiet smiles and tender glances beneath the cover of dim light.

Xiao, for his part, seemed more drawn to the vibrant excitement of the arcade—the flashing lights of the machines, the thrill of the games, and the adrenaline rush of chasing high scores. Aether could practically feel Xiao’s energy, his palpable enthusiasm for video games, and the joy of watching him light up at digital challenges. He pictured Xiao focused, eyes shining with determination, fingers flying across buttons.

As they kept walking, Aether appreciated the reassuring presence of Xiao beside him, his thumb drawing slow circles over the back of Aether’s hand. They passed storefronts, their reflections blending with colorful decorations and neatly arranged displays. Aether found quiet joy in these simple shared moments, in the deep connection that went beyond words.

The smells of nearby restaurants and cafés mingled with the night air, adding a sensory layer to their stroll. Aether felt soothed by the rhythm of their synchronized steps, the silent exchange of thoughts and feelings. Whether they ended up at the cinema or the arcade seemed less important than simply being together.

Aether realized how these simple moments—these shared decisions—strengthened their bond. In the end, it didn’t matter what they chose to do; what mattered was that they did it together. That closeness, that quiet happiness, made every outing special, every choice an opportunity to build precious memories.

They continued on, their soft voices blending into the ambient sounds of the city. Aether’s sense of peace grew with every passing moment at Xiao’s side—a gentle certainty that whatever they ended up doing, the evening would be memorable simply because they were together.

“Look, I’ve got a proposal,” Xiao said finally, as if wrapping up their back-and-forth. “Let’s go see a movie first, and since the arcade stays open really late, we’ll head there afterward.”

“You’re sure?” Aether asked, biting his lip slightly. “I don’t want to make you go to the movies if you don’t really want to.”

“Well, I don’t want to make you go to the arcade either.” The dark-haired boy sighed, tightening his grip on Aether’s hand. “So let’s do both, okay?”

“Okay, no problem.” The blond smiled softly, his cheeks tinting pink. “Honestly, all I want is to spend time with you.”

“You’re way too cute when you say stuff like that.”

“Stop it with the embarrassing compliments…”

Aether and Xiao headed toward the cinema, their destination decided. The building’s glowing facade stood out against the night, the film posters catching the eyes of passersby. They stepped into the lobby, their footsteps echoing across the tiled floor. After settling on an action movie, they bought their tickets and made their way to the snack counter. The delicious scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air, and Aether felt his stomach rumble slightly in anticipation. They ordered a large tub to share during the screening and moved toward the darkened theater room.

“Then we should get dressed properly,” Aether said, sitting up. “Let’s go. Come on.”

As they entered the cinema, Aether was greeted by the ambient darkness and the fading murmur of conversations as the audience settled into their seats. The dim lights guided their way toward the center of the room, where they found seats with a perfect view of the giant screen. They sat down, and Aether arranged the bucket of popcorn between them before settling in comfortably.

When the lights fully dimmed, plunging the theater into complete darkness, Aether wrapped his arms around Xiao’s, feeling the reassuring warmth of his body pressed against his own. He rested his head on Xiao’s shoulder, savoring the intimate closeness. He could smell the faint scent of Xiao, mingling with the aroma of popcorn, creating an atmosphere both comforting and thrilling. His heart beat steadily, synchronized with Xiao’s, forming a soothing rhythm that wrapped him in a bubble of well-being.

The first images flickered onto the screen, casting shifting lights and shadows in the dark room. Aether felt a rush of excitement course through him as the action began. Explosions and spectacular stunts captured his attention, yet he couldn’t help but feel a deep calmness nestled against Xiao. The intense sounds of the film echoed through the theater, immersing him fully, but Aether found his true refuge in the feeling of Xiao’s arms around him—an anchor amid the sensory whirlwind.

“You never change your old habits, do you?” Xiao murmured, his face close to Aether’s. “Always snuggling up to me, no matter what kind of movie. At least it reminds me of the good old days.”

“Well, I just like being comfortable,” Aether whispered, lifting his head to meet Xiao’s gaze. “You’re a really good pillow, you know.”

“Then make yourself comfortable.”

“I didn’t wait for your permission to do that.”

With every thrilling moment on screen, Aether squeezed Xiao’s arm a little tighter, sharing each adrenaline surge with him. Their hands met over the popcorn bucket, fingers brushing occasionally, adding a tender touch to the excitement of the evening. Aether treasured those fleeting contacts, each gesture deepening their connection.

As the film went on, Aether felt increasingly relaxed, carried by Xiao’s constant and reassuring presence. Minutes passed, punctuated by fast-paced action scenes and quieter moments where Aether allowed himself to sink further into the comfort of Xiao’s shoulder. The shifting light from the screen cast intermittent glimmers across their faces, creating an almost magical play of light that enhanced the intimacy of their shared moment.

As the film reached its climax, Aether felt a wave of contentment wash over him. He was happy, fully satisfied by this simple outing to the cinema, transformed into a precious memory thanks to Xiao’s presence. The characters’ screams on the screen, the explosions, the clashes—all of it seemed secondary compared to the warmth of Xiao’s body pressed against his, the softness of their silent exchanges.

When the credits began to roll, the theater filled again with whispers and movements. Aether straightened slightly but stayed nestled against Xiao, savoring this closeness a little longer before reality caught up with them. He knew these moments, though simple, were the solid foundations of their relationship, every outing, every exchange weaving ever-stronger bonds between them.

“So, what did you think?” asked the dark-haired one, his thumb gently caressing his lover’s face. “I didn’t see you moving around much like you usually do. Didn’t you like it?”

“I’m not sure,” admitted the blond, then chuckled. “The special effects and sets were beautiful, but the story lacked depth.”

“How do you mean?”

“That man, who constantly suffers from his past, was never understood. No one wanted to listen to him, and he died. And even when he died, everyone just moved on without a care.”

“When you watch a movie, you always side with the villains,” Xiao sighed, mock-exasperated. “You know, sometimes villains are just bad people. Sometimes, the story is written so the villain is nothing but... a villain. It’s sad, but that’s how it is.”

“You mean, like Mushiko?” he asked, then burst out laughing. “Sorry, that was a really bad joke.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” Xiao said, rising from his seat and holding out his hand. “But let’s not talk about him tonight. It’s just you and me.”

“Yes, let’s put him aside.” Aether happily took his hand and stood as well.

They left the cinema hand in hand, their obvious closeness lighting up the night around them. The fresh air greeted them gently, a pleasant contrast to the warmth of the theater. Aether took a deep breath, savoring this moment after the film, where the excitement of the big screen action mingled with the quiet reality of the nighttime street.

They stopped under a street lamp, its soft light casting delicate shadows on their faces. Aether turned to Xiao, capturing his gaze in his own. A smile appeared on his lips, reflecting the deep affection that bound them. He leaned in, his fingers brushing gently against Xiao’s cheek, and their lips met in a tender, loving kiss. It was a kiss filled with softness and silent promises, each light touch of their lips strengthening their connection.

The world around them seemed to vanish, giving way to an intimate bubble where only their love existed. Aether felt Xiao’s heart beating against his, a soothing rhythm that comforted him. Their kisses were slow, imbued with infinite tenderness, every moment stretched as if to savor this fusion of their souls to the fullest.

After a moment that felt suspended in time, they parted slightly, their foreheads still pressed together. Aether could feel Xiao’s breath against his skin, an intimate and reassuring touch. Eyes closed, he lingered in this closeness a few seconds more before opening them again to meet Xiao’s loving gaze.

Hand in hand, they set off toward the nearest arcade, their steps synchronized like a silent dance. Aether felt the warmth of Xiao’s hand in his, an anchor in this ever-shifting world. The street was quiet, the street lamps casting a golden glow along their path, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

Aether felt a new excitement rising within him at the thought of the arcade. The contrast between the calm of the cinema and the vibrant energy of the arcade was invigorating. He recalled moments they had shared, laughing and competing like children in electronic games. That anticipation lent a lightness to their steps, each one bringing them closer to a new shared adventure.

As they neared the arcade, the colorful neon lights illuminating the entrance promised an evening full of laughter and friendly competition. Aether glanced at Xiao, catching the spark of excitement in his eyes. That simple exchange of looks strengthened the certainty that they were made for each other, ready to share every moment, every feeling, and every adventure life had to offer.

They crossed the threshold of the arcade, ready to dive into a world of games and lights, but for Aether, the real game was savoring every moment with Xiao by his side, turning every experience into a precious memory.

“I don’t know this arcade. Did it just open?” Aether asked, scanning the place. “It looks pretty new.”

“Well, you were gone for a year, so it makes sense you don’t know it,” Xiao replied as he moved inside. “It’s bigger than the one in our old neighborhood, and there are new machines. It’s way more attractive than the other one.”

“Still, I liked the one in our old neighborhood,” the blond said, smiling nostalgically. “We used to spend weekends there, so let’s just say I have a soft spot for the old place.”

“If you want, we can go back there sometime,” the dark-haired one said, positioning himself in front of a machine. “Not that I hate it or anything—it just reminded me of you. Come on, sit down, let’s start playing.”

Aether gently settled on Xiao’s lap, nestling against him with a tender familiarity. Xiao’s reassuring, steady warmth spread through Aether’s clothes, creating a cocoon of comfort amid the arcade’s flashing lights. In front of them, a brightly colored arcade machine awaited their next game. The blinking lights and electronic sounds formed a chaotic symphony, enveloping the two young men in a bubble of shared excitement.

Aether’s fingers slid along Xiao’s arms, his hands resting softly over his partner’s. He could feel Xiao’s muscles tense and relax beneath his touch, each movement precise and deliberate. Aether whispered hints into Xiao’s ear, his voice soft and close, adding an intimate layer to their playful activity. Focused, Xiao manipulated the controls with confidence, his eyes fixed on the shimmering screen. The chemistry between them was palpable, each of Xiao’s moves followed by Aether’s careful advice.

When the round ended, Aether straightened slightly and turned to place a fleeting kiss on Xiao’s cheek, a spontaneous and affectionate gesture. They stood up, their hands naturally finding each other’s again, and began to explore the arcade, their footsteps guiding them from one machine to the next. Every game offered a new chance to get closer, to laugh together, to tease one another playfully.

They eventually stopped in front of a claw machine, a charming device filled with plush treasures locked behind glass. Aether leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as he spotted a little plush cat nestled among the others. He pointed at the adorable creature, a sly smile spreading across his lips. Xiao, reading Aether’s silent wish, prepared to maneuver the mechanical claw.

“Don’t you think the little cat’s cute?” Aether asked.

“You only say that because it looks like your cat.”

“Who knows?”

“That’s obvious.”

Aether watched every movement of the claw with an almost childlike intensity, his heart pounding faster each time the claw descended. His hands tightened gently around Xiao’s, a slight pressure of support and encouragement. Xiao’s fingers, agile and sure, guided the claw with near-magical precision, and when it finally lowered to grasp the plush, Aether felt a surge of pure joy.

Xiao’s focused expression softened as he succeeded in grabbing the plush. The claw rose slowly, delicately carrying the little fabric cat. Aether’s eyes shone with excitement, his lips silently mouthing words of encouragement. When the plush dropped into the retrieval compartment, a triumphant glow lit up the faces of the two young men. Xiao reached out, grabbed the plush, and handed it to Aether, who accepted it with a beaming smile.

Aether hugged the plush close to his chest, savoring this moment of shared victory. The arcade lights seemed to shine even brighter, and the sounds around them faded to a distant, almost insignificant hum. This simple gesture, that plush cat, symbolized far more than a won game. It was proof of their unbreakable bond, another precious memory etched into Aether’s heart. They continued their exploration, hand in hand, with the plush as their new companion, carrying with them the warmth of this moment and the anticipation of many more to come.

“Thank you so much!” Aether exclaimed, holding the plush tight against him. “And you, don’t you want a plush too?”

“No, not really,” Xiao replied wearily. “What I want to do is the arcade with the basketball hoops.”

“Even while having fun, you find a way to want to play basketball,” the blond chuckled shyly as he let himself be led toward the machine. “You’re really attached to that.”

“Listen, I can’t shake my passion,” the dark-haired one chuckled in return, smiling. “I live, breathe, and eat basketball.”

Xiao and Aether headed toward a basketball arcade machine, their smiles competing with the glow of the surrounding neon lights. Aether, filled with joyful energy, took the first ball and aimed at the hoop with a precision sharpened by excitement. The ball bounced off the rim before successfully passing through the net, triggering a triumphant laugh from him. Xiao, in turn, took a ball, his intense concentration melting into a radiant smile as he made his shot.

Their friendly competition was punctuated by laughter and teasing, each successful basket fueling their good mood. Aether felt adrenaline rise with every throw, his movements becoming more fluid and natural. The machine’s flashing lights illuminated their faces, capturing every expression of shared happiness. Time seemed to evaporate in the euphoria of the game, and before they realized it, it was nearly ten o’clock at night.

When they left the arcade, the coolness of the night greeted them. The outside air, still tinged with the sweet scents of street stands and distant city echoes, was a refreshing breath after the charged atmosphere inside. Xiao, still carrying that youthful energy, turned to Aether with a gleam in his eyes. Aether could read in that look an invitation to extend this magical evening.

Walking side by side, the two young men made their way toward a nearby fast-food joint. The street, alive with passersby and shop window lights, offered the perfect setting to continue their night. The glowing signs of shops and restaurants cast bursts of color on the sidewalk, and the city’s nighttime buzz added an almost festive dimension to their stroll.

Upon entering the fast-food place, the familiar aroma of fries and burgers enveloped them. Walls decorated with retro posters and flickering neon lights gave the place a nostalgic vibe. Aether felt his stomach rumble lightly, but it was the thought of sharing an ice cream with Xiao that delighted him most. They chose a table near the window, where the soft lighting created an intimate and cozy atmosphere.

After ordering, Xiao came back to the table carrying two ice creams. The sundaes were topped with chocolate syrup and crushed hazelnuts, their mere appearance promising sweetness. Aether took his with a smile, already feeling the coolness of the ice cream against his fingers. They savored each spoonful, sharing knowing glances and smiles.

Each bite was a moment of pure happiness, the ice cream slowly melting on their tongues, bringing a sweet freshness after the lively activity of the arcade. Aether watched Xiao from time to time, noticing how his eyes shone with contentment, how a slight smile formed on his lips between each bite. The world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their company and the sweetness of the ice cream.

Their silent exchanges, marked by tender gestures and affectionate looks, testified to their deep connection. The moment was simple but carried an emotional intensity that needed no words. As Aether savored the last spoonful of his ice cream, he felt overwhelmed by immense gratitude—for this evening, for Xiao, and for the countless moments of happiness they shared together.

"I really loved this evening, thank you," Aether finally said, leaning forward to take Xiao’s hand. "I haven’t had this much fun since..."

"Since we broke up?" Xiao suggested, raising an eyebrow. "Because if that’s the case, I feel the same way. I haven’t had this much fun since you left."

"I’m happy you’re back, truly. I missed you, Xiao."

"I don’t intend to leave again, Aether."

Chapter Text

Xiao’s return to work marked the end of a tumultuous chapter for Aether. After two weeks on sick leave, during which Xiao had benefited from rest and attentive care, he was finally ready to take his place behind the Starbucks counter once again. The first days were tinged with a certain apprehension, but the reassuring presence of police cars regularly patrolling in front of the café brought a welcome sense of security.

Aether, for his part, observed Xiao’s return to routine from a distance. He felt a complex mix of pride and vigilance. Seeing Xiao smile and interact with customers as before was a balm to his heart, even if a part of him remained constantly on alert, watching for the slightest potential threat. The police, now active, had finally imposed a strict restraining order on Mushiko, forbidding him from approaching Xiao, which eased some of the tension that had weighed on them for weeks.

During those transitional days, Aether recalled the steps taken to ensure this newfound peace. The seizure of Mushiko’s apartment, a measure he had postponed out of respect for Xiao’s feelings, had been a difficult but necessary decision. The cold weight of the keys in his hand, the symbolism of that act, represented more than just a legal formality. It was an affirmation of their right to peace and safety. Keqing, receiving those keys directly from Mushiko, had shown a quiet but undeniable satisfaction. Aether felt a wave of relief seeing her so determined and efficient.

Xiao’s daily life gradually resumed a nearly normal rhythm. The cuts on his arms had healed, and the bruises that once marked his face had faded. Watching him physically recover, Aether couldn’t help but feel deep admiration for his partner’s resilience. Xiao continued to work with the same passion, his presence in the café bringing a warm light to the place. The customers, accustomed to his smile and warm welcome, were delighted to see him again, and Aether watched these interactions with silent pride.

Each morning, Aether made sure to accompany Xiao to Starbucks, cherishing every moment spent together before leaving him to his tasks. The street leading to the café had become a familiar path, where every detail seemed to amplify the regained normality. The rising sun cast long shadows on the cobblestones, and the first rays lit their faces, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. Holding Xiao’s hand, Aether felt connected to a peaceful present, far from past storms.

The apartment they shared had become a sanctuary of peace. Every evening, after a day’s work, they found refuge in their cocoon, exchanging stories of the day, enjoying moments of relaxation watching movies or simply cuddling on the couch. The space was marked by sweet memories, and every object, every corner bore the trace of their love and mutual devotion.

For Aether, these moments meant more than just a daily routine. They were tangible proof of their victory over hardships, a testament to the strength of their bond. The newly acquired security, justice finally served, and Xiao’s regained health were chapters closed in a book they were writing together. Their future, now free from the shadows of the past, opened onto peaceful horizons, and Aether knew he was ready to face each new day with Xiao by his side.

At that very moment, Aether savored a strawberry smoothie topped with a drizzle of chocolate, sitting at a table in Starbucks. Each sip was a delight, the sweet softness of the strawberry blending harmoniously with the slight bitterness of the chocolate. His eyes, however, remained fixed on Xiao, busy behind the counter. He watched him with infinite tenderness, admiring every gesture, every smile exchanged with customers. Xiao’s work had resumed its normal course, and it filled Aether with happiness.

Time seemed suspended, yet Aether knew he had only thirty minutes left before leaving for work. These stolen moments from everyday life were precious. Seeing Xiao in his element, fulfilled and smiling, brought a serenity he cherished. The memories of past trials were still present but faded in the face of regained normality, and every detail of this ordinary morning became a symbol of their resilience.

The morning sun’s rays streamed through the café’s large bay windows, creating patterns of light on the tables and floor. The reflections danced around them, and Aether found himself following these bursts of light as if to capture every instant of this peaceful scene. Xiao, focused on his tasks, seemed unaware of the intensity of Aether’s gaze. Yet every fluid movement of his hands, every burst of laughter or smile shared with a customer, fed a gentle warmth in Aether’s heart.

The contrast between the tranquility of this morning and the storms they had endured only deepened the value of these moments. Aether remembered a time when it was impossible to foresee a day without fear. Now, he could savor a smoothie in complete peace, knowing that Xiao was safe and happy. The two weeks of sick leave had been crucial for Xiao’s healing, and the return to routine tasted like victory.

As he finished his smoothie, Aether felt filled with gratitude. Every detail of the scene before him—the rustling of pages from a newspaper read by a customer, the clinking of ceramic cups, the murmur of conversations around him—contributed to a comforting symphony of normality. This familiar atmosphere, which had sometimes seemed so distant, was now their daily reality.

The hands of his watch moved inexorably forward, reminding Aether that his own duty awaited. He rose slowly, casting one last glance at Xiao. This simple act of leaving the café to go to work took on a special meaning today. He knew that upon his return, Xiao would be there—smiling and welcoming, ready to share the stories of their respective days.

Stepping out of Starbucks, Aether felt strangely light. Each step brought him closer to his workplace, yet he carried with him the warmth and serenity of the morning. The memories of these shared moments, the sweet taste of the smoothie still lingering on his lips, and the vision of Xiao at work formed a solid anchor.

This day, like many more to come, was a promise of happiness and stability—a future they had earned and would build together, day after day.

“I should probably check in with Ganyu and Keqing...” Aether murmured as he turned on his phone. They said they had something important to tell me.

Aether walked jovially toward his office, a smile on his lips and a lightness in his heart. The snow was already melting under the winter sun, leaving small shimmering puddles on the sidewalks. Sunbeams pierced through the clouds, casting a soft golden light over the city. The shadows of passersby danced before him, mingling with the gleams reflected by the melted snow. Each step Aether took seemed synchronized with this luminous symphony, and he felt in harmony with the world around him.

He viewed the crowd with a new perspective, that of someone who had faced trials and emerged stronger. The anonymous faces of passersby seemed less distant, as if he now shared a tacit understanding of life and its uncertainties. The exchanged smiles, the crossed glances—all took on a new dimension, deeper and more meaningful. Aether felt simply whole and happy, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

The days were shorter, less stressful. The daily routine, once a source of weariness, had become a reassuring framework. Every morning, he rose with anticipation for moments shared with Xiao, little gestures of affection and complicity that made each day unique. At work, his colleagues noticed the change in his demeanor, his renewed zest for life. Tasks that once felt tedious were now accomplished with fresh enthusiasm.

The melting snow symbolized a rebirth for Aether, a release from the shackles of the past. The sun’s flashes on the wet cobblestones, the laughter of children playing in parks, all seemed to conspire to remind him of life’s beauty. He savored these moments, engraving them in his memory like precious treasures. Every detail—the cold wind on his face, the comforting feel of his woolen gloves—was part of this new symphony of happiness.

Approaching his office, Aether took a deep breath, feeling the fresh, invigorating air fill his lungs. The familiar buildings, the comings and goings of workers, all were now imbued with a new light. He passed through the doors of the building with confidence, ready to face the day with optimism and determination.

Aether felt anchored in the present, each moment a celebration of life. The trials of the past had taught him the value of resilience and love, and he was grateful for every moment of peace and happiness he now lived. Sitting down at his desk, he smiled at the thought of Xiao, knowing that their love continued to guide and strengthen him with every step of his journey.

When Aether entered the agency, he was surprised to find the place plunged into darkness. His footsteps echoed softly on the tiled floor, the sound amplified by the surrounding silence. The outside light struggled to pierce the thick curtains, creating an almost solemn atmosphere tinged with mystery. He squinted, trying to make out something in this unexpected gloom. A slight apprehension rose within him, quickly swept away by his curiosity.

Suddenly, a soft popping sound was heard, followed by a shower of confetti bursting in the air. The lights suddenly switched on, flooding the room with bright, joyful illumination. Aether blinked, dazzled, and his gaze fell upon a colorful banner stretched across the room, bearing a celebratory message. The text was written in thick, sparkling letters, adding a touch of magic to the scene.

Before him stood all his colleagues, each wearing a festive hat in vivid colors. They had radiant smiles and eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Their faces were lit by strings of lights and spotlights scattered around the room. Aether felt a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over him as he saw this gathering. Every face, every smile represented shared moments, challenges overcome together, and successes celebrated as a team.

Colorful streamers spiraled down from the ceiling, adding to the festive atmosphere. The contrast with the initial darkness made the scene even more spectacular, like a living painting of excitement and camaraderie. Aether noticed the careful details—the multicolored balloons tied to the chairs, the tables covered with festive cloths and savory snacks, all indicating meticulous preparation and a desire to mark this occasion memorably.

The sweet smell of cakes and treats floated in the air, mingling with the laughter and joyful conversations now filling the space. Aether felt a deep emotion rise inside him, his eyes shining with sincere gratitude. His colleagues had created this moment for him, and he was touched by their thoughtfulness and generosity.

Aether took a moment to fully savor the scene. The surprise, the joy, and the love of his colleagues overwhelmed him, creating a mixture of emotions he would never forget. Every detail of this celebration would remain etched in his memory as a symbol of the affection and respect his colleagues held for him.

“Wait, what are we celebrating?” Aether asked, greatly astonished.

“We’re celebrating our victory against Mr. Dokan!” exclaimed Ganyu, clasping her hands together. “It’s thanks to you that we were able to reclaim the apartment and help Xiao regain his freedom. And that, that definitely calls for a celebration!”

“She’s right,” Keqing added, stepping forward to place a hat on his head. “You didn’t back down from him, and you came out stronger. This is a victory for all of us, but it’s even more so for you, because you never wavered from beginning to end.”

“Stop it, it’s more thanks to all of you that I was able to do all this,” the blond smiled shyly as everyone looked at him. “Without all of you, I think I probably would have given up. You all helped me so much.”

“Aether, don’t be modest.”

“You’re the one who did the most.”

“We saw you every day behind your desk, struggling.”

“That’s devotion. We should all take inspiration from you.”

Aether advanced slowly toward his colleagues, his heart beating stronger with each step. The reality of this surprise began to overwhelm him. His cheeks flushed slightly, and a shy smile lit up his face. The emotion was palpable, his gaze shining with sincere gratitude. The joyful murmurs and bursts of laughter echoed around him, creating a melody of collective happiness that filled the room.

His colleagues gathered in small circles, chatting and laughing with natural ease. Each held a glass of champagne or a plate filled with treats. As Aether crossed the room, he received friendly pats on the shoulder and warm embraces. Everyone seemed eager to express their joy and affection, reinforcing the sense of belonging and camaraderie that defined their team.

Aether approached a carefully decorated table, where a magnificent cake stood proudly. It was a pastry masterpiece, adorned with colorful icing and fresh fruit, all sprinkled with edible glitter. He leaned in slightly to better observe the details, his smile widening at the sight of his own name delicately written in chocolate atop the cake. This personal touch warmed his heart, reminding him how much he was valued and cherished.

He carefully took a slice of cake, savoring the soft texture and sweet aroma it released. The first bite melted in his mouth, an explosion of flavors adding a touch of sweetness to an already special moment. His colleagues continued chatting happily around him, and he felt wrapped in an atmosphere of conviviality and celebration.

Still slightly shy, Aether watched his colleagues with infinite tenderness. Their smiling faces, laughter, and affectionate gestures were proof of the importance of their bonds. He recalled moments of hard work, challenges overcome together, and shared successes. This celebration was recognition of all that, an affirmation of their unity and team spirit.

The warmth and camaraderie filled the room, making Aether forget the winter cold outside. The contrast between the melting snow outdoors and the joyful warmth inside reinforced this feeling of security and happiness. For Aether, this moment was an oasis of peace and satisfaction amid life’s turmoil. He felt whole, surrounded by people dear to him, in a place where he was deeply appreciated.

As he continued savoring his slice of cake, he drifted for a moment into his thoughts, recalling past moments and optimistically envisioning the future. He knew that, no matter the challenges ahead, he would always have the unwavering support of this wonderful team. And this certainty brought a new serenity to his heart, filling it with a calm and lasting happiness.

“You still have that dreamy look…” said Ganyu, approaching him. “When you’re looked at like that, it really seems you’ve found love.”

“He hasn’t found it, he’s found it again,” Keqing chimed in, before giggling. “Living with Xiao has done him the world of good, and it shows. You were very closed off when you arrived, you know.”

“Let’s say he helps me a bit more in daily life, and it lightens my shoulders…” replied Aether, blushing a little. “He’s blossoming more and more, and that makes me happy.”

“You’re truly in love.”

“Yes, it’s obvious from two thousand kilometers away.”

“Cut that out…”

“Well then!” the purple-haired woman continued, clapping her hands. “Mushiko Dokan’s apartment is under renovation until the walls aren’t yellow anymore. I thought about asking for compensation for the damages, but he’s already struggling to pay the rest of the rent without Xiao’s financial help.”

“That would be far too cruel to drown him in debt,” murmured the light blue-haired woman, smiling nervously. “Even if he deserves it, I’d rather not have a death on my conscience. He’s already out, who knows what he might do?”

“Do you know if he’s going to move in with his parents or a friend?” asked the long blond-haired man, frowning. “I don’t think he’ll stay outside; someone will always take him in. Whoever it is, he’ll find a place.”

“I just hope he doesn’t beg Xiao’s parents for a roof,” snapped the pink-eyed woman. “He’s already done enough harm to their son; that would be too mean. And I hope Xiao’s parents put him back in his place.”

“Anyway, they already know,” said the woman with tri-colored eyes. “Aether warned them, and if I remember correctly, they also filed a complaint.”

“Xiao didn’t tell me Mushiko came back trying to convince him or ask for a roof,” attested the blond, setting down his plate of cake. “Hopefully, he’s given up everything and won’t do any more harm. Maybe this is finally the end of a dark era, and luck is smiling on us once more.”

Aether, still intoxicated by the surprise and the warmth surrounding him, chatted joyfully with Keqing and Ganyu. The conversation flowed effortlessly, their laughter echoing through the brightly lit room. Keqing was recounting a funny anecdote about their latest project, her eyes sparkling with amusement, while Ganyu, always serene, added details with a gentle smile. Aether felt light, every exchanged word strengthening this feeling of closeness and belonging.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of Kazuha and Venti. The door burst open with a bang, drawing all eyes toward them. Kazuha, with his natural elegance, wore a warm smile, while Venti, ever mischievous, sported a festive hat slightly askew, adding a touch of whimsy to the scene. Their arrival brought a new wave of energy, and Aether felt his heart fill with joy at the sight of his friends.

Kazuha approached, his movements fluid and graceful, carrying with him a breeze of serenity. His eyes met Aether’s, and in that simple exchange of glances, a multitude of feelings were shared: camaraderie, support, and a tacit understanding born of many adventures lived together. Venti, meanwhile, made a theatrical entrance, his exaggerated gestures and mischievous grin sparking bursts of laughter around him.

Aether looked at his friends with a mixture of gratitude and happiness. Kazuha and Venti had always known how to bring a special light into his life, each in their own way. Kazuha, with his wisdom and calm, was often the anchor that kept him steady, while Venti, with his free spirit and zest for life, brought a breath of fresh air and adventure. Their presence here, at this unexpected celebration, only deepened the feeling of being surrounded by truly special people.

The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly with their arrival, becoming even more festive and lively. Conversations grew livelier, laughter more frequent. Absorbed by this new dynamic, Aether felt his initial shyness completely fade away. He joined the exchanges with a newfound ease, sharing memories, laughing at Venti’s jokes, and listening attentively to Kazuha’s poetic stories.

As the party went on, Aether realized how precious these moments were. The shared bond, the laughter, and even the simple exchanged looks were all proof of the importance of these relationships in his life. He felt surrounded by a true family—a chosen family, bound by ties stronger than blood. And this realization added a new depth to his happiness.

Every instant, every smile, every burst of laughter contributed to weaving this tapestry of memories they were creating together. Watching his friends, Aether was filled with a profound serenity. He knew that with them, he could face any challenge, that every obstacle would be overcome thanks to their mutual support. This certainty sparked in him a renewed determination and an unshakable love for these shared moments.

Thus, in the midst of the celebration, surrounded by colleagues and friends, Aether truly felt at home. The festive lights, the radiant smiles, and the human warmth around him formed a cocoon of happiness and safety. He savored every second, aware of the luck he had to live these moments of pure joy.

“Aether, I wanted to apologize,” Venti suddenly said, before sighing. “I really wanted you to forget Xiao and be happy on your own. I didn’t mean to hurt you, so I’m sorry. It was a misguided good intention, and I think I hurt you more than anything else.”

“Don’t worry, Venti. I didn’t hold it against you,” Aether replied, smiling warmly. “You and Kazuha have your own... unique way of showing you care. I understand that you were just trying to make me happy—that’s what really matters.”

“We truly never meant to hurt you,” Kazuha added, placing a hand gently on Aether’s shoulder. “We simply didn’t want to see you sad and so down. We wanted to wake you up.”

“That was a good intention, thank you,” the blond said, pulling them both into a small, friendly hug. “By the way, did you tell him everything that happened, Kazuha?”

“Yes, Venti knows almost everything that’s happened from the very beginning.”

“I should have believed you that night. I’m terribly sorry!”

“You were skeptical, and I understand.”

“So, then—do you think you’ll get engaged again with him?” the blue-haired one asked curiously. “After all, you’ve always loved each other, and your argument was really silly. Let’s say it was more of a pause than anything else, right?”

“We do plan to get engaged again, but not to marry right away,” Aether said, with a small smile. “We mostly want to rebuild what we clumsily broke. Even though we were together for four years, we still wanted to change something in our relationship. After all, we can always go back to our old foundations—everything isn’t to be thrown away.”

“Just don’t go back too much to your old ways, okay?” suggested the white-haired young man. “You broke up because of that last time. Take the positive and create something new for the negatives.”

“You’re right. This time, I’ll do everything not to make the same mistakes.”

Venti, Kazuha, and Aether continued their conversation, their laughter blending with the joyful bursts of the other guests. Their mutual apologies had dissolved the last traces of tension, each word and gesture strengthening their bond. Aether felt light, as if an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Their laughter intertwined harmoniously, each anecdote evoking shared memories and past adventures.

Aether looked at his two friends with sincere affection. Venti, with his playful spirit and charming smile, was the life of the party, bringing contagious energy to every conversation. Kazuha, with his quiet wisdom and soothing presence, complemented the dynamic, offering deep reflections and subtle observations. Together, they formed an inseparable trio, their friendship growing stronger with every burst of laughter and exchanged word.

The discussions continued, light and full of life. Aether savored these moments, fully aware of their importance. Every detail seemed amplified by the meaning he gave them—the glow of the lights, the warmth of the room, the texture of the cake still in his hand. All of it formed a mosaic of sensations and feelings that plunged him into a state of pure happiness.

Aether found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could finally turn the page on the difficult times he had endured. The painful memories gradually faded, replaced by these shared moments of joy. He felt ready to embrace this new chapter of his life, one where peace and happiness would be his constant companions. This thought comforted him deeply, planting a new, powerful conviction within.

The idea of a happy ending, long hoped for, was finally taking shape in his mind. He envisioned a future where every day would be marked by the reassuring presence of his friends and loved ones. The future appeared to him in a new light, illuminated by the promise of happy moments and sincere relationships. This vision filled him with a serenity he hadn’t felt in a long time.

As he continued talking with Venti and Kazuha, Aether let himself be filled by this feeling of completeness. He finally felt whole, each piece of the puzzle of his life finding its rightful place. The trials of the past now seemed distant, like shadows dissolved by the brilliant light of the present. This certainty warmed him, strengthening his resolve to protect this newfound happiness.

Aether knew he was not alone in this quest for peace and joy. His friends, through their simple presence and unwavering support, accompanied him every step of the way. This solidarity, this bond, was an invaluable treasure he cherished above all else. In this moment, surrounded by those who mattered most to him, he fully understood the value of these ties woven over time.

And so, Aether stood there, at the heart of the celebration, his heart light and his mind filled with gratitude. He knew he had weathered storms to reach this haven of peace, and that realization made every moment even more precious. The future looked bright, and Aether was ready to live it fully, surrounded by those who made each day a new promise of happiness.

Chapter Text

Aether was walking through the streets at half past seven, his coat wrapped tightly around him to shield against the cold night air. The streetlights cast long shadows on the sidewalk, creating shifting silhouettes in the dimness. His footsteps echoed faintly on the damp cobblestones, marking a steady rhythm as he made his way home. The distant hum of traffic and the whisper of wind through the trees composed a soft, familiar symphony that wrapped Aether in a calming atmosphere.

He savored this moment of quiet—a welcome contrast after a busy day. The freshness of the air filled his lungs, invigorating his senses. He loved these times when the city seemed to slow down, when every street corner became a refuge of silence and contemplation. The lit storefronts of closed shops added a touch of nostalgia, reminding Aether of nighttime walks from his childhood.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke the calm. He stopped, hand already in his pocket, searching for the source of the familiar sound. The soft buzz of his phone grew more urgent, and he quickly pulled it out. The screen’s glow pierced the darkness, casting a bluish light on his face. He squinted to read the name displayed.— Xiao. A wave of warmth instantly washed over him, dispelling the chill around him.

His heart quickened slightly at the sight of Xiao’s name. Every call from him was a reminder of the new life they were building together, filled with shared moments and promises for the future. He breathed in deeply, savoring the anticipation of their conversation. With a smooth motion, he accepted the call, raising the phone to his ear, a smile already playing on his lips.

The first seconds were silent, as if the world held its breath to give them this moment. Aether could almost feel Xiao’s presence through the waves—an invisible connection binding them despite the distance. He stood still beneath the streetlight, listening to Xiao’s breathing on the other end. Every whisper, every sound became a note in the melody of their relationship.

The street seemed to dissolve around him, leaving only the echo of their voices and the warmth of their words. Aether closed his eyes for a moment, letting the flood of emotions wash over him. Anxiety mingled with tenderness, creating a perfect harmony. Xiao’s voice resonated in his ear, soft and reassuring, wiping away all traces of fatigue or stress from the day.

“Aether, I’m sorry,” Xiao murmured in a weak tone. “I apologize for what I’m about to do, truly. I know it’s stupid, but...”

“Xiao, what’s happening?” Aether asked, feeling panic rise within him. “Tell me everything, I’m here to help. Don’t be afraid, you know I’ll never judge you.”

“I can’t,” the dark-haired boy muttered, sounds of wind drifting in the background. “If I tell you, you’ll come, and you’ll stop me.”

“I’m making you tell me, do you understand?” the blond ordered sharply. “I’ve already told you—you’re not alone anymore, I’m here. We’re supposed to face every challenge together, Xiao. Don’t leave me in the dark.”

A long silence followed on the other end of the line.

“Xiao, please, I need you to talk to me.”

“Mushiko sent me a message saying he’s about to kill himself because of me.”

“Wait, what? Weren’t you supposed to have blocked him?”

“Yes, but he contacted me from a new number. I know it’s just another form of manipulation, that he just wants to force me to take him back, but I have to go.”

A heavy silence fell, pressing between the unsaid words suspended in the air. Aether felt a cold wave sweep through his body, a harsh contrast to the comforting warmth that had wrapped him moments before. The thought that Xiao could set foot anywhere so close to Mushiko terrified him to his core. Every fiber of his being tensed under this sudden, paralyzing fear. The echoes of footsteps and murmurs of the city faded away, replaced by a dull buzzing in his ears.

He wished it was a joke, wished it was a nightmare from which he would suddenly awaken to find Xiao safe beside him. But reality pressed down on him relentlessly, and that thought circled endlessly in his mind, coiling around his nerves like a venomous serpent. Aether stood frozen in the street, unable to move, the phone still pressed against his ear, an anchor holding him in this moment of uncertainty.

The cold wind bit at his face, but he no longer felt it. His mind was caught in a whirlwind of catastrophic scenarios. The very idea of Mushiko approaching Xiao again sparked a helpless rage within him, a terror he had rarely known. He recalled every wound, every fearful look in Xiao’s eyes, and the thought of reliving that, even from a distance, was unbearable.

The street, once peaceful, now seemed hostile. The streetlights cast menacing shadows, passersby turned into anonymous figures indifferent to his anguish. Aether had always been a rational person, able to control his emotions, but in this instant, he felt helpless, overwhelmed by a wave of despair and fear.

His heart pounded at a frantic pace, each beat sounding like a war drum in his chest. The world around him blurred, his thoughts colliding in indescribable chaos. Images of Xiao, hurt and terrified, overlaid with memories of their happy daily life, creating a painful contrast. He felt as if everything they had built could collapse in an instant.

Time seemed to stretch, each second an eternity. The weight of uncertainty crushed him, and Aether struggled to regain control of his emotions. He inhaled deeply, trying to cling to reality, but fear remained rooted, refusing to fade. His hands trembled slightly, a sign of the tension consuming him from within.

He felt trapped in this moment of vulnerability, anxiety mingling with a fierce determination to protect Xiao at all costs. The image of Xiao—so fragile and precious in his mind—was all that mattered. Aether knew he had to act, to find a solution, but for now, he was paralyzed by this visceral fear.

The night around him seemed to close in, leaving him alone with his troubled thoughts. He knew he had to overcome this fear, that he had to fight for the future they had envisioned together. But in that moment, beneath the dim streetlights, he was simply a man terrified for the one he loved.

“I won’t let you go,” Aether insisted, determined to stop him. “He won’t do it. If you go, you’ll only hurt yourself more. Mushiko is a narcissistic manipulator, a liar. He’d never kill himself—he cares too much about his life for that.”

“But I have to go,” Xiao whispered vulnerably. “I have no choice.”

“Why?” The blond’s voice cracked, desperation seeping in. “Why?”

“Because if I don’t, it means all the damage I’ve suffered until now wasn’t the good damage. It was just damage. Damage I inflicted on myself for no real reason, because I was too cowardly to hold you that night.”

“What do you think you’ll accomplish by going? Nothing good can come of it.”

“To tell him face to face that I’m not coming back,” the dark-haired boy affirmed before sighing heavily. “I’ll tell him I never loved him and that I’m sorry for having used him as a bandage. But I’ll also tell him what he did to me is unforgivable. I need to say it, Aether.”

“He already knows all that.” Aether bit his lower lip, feeling despair settle deep inside. “I told him, and he doesn’t care. Please, Xiao. From the bottom of my soul, please don’t go…”

“I’m doing it out of love for you, Aether,” Xiao said, trying to sound reassuring. “I want to free us from this constant fear. I want to kneel and ask you to marry me without being afraid of Mushiko attacking me. I want to build a new life with you without being pulled back by fears that come from him.”

“And where exactly are you going?” Aether asked nervously scratching his arm. “At least tell me where, so I can be calm.”

“I’m going to the bar where Mushiko works, near the city’s big park,” Xiao confirmed, then paused. “Don’t come, Aether. Please, don’t put yourself in danger because of me. You have to trust me—I’ll be fine.”

A silence heavier than before fell between them.

“I’m going now.”

“No, please, Xiao…”

“I love you, Aether.”

Xiao abruptly hung up on Aether, and he felt his world collapse around him. Reality dissolved into a suffocating fog, leaving him helpless, anchored in unbearable despair. His thoughts began to whirl, his heartbeat quickening until it became painful. For two minutes, he lost awareness of his surroundings, frozen like a powerless spectator of his own life.

The phone slipped from his hand, his mind echoing Xiao’s last words, ringing like thunder in the oppressive silence of the night. Every fiber of his being rebelled against this cruel reality, and a primal fear seized him. The street, the buildings, the passersby—none of it existed anymore. There was only the specter of Mushiko and the terror he inspired in Xiao.

With a sudden motion, Aether slapped himself, the sharp sting awakening his senses dulled by panic. The shock pulled him out of his stupor. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his chaotic thoughts. He knew he had to act, to find Xiao before it was too late. He bent down and grabbed his phone, resolute.

Without thinking, he began to run, his feet pounding the pavement with desperate urgency. He didn’t quite know where he was going, but he knew he would find the bar eventually. The cold air bit at his face, his lungs burned from the effort, but he did not slow down. Every step brought him closer to Xiao, and every second counted.

The streets blurred around him, streetlights streaking through his vision like smudged trails. He focused on his breathing, trying to drown out the fear threatening to swallow him whole. The faces of passersby melted into an indistinct mass; their curious, worried glances could not pierce the veil of his determination.

Aether ran, his mind focused on one thing—finding Xiao. Memories of their happy moments flashed through his head, intertwined with the raw fear propelling him forward. He could not let Mushiko destroy what they had built; he could not leave Xiao alone facing that threat.

The wind whistled in his ears, each stride pounding like a heartbeat—fast and resolute. His thoughts clung to the bar, attempting to map the way despite the panic scrambling his bearings. He knew the city could turn into a labyrinth, but he refused to lose his way. Xiao needed him, and he could not fail.

“Idiot!” he shouted into the street, tears welling in his eyes. “You’re just an idiot, damn it!”

With trembling hands, Aether snatched his phone and dialed the police. His breath came short and ragged, each inhale burning his throat. Seconds stretched into eternity, the dull ring echoing in his ears, amplifying the anguish tightening his chest.

He stood there at the edge of the street, the streetlights casting shifting shadows over his tense face. Passersby kept moving, unaware of the inner drama unfolding. Aether gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white, his pulse pounding wildly in his temples. The wait grew unbearable, each second a fresh torment.

Finally, a calm, professional voice answered on the other end of the line. Aether exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His words spilled out, rushed and disordered, a torrent of urgency and panic. He explained the situation, his voice trembling slightly as he struggled to stay coherent. The operator listened carefully, her reassuring tone urging him to continue.

“Ma’am, send a police unit to the bar near the city’s large park!” Aether shouted desperately. “If you don’t, someone might die!”

“Calm down and give me the exact location, please,” the woman said in a professional manner.

“He’s at the city bar, near…”

The cold of the night seemed to grow sharper, the biting winter air mixing with the tension tightening his muscles. He described the bar, where Xiao was, and the threat that Mushiko posed. Every detail felt crucial, every word carrying the hope that the authorities would arrive in time. The fear for Xiao was palpable, a visceral anguish that wouldn’t leave him.

The operator reassured him, promising officers would be dispatched immediately. Aether nodded, though no one could see, feeling a faint relief at the thought that help was on its way. He stayed on the line, following instructions, his gaze fixed on the bar’s entrance as if he could see Xiao through the walls.

When the conversation ended, Aether slowly lowered his phone, his body still tense, ready to react to the slightest threat. The wait grew unbearable, each minute stretching into eternity. He knew he had to stay calm, but adrenaline pulsed through his veins, making it impossible to stay still.

He glanced around, trying to spot the arrival of police cars. The street seemed eerily quiet, every movement amplifying his sense of helplessness. The glow of shop windows reflected in puddles on the sidewalk, adding a surreal touch to the scene.

His mind flooded with catastrophic scenarios, each worse than the last. The image of Xiao, defenseless before Mushiko, haunted him. He forced himself to breathe deeply, channeling his energy into waiting. He knew he had to be strong, ready to act as soon as the police arrived.

Minutes stretched like hours, but at last, in the distance, he heard the distinctive wail of sirens. Aether was flooded with a mix of relief and renewed tension. The police cars approached, their flashing blue and red lights casting eerie glints on the building façades. The moment of truth was near, and Aether prepared to face whatever was coming, determined to protect Xiao at all costs.

“I’m not going to stand here doing nothing while he’s probably in danger.”

Aether ran toward the bar, his heart pounding wildly. When he flung the door open with a crash, the scene froze him in place. The harsh neon light illuminated a nightmare. Mushiko, his face bloodied and twisted with rage, held a chair raised above his head. At his feet lay Xiao, motionless, bathed in a pool of blood.

The world seemed to collapse around Aether. Every detail etched itself into his mind with painful clarity—the wild gleam in Mushiko’s eyes, the deadly pallor of Xiao, the shocking contrast of scarlet blood against the dull floor. A visceral nausea gripped him as a nervous, uncontrollable laugh escaped his lips—a sound torn from despair.

His mind raced at breakneck speed, but his body remained frozen. He felt utterly drained, as if the image before him had sucked out every ounce of his life force. His legs trembled, and he had to summon immense willpower to avoid collapsing to his knees. Every heartbeat throbbed painfully in his chest—a symphony of despair and terror.

The nervous laughter kept slipping from his lips, uncontrollable—an absurd response to the overwhelming terror that consumed him. Aether felt detached from himself, as though he were an impotent spectator in his own nightmare. Reality seemed to warp, sounds and colors swelling and distorting grotesquely.

He took a deep breath, trying to reclaim a shred of control. His hands trembled, and he clenched his fists in a futile attempt to steady them. He knew he had to act, but every fiber of his being was paralyzed by fear and horror. The sight of Xiao—so vulnerable, so still—was an agony beyond words.

"What did you just do to my fiancé?" Aether asked, his face contorted in a grimace.

"I asked him nicely to come back, but he defended himself," Mushiko replied with a hateful sneer. "And as always, I simply expressed my disagreement."

"There’s something I’ve always dreamed of doing, you know."

"Oh yeah? What’s that?"

"Take a good look at me," growled the man with the long blond hair. "You’re going to remember this moment for the rest of your life, believe me."

Aether felt a burning wave of rage surge through him, consuming every part of him. Without thinking, he grabbed the nearest chair and stepped forward, each heavy, deliberate footfall echoing in the silent bar. His hands trembled slightly, but he tightened his grip around the chair, his heart pounding violently in his chest.

When he was within reach of Mushiko, Aether raised the chair high above his head, muscles taut with fury and fear. He saw the flicker of surprise in Mushiko’s eyes—but he didn’t hesitate. The chair came crashing down with a dull, resounding thud against Mushiko’s skull, the impact reverberating through the room. Mushiko crumpled to the ground, limp and lifeless.

But Aether didn’t stop there. The rage boiling inside him demanded more. He raised the chair again and brought it down harder. Each blow surged with adrenaline, his movements growing more frenzied. He unleashed himself on Mushiko, hammering him with relentless fury, each strike a brutal exorcism of fear and despair.

Seconds stretched into eternity, each crushing impact blurring his thoughts further. Mushiko’s face became unrecognizable, a gruesome mask of blood and bruises. Aether saw nothing now but the hated figure beneath his blows. He was consumed by a blind fury, a primal force that drove him to strike again and again.

"I’m paying you back, you fucking bastard!"

Panting, Aether felt his arms beginning to weaken, but he couldn’t stop. The sight of Xiao lying motionless, covered in blood, fueled his resolve. He wanted to erase every trace of the threat Mushiko had ever posed, to ensure he would never hurt Xiao again.

Then came a rush of conflicting emotions—a savage satisfaction at having protected Xiao, tangled with the horror and guilt of what he had just done. His hands shook, bloodstained, as he slowly turned toward Xiao. The sight of his beloved’s unmoving body ripped a sob from his throat. The anger melted away, leaving behind a devouring dread.

"Aether..." Xiao called weakly. "Aether, please stop."

"Xiao!" Aether cried, dropping the chair and rushing to his side. "Please, Xiao, don’t leave me. Talk to me, stay awake. It’s okay now. It’s over."

"Why are you here?" Xiao murmured. "I told you not to come."

His arms gently wrapped around the battered body of the man he loved. Xiao weakly opened his eyes, his eyelids trembling slightly, and Aether felt a wave of emotion crash over him. Tears streamed freely down his face, mingling with the dark strands of Xiao’s hair. He held him tighter, his heart pounding painfully in his chest.

"And I told you not to go, you idiot," the blond mumbled through sobs. "You should’ve listened to me—I told you. He’ll always hurt you, he’s a bastard. Look at you now..."

"Sorry..." the dark-haired man whispered, using the last of his strength.

"You better recover fast and make it up to me for not listening."

The metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils, and Aether’s hands trembled as he gently caressed Xiao’s face. Fear, rage, and relief clashed inside him, a storm of contradictory emotions. He sobbed, each breath turning into a ragged gasp of despair. Xiao’s pain was unbearable—every soft whimper pierced Aether’s heart like a blade.

Mushiko lay groaning a few feet away, but Aether paid him no mind. His only concern was Xiao—his condition, his survival. The sight of Xiao’s blood, the fragility of his breathing—it was all too much to bear. Aether cradled him, rocking him gently, whispering comfort in a voice fractured by tears.

Xiao’s gaze desperately searched for Aether’s, and when he found it, a faint smile curled on his bloodied lips. That smile, even through all the suffering, was a beacon of hope to Aether. He felt a love so deep, so overwhelming, that he wondered how he had ever lived without it before.

Aether heard the rushed footsteps of police entering the bar, but he didn’t move. He stayed where he was, holding Xiao tightly, refusing to let go. An officer’s commanding voice echoed through the room, but Aether barely registered it. All he could see, all he could feel, was Xiao. He squeezed his hands gently, as if trying to pass all his strength, all his love, into him.

Minutes passed before Aether felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He slowly turned his head and met the compassionate gaze of a paramedic. The man spoke soothingly, but Aether could hardly process the words, his mind still clouded by shock and fear. He reluctantly loosened his grip, allowing the medics to take over Xiao’s care.

"Sir, you need to let us treat him," the medic said firmly. "If he doesn’t get immediate attention, he’ll die."

"I can’t leave him..." Aether whimpered, sniffling. "He’ll be scared if I’m not there."

"Sir, you—"

"We’re going to move him now, step back," a police officer interjected, leaning down toward Aether. "Come with us, sir. You can’t stay with the injured."

"No, leave me alone! He needs me!"

When he stood up, his legs buckled, and he had to grab the counter to keep from collapsing. The tears kept flowing, his breath was shallow, and he felt unbearably hollow. Seeing Xiao carried away on a stretcher, the paramedics’ expert hands working quickly around him, was both a relief and a new source of anguish.

Aether finally turned his eyes toward Mushiko, sprawled on the floor, his groans of pain filling the air. The rage that had consumed Aether was gone, replaced by a cold indifference. Mushiko was no longer a threat, just a shadow of the past he now had to face. Aether turned away, his mind focused on one thing alone—following Xiao to the hospital, staying by his side, and making sure nothing could ever separate them again.

"We’re going to have to investigate, sir," the officer said again, trying to calm Aether. "No one knows exactly what happened here except you."

"Mushiko attacked Xiao, it’s not hard to understand!" the blond shouted, his voice trembling. "He always—"

"Daisuke, let him go," interrupted the lieutenant who had become accustomed to handling complaints from Aether and Keqing. "I know him. Let him join that man, alright? He’s only going to panic more if you don’t."

"Alright, Lieutenant."

Aether ran to the paramedics, his heart pounding wildly, and climbed hastily into the ambulance. He sat beside Xiao, his hand desperately searching for his lover’s. When Xiao weakly squeezed his fingers before closing his eyes, Aether felt a rush of emotion swell inside him. He fought back the tears, his face twisted by the collision of fear and hope.

"Please, fight," Aether murmured, leaning down to kiss his hand. "You’re all I have left."

The harsh lighting inside the ambulance only emphasized the alarming pallor of Xiao’s face. Aether watched every movement of the paramedics, their practiced efficiency a stark contrast to the storm of emotion raging within him. Their hands were swift and precise—pressing gauze, checking vitals, administering emergency care. Aether remained silent, his gaze fixed on Xiao’s face, praying for any sign of comfort.

The vehicle roared forward, the wail of sirens screaming outside, but Aether felt sealed in a bubble, cut off from the rest of the world. The only reality that mattered was the feel of Xiao’s hand in his—weak, but present. He stared at Xiao’s closed eyes, wondering if his beloved could hear the silent thoughts he sent him, the quiet prayers for his survival.

The medics murmured to one another, their calm, low voices blending with the drone of the engine. Aether barely heard them, his mind entirely focused on Xiao. He could feel the sweat on his palm, the dried blood of Xiao flaking against his skin—a sorrowful imprint of the violence that had brought them here.

Even in that state, Xiao’s face remained etched in Aether’s mind—a haunting blend of beauty and pain. He remembered every moment they had shared, every smile, every embrace. Those memories raced through his mind, giving him the strength to endure, to believe in a future where Xiao would be safe again, far from the threat that had dragged them into this nightmare.

When they arrived at the hospital, a wave of relief surged through Aether—tangled with a renewed spike of anxiety. The ambulance doors burst open, and he had to let go of Xiao so the paramedics could transfer him to a stretcher. His heart clenched as he followed the procession of doctors and nurses, his thoughts circling endlessly around a single silent prayer for Xiao’s recovery.

"We're losing him!" shouted one of the paramedics in a panic. "Get the equipment, now!"

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"None of this is your fault, Aether," said Zhongli, seated beside him. "You did everything you could to save Xiao. There's nothing to blame yourself for—you did more than most of us ever could."

"I ruined everything," Aether replied, his voice cracking as tears threatened to fall. "If only I had gotten there faster… if only I’d warned him more forcefully..."

"He wanted to do this to free himself," the older man answered, letting out a choked sob. "He wanted to move forward… but he chose the wrong way."

"It's been two days. He's still unconscious."

"I'm sure he'll wake up. My boy is much stronger than he lets on."

Aether stood motionless near the door, his gaze fixed on Xiao’s unconscious face, a dull and constant ache piercing his heart. The harsh white light of the hospital room heightened the pallor of Xiao’s skin, his fragile body tethered to a host of machines tracking every heartbeat, every shallow breath. The steady beeping of the monitors formed an anxious symphony—a ceaseless reminder of life’s fragility.

Zhongli, seated beside Xiao, was drowning in silent grief, his muffled sobs echoing in the still room. His hands trembled faintly as he held Xiao’s hand, his pain etched into every movement, every glance at his son’s sleeping face. Aether, shoulders hunched beneath the crushing weight of anxiety, watched the scene unfold with a helpless, desperate ache. He wanted to do something—anything—to ease Zhongli’s pain, to save Xiao… but he felt utterly powerless.

Then, the door creaked open softly, and Childe stepped into the room. His presence carried a quiet warmth, a steady strength amid the emotional storm. He moved to Zhongli with infinite tenderness, wrapping his arms around him and offering a wordless, powerful comfort. Zhongli collapsed into the embrace of his husband, his sobs softening into silent hiccups, finding momentary refuge in Childe’s reassuring presence.

Aether watched with aching intensity. The contrast between Xiao’s frailty, Zhongli’s sorrow, and Childe’s calm strength magnified the turmoil in his own heart. Every emotion felt like a blade against bare skin, slicing through his defenses. Memories of joyful moments with Xiao surged in his mind—each one deepening the pain, each one intensifying his desperate hope that he would open his eyes again… and smile.

The room was steeped in a heavy, almost tangible atmosphere, where every breath felt labored. Aether, his gaze still locked on Xiao, felt his tears rising, but he held them back, unwilling to add to the anguish of those around him. His hands were clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms, as if he could draw strength from the physical pain to keep himself upright.

Time stretched endlessly, every second punctuated by the hum of the machines and Zhongli’s uneven breathing. Childe murmured softly to his husband, his words inaudible but clearly soothing, trying to dispel the darkness that hung over them. Despite the storm raging inside him, Aether felt a deep gratitude toward Childe for being able to offer a glimmer of hope in this long night of despair.

As the minutes passed, Aether forced himself to breathe deeply, trying to find a thread of calm. He knew the road ahead would be long and uncertain, but he promised himself he would remain by Xiao’s side—by Zhongli’s and Childe’s too—no matter the obstacles.

"Zhongli, calm down a little," Childe murmured, gently tucking his husband’s head against his shoulder. "Everything’s going to be alright, I promise. Xiao will wake up, I know he will."

"I just want my baby to wake up as soon as possible," Zhongli wept, clutching the other man tighter. "He has to wake up. I’m almost commanding it."

"He will wake up… he has to…"

"We have to go. Hu Tao’s worried. We’ll come back tomorrow, Zhongli."

Childe and Zhongli left the room reluctantly, their silhouettes slowly vanishing down the hospital corridor. The compassionate look Childe gave Aether before leaving stayed etched in his memory—a flicker of empathy and silent support. Left alone, Aether felt the silence fall over the room like a leaden curtain.

Xiao’s bedside was a sea of flowers, tokens of love and hope from Aether’s aching heart. Bouquets of every color brightened the bleak atmosphere, each petal bearing a silent wish for recovery. One bouquet came from Zhongli, a modest but deeply heartfelt offering—proof of a father’s desperate haste to be at his son’s side, with no time or mind for anything else.

Aether stepped closer to the bed, each footfall echoing through the quiet room. He knelt slowly beside Xiao, heart heavy with sorrow. Xiao’s pallor stood in stark contrast to the vivid blooms, his face peaceful despite the gravity of his condition. Aether reached out and took Xiao’s hand, his fingers gently curling around the cold, unmoving one of the man he loved. The warmth from Aether’s touch felt woefully insufficient to breathe life back into Xiao’s fingers—a cruel reminder of how fragile life could be.

He pressed his forehead against the back of Xiao’s hand, tears now streaming freely down his cheeks. Each sob wracked his body, his shoulders trembling under the weight of emotion. Memories of laughter, of shared smiles, flooded his mind, only sharpening the ache of the present moment. He felt helpless, powerless beneath the enormity of his grief and love.

"You can’t leave us like this…" Aether whispered between sobs. "I won’t let you."

The steady beeping of the machines continued to pace the air, each sound amplifying the tension in the room. Aether drowned in his grief, his sobs dissolving into whispers of despair. The soft texture of the sheets beneath his fingers, the faint scent of flowers—everything felt both painfully real and impossibly distant, as though the world had lost its substance, leaving only pain and waiting behind.

Minutes dragged on slowly, each second an ordeal of patience and hope. Aether prayed in silence for Xiao to open his eyes, for a miracle to happen. He felt drained, hollowed out—but a part of him clung stubbornly to hope, to the fragile possibility of recovery. His tears continued to fall, soaking the white bedsheet with raw, unfiltered sorrow.

"You promised we'd get engaged again," the blond whispered, clutching Xiao’s hand even tighter. "You promised we’d go back to the arcade in our old neighborhood."

In that hospital room, Aether found a strange sort of catharsis in his tears. He cried for Xiao’s pain, for the fear of losing him, for the uncertainty of the future. But amidst the storm of emotions, there was also a fierce determination to stay strong, to keep fighting for Xiao, to never give up.

Aether slowly lifted his tear-soaked eyes to Xiao’s unconscious face. The pallor of his skin and the stillness of his features contrasted painfully with the warmth of the love they had shared. His sobs grew more intense, each hitch in his breath shaking his body uncontrollably. Seeing Xiao so vulnerable amplified every emotion Aether was struggling to contain.

He reached out, his trembling fingers brushing gently against Xiao’s cold, pale cheek. The contact, comforting in its familiarity, only deepened the fear gnawing at him. He could feel the roughness of Xiao’s skin, the small imperfections he knew so well—but this time, everything felt different, everything was steeped in a suffocating sense of gravity.

Murmuring incoherent words, Aether tried to form thoughts, silent prayers, promises to stay by Xiao’s side, but his lips seemed unable to give shape to his feelings. His whispers dissolved into the air—fragile and desperate—as if he were trying to speak directly to Xiao’s soul, hoping that somehow, somewhere beyond consciousness, his love could still be heard.

His fingers slid slowly down Xiao’s cheek, tracing the familiar line of his jaw, outlining every curve and angle he knew by heart. Each touch was a desperate attempt to bring warmth back into the sterile coldness of the hospital room. Aether’s tears continued to fall, dripping onto the sheets—each droplet carrying a piece of his sorrow.

The machines hummed softly in the background, their steady beeping forming a strange soundtrack to this moment of pain and intimacy. Aether felt suspended in time, each second stretching into an eternity of anguish. His heart pounded in his chest—a rhythm of fear and hope endlessly looping inside him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his breathing, to find a shred of peace amidst the emotional chaos. Memories surfaced—fragments of joy, shared smiles, laughter that now felt so distant. Aether clung to them, to those fleeting glimpses of happiness that gave him the strength to hold on.

When he opened his eyes again, Xiao’s face remained unchanged—still, unmoving, suspended in unconsciousness. Aether leaned closer, his voice growing softer, almost a caress. The words kept coming—murmurs of love and desperation, promises whispered into the stillness, pledges to never leave. Each phrase, each fragile word, was a desperate attempt to fill the void, to pull Xiao back to him, to restore what felt so close to being lost.

Time pressed on relentlessly, each tick of the clock marking another moment of silent vigil. Aether stayed there, kneeling, clutching Xiao’s hand, whispering his quiet prayers, waiting with fierce resolve and unshakable love.

"Sir..." said a nurse suddenly, as she entered the room. "I’m sorry, but I need you to step out temporarily so I can take care of the patient’s hygiene."

"Alright, I understand," replied the man with long blond hair, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "I won’t get in your way."

"Oh—and sir?" the woman added, offering a faint, sorrowful smile. "They say unconscious patients can hear everything around them. You should talk to him about your day. He’d probably love that."

"I’ll remember that..."

Aether stepped out of the room under the nurse’s orders, his heart heavy and his mind clouded by a myriad of confused thoughts. He walked down the corridor, each step echoing faintly against the hospital’s polished floor. Spotting an empty chair among the rows facing the room, he let himself fall into it, the emotional exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Sitting there, he stared at his feet, his gaze vacant and distant, as if trying to find an escape in the mundane details of the tiled floor. Thoughts spun in endless loops in his head—fragments of memories and future scenarios mingling in a whirlpool of despair and uncertainty. The burden of waiting and worry was almost unbearable, every minute stretching into a painful eternity.

Aether didn’t hear the footsteps approaching, too lost in his own world of torment. It was only when a hand waved in front of his face that he raised his head, snapping out of his stupor. Before him stood Kazuha, Venti, and Scaramouche, their faces marked by concern and compassion. Their presence brought a glimmer of comfort amid Aether’s inner chaos, even though the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them all.

Kazuha, with his usual calm, seemed to hold back his own sorrow to offer silent support to his friend. His gaze was gentle, filled with unspoken understanding. Venti, usually so cheerful, wore a serious and worried expression, his eyes shining with a determined resolve to help. Scaramouche, ever unpredictable, appeared strangely composed, a look of resolution and support visible in his dark eyes.

Aether felt a wave of gratitude mixed with relief flood his heart at the sight of his friends. Their presence meant so much—a steady anchor in the emotional storm engulfing him. He tried to offer them a smile, but the gesture was shaky, uncertain, reflecting the fragility of his current state.

Their exchanged looks, without a word spoken, were enough to convey everything. They all knew, through unspoken understanding, the depth of Aether’s grief and worry. The waiting room, with its pale lights and impersonal walls, suddenly felt a little more bearable with them by his side.

Kazuha placed a comforting hand on Aether’s shoulder, a simple gesture heavy with support and solidarity. Venti sat down beside him, ready to offer respite with his soothing presence. Scaramouche stood nearby, watching the surroundings, prepared to step in if needed, his posture exuding a protective vigilance.

Though still overwhelmed by anxiety and fear, Aether felt a spark of hope rekindle inside him. The presence of his friends—their silent yet powerful support—reminded him he was not alone in this trial. Together, they formed a bulwark against adversity, a collective strength ready to face the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

“Aether, what you’re doing isn’t good,” Kazuha said softly, concerned. “You shouldn’t stay locked up in this hospital, neglecting yourself like that. They’re taking care of him, don’t worry. But you? No one’s taking care of you. You should pay more attention to your health.”

“I don’t want to miss his awakening,” Aether admitted, his eyes dulled by dark circles. “I want to see him come back to consciousness and shout at him that he’s an idiot, that he should’ve listened to me.”

“Aether, have you eaten recently?” Venti asked, pinching his lower lip. “You look way too pale for my liking.”

“I live off the vending machines in the hall, a few bags of chips do the trick,” the blond replied simply, shrugging. “Eating isn’t really my priority right now, anyway.”

“You call your boyfriend an idiot, but you’re one too,” Scaramouche snapped, crossing his arms. “If you scare him when he wakes up, his condition will only get worse. Is that what you want? Do you want him not to heal because he’s afraid you’re not okay?”

“Scaramouche, watch what you say...” the white-haired boy intervened.

“He’s right,” the blue-haired one added, frowning. “We know Xiao well. Even on the brink of death, he worried about Aether more than about himself. Who knows what he’ll say or do when he wakes up? Maybe he’s the one who’ll yell at Aether.”

“It’s all my fault, I know that. That’s why I have to be there.”

“How many times do we have to tell you no?”

“He’s already very grateful you stepped in and stayed by his side.”

Venti hurriedly leaned toward Aether, and before he could even react, embraced him firmly, as if to transfer a part of his own life force to his exhausted friend. At first, Aether felt an inner resistance, a reluctance to accept such closeness, fearing that his emotions might spill out uncontrollably. But the warm, comforting touch of Venti gradually dissolved his defenses. Slowly, with a palpable hesitation, Aether wrapped his arms around him, seeking an anchor in that desperate embrace.

Venti’s hug was like a shield against the outside world, a temporary barrier against the ever-present pain. Venti’s arms applied a reassuring pressure, and with his eyes closed, Aether finally let down some of his guard. He felt the human warmth, the friendship, and care in that simple yet profound gesture. His tears, which he had tried to hold back, began to flow freely, each stifled sob muffled against Venti’s shoulder.

Kazuha and Scaramouche watched them, their expressions marked by deep concern. They silently shared Aether’s pain, searching for ways to ease it. After a moment’s hesitation, Scaramouche decided to go fetch something for Aether to eat, hoping that some food might provide a bit of physical comfort in this overwhelming situation. His departure was quiet but carried a discreet hope of helping in another way.

Kazuha, meanwhile, could no longer stay on the sidelines. He moved closer and, without a word, joined the embrace, wrapping his arms around Aether and Venti. The closeness of the three friends formed a bubble of warmth and support, a temporary refuge from the harsh reality around them. Kazuha felt the tension in Aether’s body, how his muscles tensed under the weight of emotion. He murmured silent words of comfort, hoping his presence would be enough to soothe some of that pain.

Their breaths gradually synchronized, creating a calming rhythm in the heavy atmosphere of the hospital. Despite the turmoil inside, Aether felt a flicker of gratitude and relief in this silent union. The outside world seemed to fade momentarily, leaving only the human warmth and unyielding support of his friends. The sounds of the hospital—the nurses’ whispers, the hurried footsteps of doctors—became a distant, almost unreal background.

This shared embrace became a moment of silent communion, a tacit exchange of strength and emotion. Kazuha, with his calm, steady presence, and Venti, with his comforting warmth, managed to offer Aether a space where he could finally release some of the pain he carried. His sobs lessened, replaced by calmer, though still trembling, breaths. The crushing weight of the situation felt slightly eased, shared across the shoulders of his friends.

Still held in the embrace, Aether slowly opened his eyes and looked up. Though uncertain of what the future held, he knew that as long as his friends were by his side, he could find the strength to carry on. Their presence transformed the darkness into a fragile but persistent light, a flicker of hope amid the turmoil in his troubled mind.

“I’m sorry,” Aether apologized, sniffling. “Lately, I’ve been a lot more on edge than usual.”

“We can tell,” Venti said, his tone a little lighter. “You rarely cry in front of us, so that worries us even more!”

“You should share some of your pain with us,” Kazuha added, his face softening. “We’re best friends, aren’t we? You can ask us for help.”

“I don’t want you to see me like this so often…”

“At some point, you have to open up. Otherwise, you’ll just burst into tears.”

Scaramouche returned, a bag of food in hand, his expression troubled but determined to offer tangible comfort to Aether. At that exact moment, the nurse stepped out of the hospital room, her face betraying a professional neutrality. Aether’s heart pounded violently in his chest. He knew immediately what it meant. The implicit permission in the nurse’s glance pushed him to rush toward the door of the room, momentarily forgetting his friends behind him.

He crossed the threshold, his mind caught in a storm of conflicting emotions. His footsteps echoed faintly on the sterile floor, each movement filled with desperate urgency. The sight of Xiao, still unconscious and connected to machines, rekindled a dull ache in his chest. He approached the bed, every fiber of his being focused on a single goal—being by his side. Ignoring his own tears, he took Xiao’s cold hand, feeling a mixture of helplessness and determination.

Kazuha and Venti quickly followed, their faces also marked by worry. The tension in the room was palpable, a crushing weight that seemed to slow time. They stayed back, respecting Aether’s intimate space while silently sharing his anguish. Scaramouche, though having come with the intent to provide material comfort, set down the bag of food without a word, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.

Aether, his eyes misted with tears, gazed at Xiao’s pale face, searching for a sign, a movement, any proof of life. The machine emitted regular beeps, each sound emphasizing the fragility of the situation. He leaned forward, his forehead gently touching the back of Xiao’s hand, his sobs growing quieter but deeper. The coldness of the skin beneath his lips accentuated the gravity of the moment, an unavoidable reality he could not ignore.

The silence in the room was broken only by the machines and the controlled breaths of his friends. Though surrounded, Aether felt alone in his torment, a solitude that even the caring presence of his loved ones could not fully dispel. His thoughts swirled with memories and regrets, each moment spent with Xiao passing before his closed eyes.

He squeezed Xiao’s hand a little tighter, as if by the force of his will he could breathe life back into that inert body. His heart screamed silently, a desperate prayer to the universe not to take from him the one he loved. Emotions overwhelmed him, an incessant wave of pain, love, and hope intertwined in a chaotic dance.

His friends remained at a distance, their faces grave but determined to be there for Aether during this ordeal. Kazuha stepped forward slightly, placing a comforting hand on Aether’s shoulder, a silent attempt to share his sorrow. Venti, eyes glistening, watched with painful intensity, feeling every breath, every heartbeat as an echo of Aether’s own pain.

The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, unavowed feelings, and silent wishes for a miracle. Though supported by his friends’ presence, Aether was lost in his own ocean of despair. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on him, each second stretched into an eternity of suffering and uncertainty. Time seemed to have stopped, suspended between life and death, in that hospital room where hope desperately battled fate.

“Come to think of it, what happened after the police arrived?” Scaramouche asked as he placed the food next to Aether. “I hope they put Mushiko in jail without treating him. That’s all he deserves.”

“Keqing told me that Mushiko was taken to a nearby hospital,” Kazuha confirmed, stepping forward to stroke his lover’s arm. “They didn’t want to put him near Xiao, and the police are guarding Mushiko’s room until he recovers.”

“Oh really?” Venti was surprised, probably not used to this kind of thing. “Why do they even bother with that?”

“It’s simple: Mushiko could try to escape.”

“Even wounded?”

“He’s crazy, who knows what he might do?”

“Could you please avoid talking about him in front of Xiao?” Aether suddenly asked, turning his back to them. “He doesn’t need to hear his name right now.”

“Sorry,” said the white-haired boy, scratching the back of his head. “Oh, by the way, Keqing asked me to tell you that you should come by the agency tomorrow. It’s urgent.”

“But I’m not in the mood to work right now,” the blond grumbled before sighing. “I have other things to deal with.”

“Yeah, we get it,” the bluish one leaned forward, placing his hand on the blond’s shoulder. “Still, there are things you need to settle with the justice system.”

“You did beat a man to death after all.” The dark purple-haired boy had a slight smile at the corner of his lips. “The police still have to determine the full story before they give you a verdict of self-defense.”

“Alright, I’ll go see her.”

Aether ate silently, his eyes fixed on Xiao’s sleeping face. Each bite seemed tasteless, devoid of flavor, while troubled thoughts of the future and the impending testimony mingled with his anxiety. His friends talked quietly among themselves, their voices murmuring trivialities, but Aether heard only a faint buzz, lost in his own mind.

The food, brought by Scaramouche, remained half-eaten. Aether let his thoughts wander back to the events of the previous night—the chaos and violence, the blood and pain. The reality of having to testify to justify his actions haunted him. He knew that every word, every detail, would be scrutinized by the police and lawyers, searching to uncover the truth of that fateful night.

He recalled the face of the police lieutenant, grave and understanding, explaining the importance of his testimony to establish self-defense. Aether had pushed the thought aside, preferring to focus on Xiao’s survival, but he knew that the confrontation with justice was inevitable. The weight of that responsibility crushed him, adding another layer to his inner torment.

Memories of the attack haunted him. The flashes of violence, the terror in Xiao’s eyes, and the blind rage that had driven him to strike Mushiko with a chair. The brutality of those moments replayed endlessly—a spiral of guilt and justification, searching for balance between protection and aggression.

He wondered if he had acted out of necessity or uncontrollable anger.

His friends continued speaking softly, trying to maintain an appearance of normalcy. Kazuha, Venti, and Scaramouche, though worried, attempted to create a soothing atmosphere. They knew that their presence, even silent, was a crucial support for Aether during this crisis. Yet their company could not dispel the dark thoughts clouding Aether’s mind.

Aether’s gaze settled on the bouquet of flowers brought by Zhongli. The delicacy of the petals painfully contrasted with the brutality of recent events. Each flower seemed a symbol of fragile hope, a silent prayer for Xiao’s healing. Aether felt an intimate connection with those flowers, as if they shared his own desire to see Xiao return to him, safe and sound.

He lifted his eyes toward Xiao’s peaceful face, his hand still tightly clasped in his own. The pallor of his complexion, the fragility of his condition—all of it strengthened Aether’s determination to protect the one he loved. But with that determination came the paralyzing fear of losing Xiao, of seeing his efforts and prayers dissolve into the insensitivity of reality.

Hours passed slowly, each minute seeming an eternity. Though physically exhausted, Aether remained vigilant, unable to grant himself the luxury of rest. His friends’ voices faded into the background, becoming a distant murmur. His focus stayed fixed on Xiao—on every tiny movement, every fragile breath.

The weight of future responsibility mingled with present anguish, creating a storm of emotions that even the comforting silence of the hospital room could not soothe. Aether knew he had to face his demons, find the strength to testify and protect his love, even if it meant reliving the terror and pain of that tragic night.

“By the way, when we arrived, we saw the doctors,” Venti said suddenly, looking at Aether. “They said Xiao’s condition is stable, but improving all the same! He might wake up in a few weeks.”

“Then I will pray day and night for his awakening,” Aether murmured.

Aether Viator wished to be forgiven. Anyone would do, really. But deep down, he wished that person would be Xiao Rex Lapis.

Chapter Text

Aether walked slowly through the streets of Liyue, his thoughts tangled by the recent events. The morning breeze brushed against his face, but he could not find any freshness in it. The familiar sounds of the city seemed muffled, as if coming from a distant world. Every step toward his agency felt heavy, laden with a melancholy he could not shake.

As he neared the agency, he spotted Keqing standing by the entrance. Even from afar, he noticed her worried expression, her arms crossed over her chest, and her furrowed brows. Concern and frustration were written all over her face, creating a striking contrast with the bustling morning city around her. A knot formed in Aether’s stomach at the sight of her expression.

Drawing closer, Aether observed the slight trembling in Keqing’s fingers, the way she nervously bit her lower lip. She seemed to be wrestling with a whirlwind of emotions, trying to maintain a calm façade. Her sharp gaze scanned the crowd until it settled on Aether as he reached her side. The tension in her eyes pierced him, adding another layer to his own emotional burden.

Aether slowed his pace, feeling the weight of the situation press down even more heavily on his shoulders. He could not run from the confrontation awaiting him, even if he wished with all his being to do so. Despite her visible frustration, Keqing was an anchor in this storm of chaos. He knew she sought answers, assurances, and he had to provide them—no matter how traumatic reliving those events might be.

Stopping before her, Aether lowered his eyes, unable to meet her intense gaze. His own thoughts spun in loops, searching for the right words, the necessary explanations. The silence between them was heavy, loaded with unspoken feelings and restrained emotions. Each passing second stretched time, making the moment almost unbearable.

Keqing slightly loosened her crossed arms and took a deep breath as if summoning courage. Feeling the urgency in the air, Aether slowly lifted his eyes, finally meeting her gaze. The determination he saw there, mixed with genuine concern, gave him the strength to break the silence. He knew he had to face this conversation honestly, even if it meant exposing his own vulnerabilities.

“Aether, you shouldn’t miss so much work, it’s bad for your career...” Keqing muttered before sighing wearily. “Anyway, we need to talk seriously.”

“What do you want to talk about?” Aether asked, sounding depressed, still pale. “That I have to go to the police station? I already know.”

“I want to talk to you about Mushiko, about yourself, and about Xiao.” The purple-haired woman saw his reaction at the mention of his lover’s name. “We should go inside, to your office. It’s better if this conversation is private.”

“Yeah, alright.” The blond sighed, shaking his head. “I guess I don’t have a choice anyway.”

Keqing glanced at the box Aether held but said nothing. Her eyes briefly sparkled with silent curiosity before she looked away, as if respecting the gravity of what he carried. The box, heavy with symbolism and unspoken promises, seemed to weigh more in his trembling hands. Together, they entered the real estate agency, and Aether felt the heavy stares of his coworkers settle on him.

Each step echoed in the entrance hall; the atmosphere was thick with palpable tension. Murmurs rose, becoming an indistinct but omnipresent whisper. Aether lowered his eyes, staring stubbornly at the floor, trying to block out the unwanted attention. He felt like a stranger in a place that should have been familiar, each gaze amplifying his vulnerability.

Keqing, walking beside him, seemed impervious to the glances and whispers around them. Her stride was purposeful, each movement deliberate and precise. She pushed open the office door, and they stepped inside. The space, normally welcoming, suddenly felt narrow and suffocating. Aether noticed the small details—the cold flicker of the fluorescent light, the faint creak of the leather chair, the comforting scent of polished wood.

They sat in silence. Aether placed the box on the desk, his hands releasing it with a slow, almost ceremonial motion. He felt Keqing’s gaze on him—attentive, probing, but not judgmental. The room seemed to close around them, isolating them from the outside world, forming a fragile bubble where only their cautious breaths echoed.

Aether lifted his eyes to meet Keqing’s, searching for comfort in her expression. She looked at him, her features etched with restrained worry mingled with genuine compassion. Her silence was far from oppressive; it was soothing, offering Aether the space to gather his scattered thoughts. He drew in a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill his lungs, then let out a sigh weighted with exhaustion and resignation.

Keqing leaned slightly forward, her hands softly clasped on the desk—a silent invitation to speak. A torrent of emotions surged inside Aether, an uncontrollable wave of pain, fear, and sorrow. He searched for words, losing himself briefly in the labyrinth of his own mind before finally summoning the strength to begin.

“First, let’s talk about Mushiko.”

“What can we really say about him, huh?”

“Mushiko isn’t unconscious, unlike Xiao,” Keqing replied, her tone serious and somewhat cold. “The police watch his room every day, and the lieutenant told me that when he recovers, he’ll go to prison.”

“For how long?” Aether asked, eyes rising to meet hers. “If he goes for only two years, I’ll demand more. Justice is never capable of anything anyway.”

“Thirty years suspended sentence,” she informed him before sighing. “His assets were confiscated, and he owes Xiao a huge sum for all the physical and emotional injuries he caused.”

“He deserves the same, deserves to suffer the same,” Aether contested, voice heavy with hatred. “It’s not enough for me—why thirty years and not life in prison, huh?”

“I completely understand, but let’s not say things Mushiko might say. We wouldn’t be any better than him, then.” The violet-haired woman crossed her arms and turned her gaze toward the window. “The lieutenant managed to find witnesses—hidden clients, passersby, even neighbors. After several testimonies, you obtained a verdict of self-defense, Aether.”

“And that’s it?” The blond man blinked several times. “He gives his verdict, and I’m free and clear?”

“Of course, you’ll still have to go to the station to sign the necessary papers. You did beat a man to death, after all, and they have to acknowledge that.”

“I figured...”

“The lieutenant said he saw you in tears.” Keqing stepped closer, biting her lower lip. “He saw you, clinging to Xiao, ready to fight. So, he wants to see you and make sure you’re alright.”

“So he waited until Xiao was hanging between life and death to finally care, is that it?” Aether snapped before lowering his eyes to the floor. “How ironic.”

For long, heavy minutes, Keqing and Aether talked through the situation. The weight of recent events echoed in every word, every gesture. Keqing held a rigid posture, her piercing gaze fixed on Aether, trying to grasp all the tangled threads of the tragedy. Aether, meanwhile, felt like a castaway, tossed between waves of his own emotions and the harsh reality relentlessly bearing down from every side.

Mushiko was going to prison. That statement echoed in the room like a distant sound, an inevitable fact that brought only faint comfort to Aether. The image of Mushiko—the face he wished to erase from his memory—haunted him still. Yet, this sentence was a glimmer of hope, a promise that justice might finally be served. Aether forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to draw strength from that thought.

Xiao’s parents were asking for money to cover medical expenses and damages. This cold, pragmatic detail added another layer of complexity to Aether’s anxiety. He felt responsible, even though deep down he knew none of it was under his control. Keqing’s voice, soft but firm, encouraged him to consider solutions, not to let guilt overwhelm him. Memories of Xiao—his smile and gentleness—haunted him, strengthening his desire to do everything possible to help.

Starbucks had been informed of the situation. Aether recalled the curious yet compassionate looks from Xiao’s colleagues. Working there, in that once familiar environment now tinged with a dark reality, seemed like an insurmountable trial for Xiao. He imagined the whispers, the murmurs behind Xiao’s back, and felt once again like a stranger. Yet he knew he had to face it, for Xiao, for himself.

Aether passed a trembling hand over his face, wiping away tear tracks that had formed despite himself. Keqing, still attentive, handed him a box of tissues—a simple gesture of kindness that warmed his heart a little. They continued talking, addressing both the practical and emotional aspects of the ordeal. Aether felt a mix of gratitude and fatigue wash over him, thankful to have someone by his side helping him navigate the storm.

The room seemed to close in around them, creating a temporary bubble of safety where the outside world’s problems could not reach them. Aether found some comfort in this shared moment, in Keqing’s silent understanding. Together, they sketched out plans, sought solutions, but above all, they found the strength to keep moving forward.

Every detail, every decision weighed heavily on Aether’s mind. Keqing’s voice, reassuring and determined, acted as an anchor, preventing him from sinking entirely into despair.

“Now that all that’s been said, let’s talk about you,” Keqing said softly, her tone very gentle. “Everyone has noticed you’ve been silently wallowing. Ganyu often stops by your place, but you’re never there. Kazuha told me you haven’t been yourself.”

“Yes, I’m at the hospital every day,” Aether admitted, nervously playing with his fingers. “I need to be there.”

“You should visit less,” she added, worried. “Look, you wear clothes that don’t suit you, and your hair is always messy.”

The man across from her remained heavy with silence.

“I understand that you’re overwhelmed with sadness, but Xiao would never want to see you like this,” she continued, more sternly. “You want to wait for him to wake up, right? Well then, start by taking back your daily life, to show him you haven’t starved or dried up in his absence.”

“But I…” he tried to say, then fell silent. “I just want to make sure every day that he’s still breathing. And what if something happens while I’m not there? I’ll blame myself even more.”

“Everyone is helping him, Aether. You’re not alone in this.”

“I’m just scared of losing him for good, like the first time.”

A solitary tear slowly rolled down Aether’s cheek before a nervous chuckle escaped his trembling lips. A second tear followed, then a third, until heartbreaking sobs burst forth uncontrollably. He cried bitterly, feeling the crushing weight of Xiao’s absence. A visceral terror gripped him—the unbearable fear that Xiao might abandon him in this dull world. When Xiao was still alive but they were no longer together, every day had seemed an insurmountable ordeal.

But the thought of losing him for good, never meeting his gaze again, never feeling his reassuring presence, was a pain too deep, a wound he knew he would never heal.

Aether felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces, each breath a struggle against the rising anxiety. His hands trembled as he held his head, vainly trying to stop the flood of tears. Everything inside him screamed despair, a silent yet devastating roar. His thoughts spun in endless loops, each darker than the last, dragging him into a spiral of pain. Xiao was more than a lost love—he was the light in his existence, the one who gave meaning to his darkest days.

Keqing, who had watched this heartbreaking scene, felt her heart tighten. She was not used to emotional outpourings or offering physical comfort. Yet, faced with her friend’s palpable distress, she could not remain passive. With visible hesitation, she stepped forward and gently embraced Aether. Her hold was awkward but full of goodwill. She softly laid her hand on his shoulder, offering silent support.

Aether was flooded with a wave of warmth at this unexpected gesture. Keqing’s embrace, though clumsy, was sincere. She said nothing, not knowing what to say anyway. Her eyes, usually sharp and determined, now reflected deep compassion. She understood, at least in part, the intensity of Aether’s pain. In that shared silence, Aether found a semblance of comfort.

The sobs continued to shake his body, but he felt a glimmer of support—a hand extended in his ocean of despair.

Minutes passed, each second marking a step toward accepting this new reality. Aether wept for what he had lost, for the uncertainty looming over the future, but also for the strength he hoped to find. Keqing remained there, her embrace gradually growing firmer, shifting from awkward hesitation to tangible, warm support. Her subtle scent, the softness of her hold, all helped pull Aether back to the surface, reminding him he was not alone in this ordeal.

The office, with its cold, impersonal walls, suddenly became a place of humanity and comfort. Even amid his pain, Aether began to glimpse the faint light of hope. Keqing was there, and with her, the promise of a possible tomorrow—where Xiao’s memory would not only be a source of pain but also of strength and resilience. Together, they could face the storms ahead, finding in their friendship a safe refuge in moments of despair.

“I feel like I’m just crying all the time. It’s horrible.”

“All those tears you’re finally letting go are tears that have been stuck inside for far too long.”

“What have they told you about Xiao?” Aether asked, sniffling. “I know everyone hides what the doctors say to keep me from worrying.”

“Kazuha told me the doctors will put Xiao into therapy as soon as he wakes up,” Keqing said, very honestly. “Even unconscious, his mind still reacts when he hears men shouting nearby.”

“And then?” the blond man pressed, curious.

“Obviously, when he hears you, his pulse seems to stabilize.” The purple-haired woman closed her eyes for a moment. “At first, I didn’t believe it. I thought you only see that in movies. But apparently, his body reacts positively to hearing your voice. I think you’re like a little remedy, even if it’s unconscious.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cliché,” he chuckled weakly before sniffing. “But I’m glad if it helps him.”

“With several signs, Xiao should wake up very soon.”

“That’s way too long...”

“To cheer you up, we should go visit him.”

“Are you sure? You just said I spend too much time there.”

“Yes, I’m sure. Come with me.”

Finally, Keqing and Aether left the real estate agency. Aether held the heavy box close to him, feeling its physical weight as an echo of the even heavier burden pressing on his heart. They walked in silence toward the bus stop, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the nearly deserted street. The late afternoon sun cast long, melancholy shadows on the sidewalk, heightening the sensation of suspended time that Aether felt.

When the bus arrived, they boarded and sat side by side. Aether placed the box on his lap, his fingers gripping the edges of the cardboard tightly. The steady hum of the engine and the rhythmic movement of the bus had an almost hypnotic effect, offering a temporary truce to his tormented mind. Keqing, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, started talking about lighthearted subjects. She spoke of new recipes she had tried, the latest news from Liyue, and even some rumors circulating at the office.

Aether listened absentmindedly, his thoughts constantly drifting back to Xiao. Every word exchanged with Keqing was like an anchor holding him in the present, preventing him from drowning completely in his grief. He responded with nods and forced smiles, trying to engage despite everything. The landscape outside the window passed by blurred and indistinct, reflecting Aether’s inner state of confusion.

Sensing her friend’s distress, Keqing did her best to keep the conversation going. She spoke about the weather, future plans, and even shared a few amusing anecdotes from the office. Though grateful for her efforts, Aether found it difficult to concentrate. His mind wandered endlessly to Xiao, to the hospital room where he lay motionless and silent. He wondered what he would say when he arrived, how he could express everything he felt without breaking down in tears.

The bus made several stops, each jolt snapping Aether back to reality, reminding him where he was and what he had to face. Keqing continued talking, her gentle, comforting voice creating a soothing background. She told a funny story about a colleague, and for the first time in hours, Aether let out a faint smile. It was only a small spark of light in an ocean of darkness, but it was a beginning—a sign that maybe not all was lost.

As they approached the hospital, Aether felt a knot form in his stomach. The gray, imposing building loomed on the horizon, a symbol of everything that had happened to him recently. The bus stopped, and Aether got off with Keqing, clutching the box even tighter. They walked silently to the entrance, their footsteps echoing on the pavement. Aether felt his legs tremble slightly but took a deep breath, finding the strength to carry on.

“Don’t be afraid, he’s still breathing.”

“I know…”

Keqing placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as they passed through the hospital doors. Their eyes met, and in hers, Aether saw unwavering support. Despite the fear, pain, and uncertainty, he knew he was not alone. Together, they climbed the stairs, each step bringing them closer to Xiao and the next stage of this difficult journey.

They ascended to Xiao’s hospital room, each stair bringing them nearer to that painful moment. Aether’s heart tightened at the sight of Xiao, still unconscious, pale-skinned with closed eyes. The machines emitted regular beeps, breaking the heavy silence of the room. Aether felt a wave of sadness wash over him, but he refused to be overwhelmed. He had to stay strong for Xiao.

Hurriedly rearranging the flowers, Aether gently stroked Xiao’s face, his cold skin beneath trembling fingers. It was a gesture of affection and despair, as if he hoped that this simple touch might bring Xiao back to him. The delicate scent of the flowers filled the room, creating a poignant contrast with the sterile hospital air.

“Hello, Xiao,” he whispered in his ear, careful that the nurse would not hear. “It’s still me.”

Aether carefully opened the large box, revealing the basketball he had given Xiao for Christmas. The ball, almost new, was a promise of shared moments, laughter, and friendly competitions. Aether still remembered Xiao’s bright smile when he had unwrapped the gift, and the pure joy he had felt at that moment. Those happy memories made the current scene all the more heartbreaking.

He knelt beside the bed, holding the basketball like a sacred relic. His free hand grasped Xiao’s, gently squeezing his inert fingers. The tears he had held back until then began to flow freely, mingling with silent sobs. Aether pressed his forehead against Xiao’s hand, letting his grief pour out without restraint.

The room was silent except for the sound of machines and Aether’s muffled sobs. Time seemed to have stopped, each second stretching into a painful eternity. Aether murmured inaudible words, desperate prayers and promises never to give up. He begged Xiao to come back, to give him a sign, however faint, that he was still there.

Memories flooded in—moments of shared happiness, instances of closeness and love. Aether remembered moonlit walks, evenings spent talking about everything and nothing, bursts of laughter, and tender glances. All of it now seemed so distant, as if belonging to another life. But he refused to let those memories turn into regrets.

Keqing, standing a few steps away, watched the scene with silent sadness. She understood the depth of the bond between Aether and Xiao, and her heart ached to see her friend so vulnerable. She didn’t know how to soothe his pain, but she was determined to stay by his side, offering all the support she could.

Aether continued stroking Xiao’s hand, his face streaked with tears. He felt the weight of uncertainty, the fear of losing the one he loved so much. Yet deep inside, a spark of hope endured. He believed in Xiao’s strength, in his ability to overcome this trial. And as long as there was a flicker of hope, Aether would not surrender to despair. He remained there, kneeling, the basketball and memories of better days as the only witnesses to his love and determination.

“Why did you bring a basketball?” Keqing asked, approaching to sit on a chair nearby.

“Xiao loves basketball,” the blond said with a small smile. “I’ve played against him several times, and he always beats me hands down. For Christmas, I gave him the ball he’d always wanted, with an engraving.”

“What does it say?”

“‘Yours for eternity.’”

“That’s quite poetic, I admit,” the purple-haired woman smiled gently. “You have truly devoted yourself to him.”

“I always have, and I always will,” he said, eyes fixed on the sleeping face of his lover. “Whether he wakes up in a month or a year, I will always be the one waiting at his bedside. And that, he can never doubt.”

Keqing had found the opening. Watching Aether, she realized that mentioning Xiao might bring a flicker of comfort to her grieving friend. She approached gently and sat down beside him, her eyes resting on him with kindness. Aether, still crouched and almost cradling Xiao’s inert hand, felt a soothing presence by his side. He looked up, meeting Keqing’s determined gaze, and knew she was there for him, to support him through this ordeal.

Keqing began asking questions about Xiao—simple, casual questions that held the power to awaken happy memories. At first hesitant, Aether let his thoughts drift toward those precious moments. He recounted the first time they had played basketball together, how Xiao laughed while clumsily dribbling and how he always ended up falling in laughter, his bright smile lighting up each tumble. Despite the pain tightening his heart, Aether couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

Seeing the flicker of that smile on Aether’s face, Keqing encouraged him to continue. She asked how they had met, how they discovered so many passions in common. Aether remembered their first meeting—a rainy day when they had sheltered beneath the same awning, sharing an umbrella far too small. The image of Xiao, his wet hair clinging to his face, laughing at the drops sliding down his nose, brought tears to Aether’s eyes—this time, tears of sweet nostalgia.

As Aether spoke, his voice grew firmer, more assured. He recalled the evenings spent talking under the stars, strolls through the illuminated streets of Liyue, and the comfortable silences where they understood each other without words. Keqing listened attentively, her questions guiding Aether through a labyrinth of joyful memories. She knew that by speaking of Xiao, she was rekindling not only the pain of absence but also the warmth of shared moments.

Aether still stroked Xiao’s hand, but his gaze softened, less desperate. He spoke of the dreams they had shared, the plans they had made for the future, and even the trivial quarrels that always ended in bursts of laughter. Each memory told was a step toward healing, one more stride to accept reality while cherishing what had been.

The basketball resting beside him suddenly seemed less a symbol of sorrow and more a silent witness to days of happiness. By speaking of Xiao, Aether regained a bit of the smile that had always brightened his face. Keqing saw it, and she knew she had succeeded in bringing a little light into the darkness that surrounded her friend.

As they continued to talk, the hospital room, with its machines and monotonous sounds, became a little more alive. It was no longer just a place of suffering and worry but a space where memories and love could still shine. Aether, gently holding Xiao’s hand, felt surrounded by a new warmth—one born of friendship and shared memories.

And so, with Keqing by his side, Aether found the strength to smile through his tears, to look to the future with a little less fear, and to keep hoping—because as long as there was love, there was also hope.

"One day, he ignored me simply because he was looking for the most beautiful florist in Liyue," Aether recounted, before leaning down to gently stroke Xiao’s cheek. "All day long, I wondered if I had done something wrong, or if I had said something mean to him. When he came back, he was holding a bouquet of red and white roses. I yelled at him, telling him how worried I was, and he just chuckled, saying he’d forgotten his phone at home."

"Your love story is truly fascinating," Keqing said, resting her head on the palm of her hand. "But in the end, were you happy to receive those roses?"

"Of course, I thanked him properly," the blond man chuckled faintly, resting his head on the edge of the bed. "Xiao and I went through so much together that even after we parted, we secretly kept an eye on each other. I never told him, but I saw his social media accounts spying on mine. And even though he tried to be discreet, the app showed me they were secondary accounts belonging to him. Though, I can’t really judge... I did the same."

"And after that, I’m not surprised you were about to get married..."

"We were ready to skip all the steps at first. Luckily, those around us told us to calm down a bit. It was like we’d been struck by love at first sight, that’s all."

Aether’s head rested on the hospital bed’s cold wooden edge. The chill pressed against his cheek, but he seemed unaware. His gaze remained fixed on Xiao’s peaceful, sleeping face, his eyes brimming with tears ready to fall, but held back with fierce determination. A tender and nostalgic smile curved his lips—a rare expression lately, but precious in its sincerity.

He remembered the moments when this face, now still and pale, had been lit up by radiant smiles and joyous laughter. Every contour, every line on Xiao’s face was etched in his memory like a map of the memories they had shared. He recalled the warmth of his cheeks flushed from effort after a basketball game, the softness of his features softened by sleep during nights spent together gazing at the stars.

Aether let his fingers glide gently over Xiao’s hand, seeking a touch, a connection that now seemed so fragile and yet so vital. This simple gesture, barely perceptible caress, was his anchor in an ocean of pain and fear. He felt the need to protect this hand, this life, as if by sheer will alone he could keep the world from taking away what he held most dear.

The sounds of medical machines filled the room—a mechanical symphony that seemed to pace his thoughts. Each beep, each steady breath of the respirator marked the passage of time, bringing him closer to the inevitable truth he had to face. Yet in this moment of relative calm, Aether found some comfort. Xiao was there, with him, and as long as he could feel his presence, silent and still, there was still a spark of hope.

Aether’s smile was a mixture of pain and sweetness, a complex expression revealing the depth of his feelings. He thought back to their late-night conversations, their plans for the future, the simplicity of small daily joys they had shared. Those memories gave him consolation, a way to stay connected to the reality of their love, even in this desperate situation.

His thoughts were a ceaseless stream of what ifs, regrets, and wishes. He imagined a future where Xiao woke up, where they could resume their life together, where laughter would replace tears and shared dreams would become possible realities again. Aether allowed himself those visions, permitting himself to believe, even if only for a moment, that everything could go back to how it was before.

Finally, Aether closed his eyes, exhausted but soothed by these thoughts. His breathing fell into rhythm with Xiao’s, as if trying to synchronize their life pulses, to ensure that, no matter what happened, they would remain united.

That tender and nostalgic smile, though mingled with silent tears, was his quiet promise to stay by his side, to fight for him, and to cherish every memory, every moment—past or future—that they had shared.

Chapter Text

Two weeks later, at three in the morning, Aether lay on his bed, his gaze lost in the darkness of the ceiling. The room was silent, disturbed only by the faint sounds of the sleeping city outside. Thick curtains kept the streetlamp’s light from seeping in, wrapping the space in an almost complete darkness. Only a few scattered glimmers from electronic devices faintly illuminated the room.

His cat, a small black ball of fur, was curled comfortably on his stomach, its steady purring bringing a soothing sensation. From time to time, the animal lifted its head and gently licked Aether’s hand, which responded with automatic strokes. That reassuring contact was one of the few sources of comfort during these moments of loneliness and sadness.

Aether stared at the ceiling with a sullen expression, his thoughts swirling in silent chaos. The events of the past weeks weighed heavily on his mind. Images of Xiao, lying unconscious in his hospital bed, kept coming back, accompanied by memories of their happy times, now tinged with pain. The constant presence of fear—the fear of losing Xiao for good—permeated every fiber of his being, leaving him exhausted and vulnerable.

The room was filled with the oppressive atmosphere of a sleepless night, where minutes seemed to stretch into hours. Aether felt the weight of days and nights spent worrying accumulate, his fatigue manifesting as a physical and emotional heaviness. The soothing murmur of his cat was not enough to chase away the dark thoughts that relentlessly assailed him.

He recalled conversations with the doctors, daily hospital visits, the compassionate looks from his friends. Every detail was etched in his memory, an unbroken chain of events that seemed never to end. The uncertainty of the future, the endless wait for news—all of it contributed to his feelings of despair and helplessness.

The time spent lying on that bed seemed eternal, every second a test of patience and resilience. His thoughts wandered, oscillating between hope and despair, between the will to fight and the temptation to give in to fatigue. The cat kept purring, its calming presence contrasting with the turmoil inside its owner.

Aether felt trapped in that suspended moment, unable to find sleep, unable to escape his thoughts. Silent, warm tears sometimes rolled down his cheeks—a necessary release for the pain he carried inside. But even those tears were not enough to soothe his wounded heart.

He continued stroking his cat, each repetitive motion of his hand a conscious effort to stay grounded in the present, to not be overwhelmed by the whirlwind of his emotions. This simple action, this small gesture of tenderness toward his feline companion, was a form of resistance against despair, a way to keep a flicker of hope alive in his heart.

The ceiling remained silent, impassive to his torment. The night stretched long and merciless, but Aether stayed there, determined to carry on, to wait for dawn with the faint hope that somewhere, a miracle might still happen.

“How are you doing?” Aether asked in a whisper. “You look like you’re in perfect shape.”

The cat only purred in response.

“Sorry I haven’t been around much lately.”

Suddenly, Aether’s phone began to ring, breaking the heavy silence of the room. The sharp sound pierced through the darkness, shaking Aether’s troubled thoughts. He turned his head toward the source of the noise, his heart beating faster. The illuminated screen displayed an unknown number—strange and threatening at this late hour. A wave of hesitation swept over him. He didn’t know whether to answer, fearing yet more bad news.

His cat, sensing his agitation, rose and walked delicately over his body, its little paws making dents in the blanket. The feline reached his face, rubbing against him and licking his cheek, as if to give him courage. That simple, comforting gesture, filled with unconditional affection, helped Aether make up his mind. With one last hesitation, he took a deep breath and finally answered the call.

The phone felt cold against his ear, his heart pounding wildly. The first seconds of silence seemed endless, each beat of his heart ringing in his temples. A multitude of thoughts raced through his mind—scenarios ranging from worst to best, each one amplifying his anxiety. He imagined conversations with doctors, crushing news or glimmers of hope, but uncertainty lingered.

Aether’s fingers clenched tightly around his phone as he waited for a voice on the other end. His eyes closed briefly, seeking some semblance of inner peace. The reassuring presence of his cat, still nestled against him, continued to comfort him—an anchor amid the storm of his emotions. The soft, steady purring of his feline companion offered a faint consolation in this sea of uncertainty.

The wait, though brief, felt eternal. Aether felt each second pass with a crushing weight, every tick of the invisible clock marking time almost painfully. The suspense was unbearable, each moment increasing the pressure weighing down his already tired shoulders.

Finally, a voice spoke, carrying the weight of urgency and importance. Aether’s heart skipped a beat; his breath caught as he listened closely. He tried to prepare himself mentally, to steel himself against the possibility of bad news, while still hoping against hope to hear something that might lighten the burden he had carried for so long.

“Hello?”

“Good evening, am I speaking with Mr. Viator?”

“Yes, this is he,” Aether answered, a bit skeptical. “May I ask who is calling?”

“I’m Dr. Kōsuke, the physician in charge of Xiao Rex Lapis,” said the man, the other end of the line filled with frantic breathing. “It’s late, but I’m not calling to bring you bad news.”

“What is the reason for your call, then?” the blond asked, feeling his breath quicken. “It’s about Xiao, isn’t it?”

“Mr. Rex Lapis regained consciousness over an hour ago,” the doctor admitted before sighing. “However, he refuses any intervention from us. His condition is that you come.”

“Xiao is asking for me…?” His voice grew fragile, vulnerable. “I… I’ll be there in ten minutes, don’t worry!”

“I’m sorry to disturb you so late; we really need your help.”

Aether hurried to his feet, his heart pounding wildly. The voice on the other end of the line had just delivered the news he no longer dared to hope for—Xiao had awakened. The overwhelming joy that surged through him instantly banished the numbness that had gripped him these past weeks. He pressed a gentle kiss to his cat’s head, silently thanking the little creature for its unwavering support.

Rushing to get ready, Aether threw on a jacket and socks in haste, his hurried movements betraying his impatience. He grabbed his shoes and slipped them on clumsily, nearly stumbling in his eagerness. His fingers trembled slightly as he seized his car keys, an object he had seldom used since moving downtown, preferring to walk or take public transport. But tonight, there was no time to lose.

Key in hand, he dashed out of his apartment, bounding down the stairs two at a time. Every fiber of his being was focused on one goal—to reach Xiao at the hospital as quickly as possible. The night’s cold bit at his skin, but he barely noticed, too absorbed by the urgency of his mission.

His car waited in the parking lot, dust lightly coating its surface, a testament to its recent disuse. He unlocked it hurriedly, sliding behind the wheel and fumbling the key into the ignition with shaky hands. The engine purred softly before roaring to life—a reassuring sound that made him breathe a little easier.

Aether pulled out of the parking garage, eyes fixed on the road, the streets of Liyue blurring past in a rapid rush. Every traffic light, every intersection felt like an obstacle between him and Xiao. The few cars he passed at this late hour seemed to crawl, adding to his growing impatience. He accelerated carefully but determinedly, every minute spent driving stretching into an eternity.

His mind spun with conflicting emotions—the anxiety of what he might find upon arrival, the wild hope making his heart race, the nearly tangible joy that compelled him to smile despite everything. Images of Xiao lying unconscious, hooked up to machines, collided with new ones—his face awake, perhaps even smiling. Shaking off those thoughts, he focused on driving, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Finally, the hospital appeared at the end of the street, its white and blue lights piercing the darkness. Aether parked swiftly, cutting the engine before rushing out of the car. His footsteps echoed in the empty lobby as he sprinted toward the elevator, pounding the button with desperate urgency. The doors slid open at last, and he leapt inside, tapping his feet nervously during the interminable ascent.

When he reached the correct floor, he strode quickly and purposefully toward Xiao’s room. The door was slightly ajar; he pushed it gently, holding his breath. His heart hammered as he crossed the threshold, eyes locked on the bed where Xiao lay. Awake—eyes open, looking at him with a glimmer of recognition.

Aether felt his legs weaken slightly under the weight of emotion. He approached the bed, never breaking eye contact with Xiao. Each step brought him closer to this new and wonderful reality—Xiao had come back to him. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he gently clasped Xiao’s hand, his eyes shining with tears of joy. Words were unnecessary; their shared presence was enough to fill the silence.

“Please, tell me this isn’t a dream,” Aether almost pleaded, tears welling in his eyes. “Tell me you’re really here in front of me.”

“Aether...” Xiao called softly, his voice weak. “I’m sorry for making you come here. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Don’t worry about that, it’s absolutely not important.”

“I’m sorry for what happened, Aether...”

“We’ll talk about that later, alright?” the blond replied, reluctantly rising. “The doctors need to run some tests to be sure you’re okay. You should do them, to stop me from worrying, please.”

“All right, but please stay here,” murmured the dark-haired one, reaching to grab Aether’s sleeve. “I want you to stay close to me.”

“Mr. Viator, you can sit on the chair beside the bed. It won’t bother us,” said Doctor Kōsuke, his tone professional.

“Very well. Thank you, doctor.”

Aether sat down on the chair next to Xiao’s bed, his legs still trembling from the flood of emotions. The room was bathed in soft light, shadows dancing gently across the walls, creating an oddly peaceful atmosphere. The silence was broken only by the steady beeping of the machines monitoring Xiao’s vital signs. The nurses and doctors took advantage of the calm to approach, check Xiao’s pulse, run various tests, and jot down notes on their tablets.

Aether watched every movement of the medical staff with nervous intensity, barely glancing away from Xiao’s face. His heart was still racing, but a new kind of calm was seeping in. Xiao was here, alive, and his eyes fixed on Aether spoke louder than words. There was in that gaze a silent promise, a tacit vow to share a moment together once these medical intrusions were over.

“I see no issues with the patient’s pulse,” one nurse said, glancing at the monitor.

Aether’s fingers clenched lightly around the chair’s armrest, the cold, hard wood contrasting with the warmth flooding his chest. He felt every fiber of his being focused on Xiao, as if fearing that the slightest distraction might break this fragile thread of presence. The nurses’ measured, professional gestures seemed to stretch into eternity. Every press of the stethoscope, every blood draw, every check was a barrier between him and the moment when he could finally be alone with Xiao.

“The ECG shows nothing abnormal,” added another nurse, unplugging the leads. “Doctor, what do you say?”

Xiao’s eyes never stopped following Aether, their visual connection unbroken, like an invisible thread binding them. Aether let himself be captivated by that gaze, reading in the dark depths of Xiao’s eyes feelings he had thought lost forever. There was fatigue, of course, and pain, but also a spark of life, a flash of recognition and relief. That look was worth all the words in the world, and Aether felt his own tears rise again—not from sadness this time, but from gratitude and relief.

“There’s no cranial trauma, and no memory loss,” said Doctor Kōsuke, before smiling slightly. “Mr. Rex Lapis seems to be in very good health.”

When the doctors finally stepped back, leaving Xiao in peace, Aether felt a wave of relief wash over him. He leaned closer to the bed, his face softening into a smile full of tenderness and promises. He gently squeezed Xiao’s hand, his fingers caressing the pale skin with infinite delicacy. Aether knew this moment was only the beginning of their new reality, a chapter where every moment together would be cherished and precious.

The whisper of the machines grew more distant in Aether’s mind as he focused entirely on Xiao. There was so much to say, so much to share, but for now, the silence between them spoke louder than any words. Aether felt a gentle warmth fill him, a newfound peace that enveloped him completely. He was no longer alone in his fight against the shadows of uncertainty. Xiao was back, and together, they would face the world, hand in hand.

“They’ve finally left...” Xiao murmured, before sighing with relief. “I was starting to suffocate, to be honest.”

Aether remained silent, his eyes cast down toward the floor.

“Aether, are you okay?” the dark-haired one asked, worried. “You seem distant, is it...?”

“You’re the biggest idiot in Liyue,” the blond spat through clenched teeth. “You seriously ask me if I’m okay, after spending two weeks by your side, telling me over and over that it was all my fault?”

“It’s not your fault, it was my decision.”

“It nearly cost you your life!”

“I just wanted to do something good for myself, that’s all.”

“I found you half unconscious, lying in your own blood, while Mushiko was smiling.” He clenched his fists, the memory of the scene far too brutal for him. “I thought I was going to lose you for good, that you were going to die right before my eyes. I yelled at the paramedics to treat you faster when they said we were losing you, I spent my time crying. And you still ask if I’m okay?”

“I’m...” he tried to say, but was cut off abruptly.

“Sorry?” suggested the blond man, raising an eyebrow with a gloomy look. “You don’t need to say it a hundred times, I’m not really mad at you. Actually, I’m angry because I’m relieved you woke up. I’m just expressing my relief, because I was scared, damn it. And if you had died, huh? What was I supposed to do, Xiao?”

“Aether, look at me,” ordered the black-green-haired man as the other obeyed. “I’m alive, I didn’t intend to leave you. I... I’m happy to see you again, okay? Don’t think the worst—I’m here now.”

“I was scared...”

“I know, my love.”

“At that moment, I really wanted to beat him even more.”

“Aether, hold me, please. Stop talking about this.”

Aether leaned in slowly, each movement measured and filled with infinite gentleness. Xiao lay on his hospital bed, surrounded by the steady hum of the machines keeping him alive. The tubes and wires seemed almost trivial compared to the fragility of the scene. Aether approached him with silent reverence, as if about to touch the most precious and delicate thing in the world.

He embraced Xiao delicately, his arms encircling the frail body with palpable tenderness. Aether’s fingers tightened slightly on the pristine white sheet, as if to ensure he wouldn’t slip away, wouldn’t disappear again into the void of uncertainty. The warmth of Xiao’s body, though faint, was an immense comfort, an anchor in this turbulent sea of emotions. Aether felt his own heart beating at a calm rhythm, synchronized with Xiao’s labored breathing.

He nestled his face into the hollow of Xiao’s neck, the cold skin against his burning cheek. He closed his eyes, letting the world fade away around him. The familiar scent of Xiao, mingled with the hospital antiseptics, recalled distant, happy memories. Each breath he took was a puff of hope and relief, each exhale a release of accumulated fear. Despite his obvious weakness, Xiao lifted a trembling hand to wrap around Aether, his fingers closing weakly but firmly on his shoulder.

The embrace was silent but heavy with meaning. In this simple yet profoundly intimate contact, there were unspoken promises, silent forgivenesses, and unwavering affection. Xiao held Aether with all the strength he had left, his pale fingers sinking slightly into the fabric of Aether’s shirt. No words were needed between them, just this moment suspended in time where everything seemed both fragile and eternal.

The outside world went on, the beeping of machines and muffled sounds of hospital corridors forming a blurred background. But for Aether, there was only the feeling of Xiao in his arms, the steady beat of his heart against his own. Each second spent like this was a victory over fear, a triumph of love over uncertainty.

Aether felt a solitary tear slide down his cheek, mingling with the dark strands of Xiao’s hair. He did not try to hold it back, letting his emotions flow freely. That tear was a mix of past pain, present relief, and future hope. He stayed like that, nestled against Xiao, savoring every moment of this precious contact.

“I will never thank the doctors enough for saving you,” Aether murmured, his voice muffled. “I am so grateful to them.”

“And I will never thank them enough for letting me wake up to see your face once more,” Xiao replied in a whisper. “I’ll do everything I can to heal as quickly as possible and get out of here. So we can get engaged soon and live together.”

“Say, after everything that happened, don’t you want to move out?” asked the blond, his fingers tracing invisible lines along Xiao’s back. “Liyue is the city where we met, sure, but it also holds our saddest memories.”

“I’ve already thought about moving out,” the dark-haired man admitted with a sigh. “But in any case, our jobs are both here in the city. We’ll have to wait.”

“That’s true, you’re right.”

“Let’s live a few more years in Liyue and look for a house in the countryside nearby during that time.”

“I’ll buy new shelves so you can settle in my apartment more comfortably,” he said with a tender smile. “We’ll try to make it as personal and warm as the first one, I promise.”

“I know it’s not the best time to ask, but... where is Mushiko?” he asked, surely curious about the fate of his tormentor.

“That’s a long story, hold on tight.”

Aether told him everything Keqing and Kazuha had said, leaving out no detail. Xiao seemed to silently nod along, then took on a thoughtful expression.

“I see, that reassures me,” Xiao said before pulling away from his lover’s embrace to look him in the eyes. “As long as he’s far from us, that’s more than enough for me.”

“I haven’t been idle these past two weeks, you know,” Aether suddenly interjected, a more serious look on his face. “I’ve filed to take Mushiko to court very soon over the financial matters. Keqing helped me, of course. I also bought some books to learn about your possible trauma...”

“Aether, about my trauma, we’ll talk about it together,” the dark-haired man said, placing his hands gently on Aether’s cheeks so they could look at each other. “It’s very kind of you, but everyone feels things differently. I don’t feel in danger with you, and you never do anything sudden. I’ve been with you for over four years, so I’ve never distrusted you. Those books mostly talk about trauma caused by others; leave that aside.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, you meant well.”

Xiao lifted his trembling hands and caressed Aether’s cheeks with infinite gentleness. His thumbs brushed over Aether’s skin, tracing light, soothing circles. Aether smiled shyly, a smile filled with tenderness that lit up his face despite the recent tears. It was a smile that spoke of comfort and love, a balm for the invisible wounds of their hearts.

As their gazes met, Xiao leaned in softly. He pressed his lips to Aether’s in a simple, innocent, and deeply affectionate kiss. It was a light touch, yet heavy with emotion—a gesture that said far more than words ever could. Aether immediately closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by this wave of tenderness. The outside world vanished once more, leaving only this intimate, precious moment.

Aether’s hands instinctively found Xiao’s cheeks, holding them with an almost reverential delicacy. His fingers dug slightly into the skin, as if fearing Xiao might fade away if he loosened his grip. The kiss deepened gently, Aether responding with a controlled passion, a promise of unwavering support. Every movement of their lips was a silent testament to their bond, to their love reborn despite the trials.

Their breaths mingled, creating a silent harmony amid the hospital’s turmoil. Aether felt Xiao’s heart beating against his own, a soothing rhythm that comforted him deep within. He could almost sense life returning to Xiao’s body, each heartbeat an affirmation of his continued presence in this world.

When their lips parted, Aether slowly opened his eyes and met Xiao’s soft, loving gaze. He saw there a silent promise, a determination to overcome all future trials together. Xiao smiled faintly, but that smile held all the strength and resilience he had always known in him.

Aether leaned in again, pressing his forehead against Xiao’s. Their breaths intertwined, and he whispered a silent prayer of gratitude. Despite everything, they were here, together, and that was all that mattered. In this silent embrace, they found refuge—a space where pain and fear had no place, replaced by love and the promise of a shared future.

The sounds of machines and hospital corridors gradually returned to their ears, but for Aether, they were distant, almost unreal. All that mattered was this present moment, this unbreakable connection with Xiao. He knew then, with unwavering certainty, that they would face all the trials ahead together.

“Too bad we’re in a hospital,” Xiao almost lamented, before placing yet another kiss on his lips. “If it were up to me, we’d already be peacefully cuddled up together—with your cat.”

“We can still cuddle here, but without my cat,” Aether chuckled softly, then smiled. “But it’s impossible for me to get on the bed. I’m way too scared of unplugging one of those cables.”

“At worst, it’ll just momentarily alert the doctors.”

“I remind you, it’s three in the morning.”

“So what? Isn’t it you who told me it was the perfect time to scare others a little?”

“I said that four years ago!”

Xiao’s eyes slowly drifted toward the flowers arranged in the vase on the bedside table. Each bouquet, carefully chosen, was an expression of love and hope from Aether. The bright colors and delicate fragrances filled the room with a serene and comforting atmosphere. Xiao stared at the flowers for a moment, absorbed by their simple beauty and the symbolism they carried.

Next to the flowers, he noticed the basketball Aether had given him for Christmas. That ball, a witness to so many shared memories on playgrounds and hours spent together, seemed almost out of place in the hospital room. Yet it was there—a tangible reminder of moments of happiness and camaraderie, of dreams and aspirations they had built together. The worn ball bore the marks of countless games, each scratch telling a story, a victory, a burst of laughter.

Xiao then turned his gaze to Aether, who was watching his reactions intently. Aether’s eyes shimmered with emotion as he offered a trembling but sincere smile. He gently stroked Xiao’s hand, as if to make sure the moment was real. The pain and anguish of the past weeks seemed to fade a little, replaced by a glimmer of hope and comfort.

For Aether, every bouquet, every flower held a special meaning. They represented fragments of Zhongli’s love, his determination to support Xiao through this ordeal. The basketball, meanwhile, symbolized their deep bond, a connection forged through time and shared experience. Seeing Xiao notice them and linger on them stirred a flood of emotions, cherished memories, and hopes for the future.

Still kneeling by the bed, Aether squeezed Xiao’s hand a little tighter. He felt the warmth of his skin, the faint but steady pulse beneath his fingers. Each heartbeat was a reminder that Xiao was there—alive, fighting to come back fully to himself. Their eyes met again, and in Xiao’s gaze, Aether read a silent promise, a will to fight and rebuild together.

The whisper of the medical machines, the scent of the flowers, and Xiao’s calming presence created a bubble of serenity around them. Aether knew the road ahead would still be long and strewn with challenges, but in that moment, everything seemed possible. They were together, united by an unbreakable love and unwavering determination. The future, though uncertain, suddenly felt less daunting. Together, they could face any storm, overcome any obstacle.

“I tried to preserve this bouquet first and foremost because it’s from your father,” Aether said, as his hand slid away from the other man’s. “He was extremely devastated and wanted you to wake up. To keep his thoughts close to you, I brought a vase from home and took care of them.”

“I’ll call them when I’m awake, I promise,” Xiao murmured, lost in thought. “I know my father always wakes up around six in the morning, so I’ll try then.”

“You’ll make him very happy, I’m sure of it. Your father cares a lot about you.”

“So… why is the basketball here?”

“Well, actually...” The blond chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I figured the best way to keep my presence close to you was to leave the ball here.”

“Because you belong to me for eternity?” the dark-haired one asked sarcastically, while the other felt a rosy blush rise to his cheeks.

“Maybe, who knows?” he replied, still embarrassed.

“I’m teasing you, stop being so shy.” He laughed heartily. “Anyway, how are the others doing?”

Aether began recounting the lives of those who had come to support Xiao during this difficult time. His soft, reassuring voice floated through the air, filling the hospital room with a sense of warmth and unity. He first spoke of Kazuha, his first best friend. He told how Kazuha had found love again, becoming a little happier and more fulfilled.

Next, Aether talked about Venti, his second best friend, whose songs and laughter still resonated in the hearts of those he met. Aether described how Venti, despite his carefree appearance, had managed to overcome his struggles with alcohol. He also told how Venti had supported him through this harsh ordeal.

The life of Keqing was also mentioned, with her unwavering determination and strong sense of duty. Aether described her relentless efforts to improve life in their city, her battles against corruption, and her desire for justice. Keqing was an inspiration, a model of strength and resilience. Aether knew these stories would remind Xiao of the importance of fighting for what he believed in, even in the darkest moments.

Aether’s stories were punctuated by moments of silence, during which Xiao simply closed his eyes and savored the presence of those he loved. He knew his fight for life was not over, but these stories—these tokens of love and support—gave him the strength to carry on. Aether remained by his side, always ready to share another anecdote, offer a smile, or a comforting gesture.

The following days were a mix of tears and joy. Hu Tao, with her dark but well-meaning humor, made remarks about how Xiao should stop wanting to leave his family and Aether. Her lightheartedness brought a smile in moments heavy with tension. Kazuha, for his part, had apologized to Xiao for reasons only the two of them truly understood, and this gesture of reconciliation strengthened their friendship.

Zhongli had thrown himself into his son’s arms, sprinkling his face with gentle, affectionate kisses. He wept bitter tears, and through his muffled sobs, he managed to utter a few words. He told Xiao how much he did not want to lose him, and that he should have asked for help. Xiao had also cried in his father’s arms, promising never to face difficult situations alone again.

Keqing and Ganyu came often, their visits a breath of fresh air. They told Xiao how much Aether resembled a lost little puppy without him. They humorously and tenderly described how Aether wandered aimlessly, constantly seeking news of Xiao and losing himself in thought. Xiao laughed softly, squeezing Aether’s hand, each word a caress on his tired heart.

Thus, the days passed, filled with visits, laughter, and tears. The hospital, once a place of pain and fear, became a sanctuary of shared memories and promises for the future. Xiao felt the warmth of the bonds that united him to his friends and family, each story from Aether another thread woven into the fabric of their shared life. Their love and hope illuminated the dark days, turning the ordeal into a step toward healing and rebirth.

After several weeks spent in the hospital, Xiao was finally allowed to return home. It was an autumn day when the fresh air carried promises of renewal. Xiao, still fragile, returned to Aether’s apartment. Their reunion was marked by a silent tenderness, each gesture imbued with a newfound gentleness. Aether had carefully prepared their home, making sure every detail was welcoming and soothing for Xiao.

The first days were devoted to adjustment. Aether made sure Xiao diligently attended his therapy sessions, sometimes accompanying him for support. He was a constant and reassuring presence, preparing meals, helping Xiao move around, and ensuring every need was met. Aether watched Xiao’s progress with a pride tinged with worry, fully aware of the challenges convalescence entailed.

Their daily life was punctuated by small rituals that brought a sense of stability. In the mornings, Aether prepared breakfast, often under the curious gaze of Xiao the cat, who, from his privileged spot on the windowsill, observed the scene. The cat was a source of comfort for Xiao, its silent and affectionate presence offering a welcome distraction. Xiao spent long hours stroking the feline, finding in this repetitive gesture a form of therapy.
Although unable to return to work immediately, Aether found a new routine in caring for Xiao. Their days were marked by simple but meaningful activities—reading together, listening to soft music, or walking in the nearby park when Xiao felt strong enough. Aether remained attentive, noting every smile, every burst of laughter, as precious victories.

Evenings were often the most intimate moments. Aether lit a few candles, creating a warm and serene atmosphere. Xiao, comfortably settled on the couch, watched the flickering flame with a look of regained calm. Aether sat beside him, their hands instinctively seeking each other, finding in that touch a silent and profound communication.

Each day brought its share of challenges, but also small victories. Xiao gradually regained his strength, helped by Aether’s unconditional love. They still had a long road ahead, but the certainty of facing the future together made each step a little lighter. Moments of doubt and fear were inevitable, but balanced by times of simple and genuine happiness.

Thus, their life resumed a gentler rhythm, marked by patience and resilience. Aether continued to watch over Xiao, finding in this caregiver role a new meaning to his existence. The cat, faithful companion, remained a silent witness to this period of healing and renewal. Their apartment, once a place of solitude and sorrow, gradually became a haven of peace and tenderness, where each day offered the hope of a better future.

Shortly after Xiao’s return to the apartment, an atmosphere of tenderness and renewal enveloped their daily life. One evening, as twilight painted the sky in golden hues, Xiao took Aether’s hand with a soft but determined intensity. His eyes, once dimmed by pain and suffering, now shone with a new light, filled with a regained certainty. Slowly, Xiao renewed his marriage proposal to Aether, his whispered words carrying the promise of a future rebuilt on the solid foundations of their unwavering love. Aether, tears in his eyes, accepted without hesitation, feeling his heart fill with overflowing joy.

From that moment on, time seemed to resume its natural course, bringing with it a soothing normalcy. Aether and Xiao, now engaged again, gradually rediscovered their former closeness. Their days were filled with tender gestures and shared laughter. They had transformed their apartment into a true cocoon of love, where every corner recalled a precious memory of their story. Morning light flooded their kitchen, where they delighted in preparing simple meals together, their harmonious movements and knowing glances revealing the intimacy of their relationship.

Moments of tenderness multiplied, punctuated by light quarrels that always ended in laughter. Xiao, still convalescing, found in these exchanges a source of vitality and happiness. Aether, for his part, savored every instant of this new life. Their daily routine, though dotted with challenges, was a succession of small victories that strengthened their love. They spent evenings watching movies, cuddled together on the couch, with the reassuring presence of Xiao the cat by their side, adding an extra note of sweetness to their home.

Their happiness found simple yet profound expressions. They took the time to rediscover each other, sharing their dreams and hopes for the future. Each morning, the first glance exchanged was a silent promise of support and fidelity. Walks in the nearby park had become rituals, where the surrounding nature seemed to share their renewed joy. Xiao clung to Aether’s arm, his comforting presence and unconditional love giving him the strength needed to move forward.

This new phase of their life was imbued with gratitude and appreciation. Aether knew their journey had been arduous, but every hardship overcome had only strengthened their bond. They cherished every moment, aware of life’s fragility, and determined to savor every instant of happiness. It was the kind of ending Aether had always hoped for — an ending that was actually a new beginning, where love triumphed over all adversities.

Thus, their existence unfolded in regained harmony, each day bringing its share of tenderness and joy. Their apartment, once the scene of so much suffering, was now a sanctuary of love and peace. Aether, looking to the future with confidence, knew that as long as they were together, they could overcome any obstacle.

Their story, marked by resilience and love, continued to write itself, each chapter more beautiful than the last.