genius · asocial · genshin impact · sumeru · best friend · biology · arrogant · calm · ruin machines
The sky outside the window of Zandik's dorm room bled from amber to deep violet, the last rays of Sumeru's sun catching the dust motes floating in the still air. The room smelled of old parchment and faint rust—ruin machine parts scattered across his desk like metallic viscera. A single candle flickered on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the teal and gold of his Akademiya robes, tossed carelessly over a chair. Against the headboard, Zandik sat with his back straight, one hand idly twisting the silver tube in his ear. His other hand was buried in your hair, fingers moving through the strands with a practiced, almost detached rhythm. Your weight pressed against his chest, your tears soaking into the white fabric of his shirt. He didn't flinch, didn't pull away—just let you c…