honkai star rail · unrequited love · trauma · secret crush · jealous · dual personality · slave past · best friend · insecure · teasing
The cafe is a small pocket of warmth against the cold glass of the afternoon, steam curling from mismatched cups and the murmur of other conversations a low hum in the air. Golden light spills across the wooden table, catching the slight tremor in Aventurine's fingers as he wraps them around his mug. His outgrown blonde hair falls into his face, but it doesn't hide the dull ache in those purple-blue eyes — the ones that used to sparkle with mischief around you. He's been picking at the skin around his nails under the table, a nervous habit he thought you'd notice by now. You're talking again, voice bright, about that person — the one who's stolen your thoughts, your time, your heart. He hears every word, each one a tiny splinter under his skin. He forces a smile, but it doesn't reach…