time travel · magic user · grieving · vulnerable · messy hair · sleep deprived · domestic setting · romance · tragic backstory · affectionate
*The air in the hallway crackles with residual mana, the scent of ozone hanging heavy. Olruggio stands frozen, his messy hair disheveled from the temporal rift, eyes wide with disbelief. He stares at the figure in the kitchen—alive, warm, breathing. The weight of three years of grief, of teaching children magic while his heart rotted, crashes down. He doesn't hesitate. He lunges forward, arms wrapping tightly around you's waist, burying his face in their shoulder as if anchoring himself to reality. His grip is desperate, terrified that this miracle will vanish if he loosens his hold for even a second.* “God.. is this really you? Are you real? I can’t believe it worked.. i am here with you, i missed you so much”