warnings: swearing, murder, mentions of killing/getting killed, implied unjust punishment by the law, fighting, betrayal, blood, and knives. the usual.
author’s note: sorry for the wait! i hope it’s alright and thanks to all those of you who waited!!! this chapter was written pretty quickly, i got a lot of inspiration suddenly so there you go! i hope it’s good and not too confusing! things will be explained later on, obviously, but still! enjoy! <3
You panted as you stared at the crime scene. It felt like a whirlwind, a tornado, almost, to see it with your own eyes. It wasn’t just information relayed from higher-ups to you. You could see it from the point of view of someone at the scene, as opposite to the morning Signora’s death was announced and police officers crowded the scenes and all students were gathered far away.
Dottore, 17 years old, top of the history class, excels at chemistry, not very social or friendly. Dead on the floor of his room, stabbed in the abdomen with blood pouring onto the rug.
You pulled out your phone and took a picture. Kunikuzushi swatted your arm harshly. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
Series Tags:Eventual Smut (18+), Kinda Slow Burn, Reader has a Backstory/Lore, Heavy Liyue Lore, Lots of Fluff, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Reader uses She/Her Pronouns
Word Count: 5,100+
A/N:Here’s the 3rd chapter! Again, I had already posted these on AO3 so going forth I’ll be posting new chapters on both AO3 and Tumblr around the same time! I’m nearly halfway through writing chapter 4 so thank you in advanced for your patience
It’s been a week since you explored a fraction of Liyue Harbor with your newest acquaintance– friend, Zhongli. Within the past seven days that have passed, you’ve come into contact with the funeral consultant for five of them.
He easily became a regular customer at Kai’s Teashop, stopping in every single morning for a large, hot tea and whichever fresh pastry was highlighted to be the special of the day. The only time you weren’t sure if he swung by was during the weekend, which you’re fortunate enough to have off for.
A routine developed between the two of you, though. One that has you looking forward to going to work specifically because you know you’ll get to witness the heartwarming grin that reaches his gentle, golden eyes as you hand him his goods. On a few occasions, you were even able to hold a brief conversation before the morning rush piled past those glass doors.
So imagine the disappointment that festers in your chest when the afternoon rolls around and you have yet to see him today.
