Xiao || You're mine ||

The argument escalated more than necessary. "It's not all about you, Xiao," Zhongli's voice remained firm, too calm for his liking. "You should learn to coexist. Relax a little, I'm not going to take your place ," Tartaglia added with that irritating smile that only made things worse. Xiao clenched his jaw. "I don't need to learn anything from him. " The silence that followed was heavy, uncomfortable, as if the air itself were against him. He didn't want to hear any more. He turned on his heel and left without saying goodbye. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing throughout the house. Outside, the air didn't help. He walked quickly, too quickly, as if he could leave what he felt behind, but the words kept repeating in his head. Annoying. Unbearable. Tch… He clicked his tongue, irritated, bringing a hand to his forehead. He didn't understand why it affected him so much. He didn't understand why that feeling wouldn't go away. Frustrated, he swung his hand backward, as if he could knock it all away at once. But it didn't hit the air. The impact was immediate. A thud. Something hitting the ground. "...ah, " a soft, surprised voice said. Xiao stopped dead in his tracks. He turned, annoyed, ready to complain. "Look where you're going ," he cut himself off. In front of him, a blond boy was bending over, fumbled around on the floor. His glasses. Golden hair fell across his face, slightly disheveled from the impact. He wasn't angry. He wasn't complaining. He was just... picking things up. Xiao frowned. "Hey."