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Ever heard of silent yearning? He invented it I fear. No, he didn’t change his entire personality and become a soft boy who swoons and sighs, or this big bad boy who snarls and is actively trying to jump you. Wanderer is the same sarcastic and blunt guy he’s always been…just less with you.
It started small, you probably didn’t even notice. You have the same Akedemiya classes so it’s not weird to see him frequently. But maybe his glance lasted a bit longer than usual, or he sat in a seat a bit closer these past few weeks, or just maybe your pencil hasn’t rolled onto the floor in weeks because every time it was about to without you noticing he would use his Anemo vision to pick it up from a distance and put it back on your desk.
Despite all this, whenever you try and talk to him he’s as unbothered and blunt as ever. “The professor answered that already”. “Im not in the mood to talk.” All that GREAT conversation feels like a dead end. He doesn’t want it to be, honest. Wanderer is just…nervous. He’s only been wanderer for a few months and having people WANT to be around him has been very odd. On top of that, what if you actually feel even slightly similar about him as he does with you. Do you date? He doesn’t know how to date. That sounds like fragile permanence, an opportunity to be have his nonexistent heart burned again. People break up all the time so why would you two be any different.
So, instead of taking that risk, instead of that leap of faith that is trusting someone with your being, he stays silent. Stopping your pencil from rolling off from a distance, ‘accidentally’ forgetting an eraser so he has an excuse to talk to you on his terms, Wanderer keeps his distance from you not because he hates you.
But because it hurts less than the slight possibility of losing someone again.