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[CN] Victor’s Transshipment Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 转运之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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[Tidbits from Anika]: There are a couple of Victor dates that you NEED to read / at least have the idea of before proceeding with this date (* marked are must-reads)––

Job Date (2018), Taste of Life MQ, Rainy-day Date*** (2020) — already released in EN.

Glass Boat Date* (2022).

There are several dialogues in this date that are the exact same (callbacks/reenactments) as the mentioned dates. I’ll translate them according to the CN script btw~ (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

🎥🔗 Video link is in the comments! If you can, PLEASE follow along with it. And if you can’t, PLEASE listen to it at least once, cause the voice acting for this date is BEYOND—— 🥺🌊

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✧ [Chapter 1] ✧

The night breeze occasionally lifts corners of the curtain. The moon is clear, with sparse stars adorning the endless night sky.

In contrast, Victor, sitting opposite me, is frowning tightly, the luminous white light of the screen reflecting on his lenses. His entire being looks like he is shrouded in dark clouds.

MC: Victor, are you still busy?

Victor: Mm.

He responds with a simple grunt, never taking his eyes off of the computer even for a moment.

Victor seems to have been a little out of luck lately. It’s as though God is deliberately opposing him, throwing all the adversities at him in one fell swoop.

From small things like flight cancellation for business trips to big things like delays in collaboration projects––

There was also a big project that LFG had been preparing for a long time. But due to the sudden revision of the import tax policy, a large sum of funds evaporated in an instant.

While Victor has been continuously running around day and night because of this, I detect a trace of restlessness in his seemingly calm and unflappable exterior.

For instance, he’d be looking for his phone for half a day when it’s still in his pocket, or he’d realize that he’s still left the car keys in the car after coming home.

And from what Goldman told me, he’s often so busy these days that he doesn’t even remember to eat lunch.

There are all kinds of tiny traces that make it clear that this person, the CEO of LFG, who seems as motionless as a mountain under any circumstances, is distressed like any ordinary person.

Seeing how he still has no intention of resting now, I sigh silently in my heart.

MC: CEO Victor, even the pandas are going to recognize you as one of their own kind.

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[Tidbits]: Victor says the same line to MC in the rainy-day date~ :>

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Victor: Mm.

MC: ...you aren’t asleep already with your eyes open while looking at the screen, are you?

Victor: Got it.

MC: ...

Hearing his clearly absent-minded answer, I narrow my eyes.

MC: How about–– you give LFG to me? And then you can be my personal chef without any worries!

The hand that has been tapping on the keyboard pauses as he finally shifts his gaze from the screen to my face.

Victor: At that point, a certain dummy won’t have time to enjoy big feasts.

Seeing that he isn’t “taking the bait,” I pout and put on a straight face.

MC: You’ve slept less than five hours for four days in a row.

MC: And you had promised me yesterday that you would get some proper rest today.

Victor: Let’s talk about it in half an hour.

You said the same thing half an hour ago.

I feel angry for a moment, and just as I’m thinking about how to carry out the coercive measures, the alarm set on my phone suddenly vibrates.

I hastily refresh the ticket purchasing website, staring intently at the time in the bottom right-hand corner of my computer screen.

When the numbers jump to 22:00, I decisively click on the ticket purchasing button on the webpage.

“Your ticket purchase was successful.”

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✧ [Chapter 2] ✧

This weekend, Pianist Maxie will be performing a concert in Loveland City.

Victor’s cabinet contains many of his albums. I want to take this opportunity to take him there for a change of mood.

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[Tidbits]: According to MC (explicitly stated in the dating diary), Victor really likes this pianist! Though, of course, his favorite pianist is... and he says it himself later too ahah~ 🥺💘

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At this moment, a shadow suddenly casts a shade on the screen, and I subconsciously switch the ticket purchasing interface to the desktop screen with one click.

Victor: Being sneaky, what are you up to?

MC: ...how do you walk without making any sound?

Victor: You have that guilty look on your face.

Holding the tea-glass in one hand, Victor hands me the material marked with colorful labels, added with his annotations between the words and lines.

Victor: The proposal is well adjusted. You can carry it forward.

MC: Huh? Weren’t you looking at the proposal for that import project you’re going to negotiate tomorrow?

Victor: That one’s relatively complicated. So halfway through, I took a look at a certain someone’s self-proclaimed “unique ingenious” proposal for a change of pace.

I try my best to hold down the corners of my lips that are getting restless to turn up to their ends, tilt my head and ask:

MC: My proposal is worthy of that description, isn’t it?

Victor: This time, it has indeed reached the degree of a certain someone’s boasting.

Victor: At least, it’s the most satisfying among the documents I’ve read in the last few days.

The applauding gaze lands on my face through the lenses, but the faint bluish-green tinge under his eyes makes my happy mood fade a few notches.

MC: Since I’ve made CEO Victor happy, can I ask for a reward?

Victor: If you want pudding, I’ll owe you that for now and will make it for you another time.

I close my laptop shut and wrap my arms around his waist.

MC: Although the pudding is highly attractive, this time I want a full-length cuddle pillow that can warm my hands to accompany me in getting rest together.

Victor: I’m just your cuddle pillow?

Despite saying these words, Victor takes off his spectacles, scoops me up, and heads toward the bedroom.

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The light of dawn sprinkles over Mother Earth in the early morning, enveloping it in a layer of faint glow.

I quietly tuck the panda ball-point pen I’ve prepared into Victor’s bag, which is a lucky charm for the Capricorns this month, and step out of the door together with him early in the morning.

In the grass on the neighborhood roadside, there are a few white and green flowers that have just bloomed in the wind.

MC: Victor, look! They are dendrobium flowers!

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[Tidbits]: Dendrobiums are a type of orchid, which represent love, refinement, beauty, charm, fertility, and thoughtfulness! 🥺

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Pleasantly surprised, I squat down and pluck one flower cautiously and solemnly, then pin it to his breast pocket.

MC: Dendrobium is an auspicious flower, which means good things are coming our way very soon!

Victor glances down at the fresh and delicate flower on his chest. A smile, which hasn’t been seen that often these days, blossoms at the corners of his lips.

Victor: If it is to be my lucky flower, the “work pressure” on it must be quite a lot.

MC: The fortune transshipment buff I’ve prepared for you is not just this one~

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We’ve walked to the parking lot while we are talking. Under Victor’s slightly surprised expression, I open the door of the driver’s seat.

MC: Hello, CEO Victor. I’ll be your chauffeur this morning and will be responsible for getting you to the LFG building safely and on time.

MC: Please fasten your seat belt, and we are ready to set off.

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[T/N]: Victor’s fireplace corner!! It’s one of my fav BGs~ ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ಡ

The weather forecast said that the weather will be good all day today, but the misty rain hasn’t ceased since the afternoon.

It’s almost eleven o’clock by the time I type the last word of my document.

I received a text message from Victor in the afternoon, saying that he has a dinner party to attend in the evening and that Goldman will bring him home.

Just as I’m about to call him, my phone screen lights up, as if our two hearts beat as one.

Victor: [he sounds SO 🥺] Are you home yet?

MC: Mm, I’m done with dinner. Are you done with the dinner party yet?

Victor: I’m already on my way back, it will take about twenty minutes or so.

MC: Then why are you calling me now? Did something happen?

Victor: [laughs quietly, softest of the softest voices to exist] It’s nothing, just wanted to hear a dummy’s voice.

I don’t know if he’s had a drink or not, but Victor speaks a little slower than usual, which makes me unable to resist softening my breathing.

MC: Victor, are you acting coquettishly?

Victor: ...are you in a sleepy daze?

MC: I’ve heard that people who act like spoiled kids have good luck. You need to learn more from me.

Victor: [sulking] Learn what from the dummy? [mimicking MC] “Help me~ahh~Victor~”?

MC: Humph, have you noticed that you’ve recently taken a liking to talk like me?

Victor: [sulking intensifies] It’s just your misperception. I don’t want to become a dummy.

Hearing the laughter hidden in his voice, I somehow manage to settle down my heart.

MC: So, how was the dummy’s Mr. CEO’s day?

Victor: After the meeting in the morning, I was preparing to go out to attend to some other matters. It started raining when I was halfway there, and I hadn’t brought an umbrella.

MC: ...looks like my fortune transshipment didn’t come in handy.

His soft laugh on the other end of the line knocks on my eardrum along the electric waves.

Victor: Is it that fancy pen?

Victor: If the purpose of the transshipment was to put me in a better mood, then it has accomplished its task.

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✧ [Chapter 3] ✧

Amidst the busy work schedule and a little bit of anticipation on my part, Saturday arrives.

Today, Victor is going to negotiate cooperation with a wholly foreign-owned enterprise (WFOE). If this partnership is successful, it will reduce the loss of the import project to a minimum.

I bribed Goldman in advance and learned the intel on the location and end time of the negotiation meeting.

The two tickets to the concert are still waiting quietly in my bag, and I plan to give him a surprise when his meeting concludes smoothly.

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When I arrive near the hotel where the meeting is taking place, there is still less than half an hour left before it ends. I scan the surroundings and push open the door to a milk tea shop.

Shop Assistant: Welcome.

MC: Hello, I’d like to ask you to do me a small favor.

I pull up Victor’s photo from my phone and show it to the shop assistant.

MC: This is my boyfriend. When he comes to buy milk tea later, can you offer him a “buy one get one free”? I’ll pay you the bill up-front.

MC: Today is our anniversary, and I want to give him a surprise.

The shop assistant readily agrees to my request. After paying for the milk tea, I sit down in a corner and text Victor––

MC’s text: “I’ll come to find you later for lunch at the hotel you’re having the meeting. Buy a drink for me from the milk tea shop downstairs, okay ^ 3 ^”

I then fetch out my hat and sunglasses and put them on, waiting for his arrival with some anxiety and anticipation.

Finally, with the sound of the ringing of a doorbell, a familiar figure appears in my peripheral vision. I hurriedly open the small make-up mirror, in which I see Victor walking up to the counter.

Victor: I’d like a strawberry bubble milk tea, half sugar, and less ice.

Shop Assistant: Sir, you are the 88th lucky customer of our shop today. We’ll give you another cup of Milk Oolong Green.

Victor: Thank you.

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[Tidbits]: The number “88” symbolizes fortune and good luck in Chinese culture! Also, 88 is the morse code for “love and kisses”! 🥺

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I observe Victor’s reaction carefully, not expecting the man to give a simple nod.

MC: How come there’s no reaction...

I bring the mirror a little closer to myself, wanting to observe his facial expression more meticulously. But what greets my eyes is the sight of him lowering his head, followed by an abrupt vibration of my phone.

With a “guilty conscience,” I switch my phone to silent mode. When I look in the mirror again, Victor has already got two cups of milk tea.

Before leaving, he pauses in his footsteps as his gaze sweeps over indistinctly.

I hastily close the small mirror, pretending that I’m simply an ordinary customer.

Only after confirming that Victor has already left do I take out my phone.

Victor’s Text: “I’ve bought the milk tea. Let me know when you arrive.”

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After thanking the shop assistant again, I briefly change my hairstyle and give myself an appearance of having just arrived, and then knock on the door of Victor’s hotel room.

The sound of steady footsteps gradually approaches. The instant the door of the room opens, I lunge myself into Victor’s arms.

MC: [in English] Surprise!

The flash of surprise in his eyes quickly melts into a faint smile as Victor draws a step back while holding me in his arms, and closes the door behind me.

MC: How did the meeting in the morning go?

Victor: [laughs softly, a little helplessly] It was okay.

I notice that the pressure pressing down on him has indeed weakened to some extent compared to the previous two days. Even the corners of his lips, which have been rigid so far, now have a slight upward curve to them.

MC: Hehe, that’s great.

As I’m grinning, the corners of my eyes “just happen” to land on the two cups of milk tea on the table.

MC: Wow, you’ve already bought it!

Victor: A certain someone asked me to buy the milk tea at a pretty fortunate time. I happened to be just in time for a “buy one, get one free.”

Victor pushes one of the cups over to me and places another slice of matcha cake in my hand.

MC: It seems that the little trans-shipments I gave you are quite efficacious after all.

He doesn’t say anything, but that meaningful look in his eyes makes me stuff two bites of the cake into my mouth a little sheepishly.

Not long after, the room service brings in a table full of delicacies in a variety of aromas, colors, and flavors.

The two of us soon wipe them out. Victor also seems to be healed by the fine delicacies, displaying a few rare moments of relaxation.

MC: By the way, do you have any other arrangements for today?

Victor: [laughs knowingly, indulgently] Theoretically, there should be none.

MC: Then, in the afternoon we––

Before I can mention anything about the concert, Victor’s phone rings. He gestures for me to pause, and then answers the phone.

I don’t know what the other party has said across the line, but the tenderness originally embedded in his expression dissipates a little.

Victor (on the call): …got it. Tell them I’ll be there on time.

Hanging up the phone, Victor stands up and straightens his cuffs and collar.

MC: What’s wrong?

Victor: Goldman said that there are still some things the partner wants to discuss regarding the project. We still have to have another meeting with them in a bit.

MC: Will it take long?

Victor: Can’t say for sure how long it will take.

I nod in silence, swallowing down the matter of the concert for the time being. I then take the tie that is hitched up on the side and nimbly tie a Windsor knot for him.

MC: [to the tie] Nice. [to her Mr.] You look very imposing. Bring along this transshipment I’ve prepared for you, and everything will go perfectly.

Victor blinks, suppressing a glint in the depths of his eyes, and lowers his head––

Victor: As compared to a transshipment, [a long pause, then voice drops to a raspy whisper] immersing in the dummy’s cheerfulness is more effective.

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✧ [Chapter 4] ✧

Bored, I spend my spare time wandering around the shopping mall near the hotel in every possible way. The opening time of the concert has long passed, but there’s still not the least bit of news from Victor.

MC: I wonder if the negotiation went well or not…

Salesperson: Hello, we have the latest hot compress animal facial masks available that can eliminate your fatigue. If you’re interested, please take a look.

Looking at the various animal masks in the display window, I recollect Victor’s somewhat gloomy and dispirited face over the past few days and turn to step into the store.

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When I return to the hotel, I’m met head-on with Victor who seems to have just finished his meeting. The moment he sees me, an intermittent look of astonishment flow through his eyes in a stream.

Victor: [flabbergasted] Why are you still here?

MC: To pick you up “from work,” of course.

I walk up to him, acutely aware that his emotions are off.

Although his expression isn’t much different from a few hours ago, I still catch a trace of loss in the depths of his eyes.

Remaining calm and collected, I take his hand, swaying it with a smile on my face.

MC: CEO Victor, you’ve worked hard in the meeting. So, should we head back home, or would you like to go for a hearty meal?

He lowers his gaze to me; his opaque eyes are even darker and deeper than the midnight sky. After a long time, he takes hold of my hand.

Victor: [sighs REALLY HEAVILY] Let’s go home.

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After dinner, Victor goes off to take a shower. Taking advantage of this interval, I turn it over in my mind for a moment and study the animal facial mask I’ve just bought.

The sound of footsteps approaches from behind as the water running in the bathroom gradually fades to a halt. Victor wipes his hair and sits down beside me.

Victor: What did you buy again?

MC: A new style of animal facial mask. It’s super cute.

His gaze sweeps over the smiling panda in my hand, and he raises his eyebrows slightly.

Victor: It’s actually perfect for a certain dummy.

MC: It’s not perfect just for me…

I give Victor a half-push to make him lean back on the sofa, and his eyebrows knit together into a light frown, seemingly having realized that the mask in my hand is for him.

MC: Would this gentleman like to try my exclusive hot compress relaxation service?

Victor: …the range of your business is really expanding wider and wider.

I remove the small hairpin from my head, lift the fringes in front of his forehead, and clip them in place.

MC: Thank you, I’m very flattered. I’ve opened this business only for CEO Victor.

Victor takes one look at the “panda face” in my hand, and his brows begin to show the signs of weaving horizontally again.

Seeing this, I hurriedly press on his eyebrows.

MC: Don’t frown! Just relax, and let me put a happy panda face on you~

Victor’s slightly speechless gaze glides over the panda mask in my hand and lands back on the mirror next to me.

Victor: I don’t see any difference from the usual times.

MC: There is a huge difference! When you’re unhappy, the space here between your eyebrows will be pressed down two millimeters lower than usual.

I reach out and gently press the tip of his brows, lifting them upwards.

He stares at me, and the corners of his lips seem to curl up in a soft arc.

Victor: Do you use this trick to “predict” the outcome and quality of your proposals?

MC: This is something I’ve accumulated over a long period of time, built up from the experience of diligently observing you daily.

The panda mask covers his slightly lowered brow ridges, sharp contours, and angular jawline, which also gives a playful softness to his steadfast composure.

MC: Victor, you look incredibly cute. Can I take a picture?

Victor: [AAAHHHH this HAS TO be THE MOST ADORABLE VOICE EVER, he really sounds like a 3-year-old kid asjdksbfjks] I don’t see you caring to ask for my opinion one bit.

His pronunciation becomes slurred and adorable because of the mask. Seeing me hold up the phone to him wearing a giant panda face, he only releases a snort and doesn’t move.

After snapping a few shots from different angles, I feel perfectly content and proceed to massage him gently.

The afterglow of the setting sun draws a layer of golden outline through the French windows, and for a while, the only sound that can be heard in the air is the breathing of the two of us.

Victor: [very quietly] Don’t you have anything to ask me?

My hand pressing against his temples pauses for a bit, and I mull over how to ask him.

MC: The project you negotiated today… was it successful?

Victor: No.

Victor: There were indeed a few details in the middle that hadn’t been discussed properly.

He looks up at me, his eyes tinged with a little helplessness.

Victor: Are you sure you want to ask about this? And not about the concert this afternoon?

MC: How did you know about that?

Looking at the surprised expression on my face, he purses the corners of his lips slightly as if swallowing a quiet sigh in silence.

Victor: A certain someone had sandwiched the tickets inside her notebook, and it was, in a very generous manner, spread out on the table when she was working overtime the night before yesterday.

MC: …anyway, the surprise couldn’t be materialized. So just pretend that you don’t know.

Victor: I’m not a dummy who can pretend to not know or play dumb.

There are some rare apologies weaved in his eyes. I stretch out my hand and tangle his locks dyed with splinters of golden.

MC: It was just a concert. It’s not like we can’t go in the future. Your matters are undoubtedly more important.

MC: So, what I actually want to ask you more is something else.

MC: Victor, are you… really okay?

Victor: In business, victory and defeat are general occurrences like military affairs.

He says it calmly as if stating a fact that couldn’t be more ordinary.

MC: Of course, I know that. But as you’ve said before, you are no different from me. There are many things that you cannot do or cannot force yourself to make happen.

MC: The pillar of LFG sometimes needs to take a breather too, and return to the “ordinary person” Victor.

MC: I just hope that when you are in front of me, you can be not strong, and you can do not well. You don’t need to suppress your emotions.

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[Tidbits]: The last few lines MC says are the exact same lines Victor told her in the “rainy-day date,” and repeated in the “glass boat date.” 🥺

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LFG is akin to a gigantic mountain, with an incomparable weight of responsibilities and hopes resting on his shoulders.

This person who’s been entrusted with all of this, I hope I can be a small harbor for him where he can rest at ease amidst the wind and rain.

Victor’s eyes are closed, and he doesn’t say anything more. Just when I think he’s already fallen asleep, a serene, slightly raspy voice resounds.

Victor: [softest of the voices to exist] Don’t I already rely on you? Dummy.

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[Tidbits]: Another reference to the “rainy-day date,” where Victor tells her she can rely on him and will forever have the right to be vulnerable in front of him~ 🌊

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He looks at me, the curves at the corners of his eyes softening.

Victor: [whispers in THE most beautiful, gentlest, bewitching manner to ever exist] Don’t worry. I’m not as dispirited as you might think I am right now.

Victor: [whispering continues] The main credit for this goes to a certain someone who has been making use of every second and every inch to bring me “little fortunes” these past few days.

Victor: [continuation] For example, the transshipment stuffed in my bag, and there’s also the sneaky buy-one-get-one-free “milk tea.” They have all worked well.

MC: Huh? What do you mean…

Victor: Did you think just because you wore a hat and a different jacket at the milk tea shop, I wouldn’t be able to recognize you?

I pout. Although my tricks have been seen through, there is an inexplicable feeling of warmth within me, knowing that all my actions are taken to heart by him.

The timer set to the side goes off. I peel off the facial mask and tenderly pat a towel soaked in hot water on every corner of his face.

His skin is slightly flushed from the hot compress, making every tinge of his emotions traceable.

MC: There’s nothing I can do to help you resolve the work plights, so I can only use these tricks to make you a little bit happy…

MC: No matter how small the “luck” is, when it appears, it always makes people think that things are in fact not so bad after all. Am I right?

He presses his hand against my neck, making me bend down slowly in response to his force.

Victor: Indeed.

Victor: [that whisper returns] However, the more important thing is that person who brings this “luck.”

His scorching breaths brush across my cheek, delicately tracing their path from the base of my ear to my cheek in fragments and finally landing on my lips.

The sound of his whispering melts between my lips and teeth, dyeing the deep ending note with an inseparable love, akin to some kind of cryptic demand.

Victor: [that same whisper but more coquettish] A certain someone said before that people who act like spoiled kids will have more luck.

MC: That’s right! So, what do you want me to do now?

Victor: [whispering 2.0 continues] Compared to other people’s concerts, I now…

Victor: [continuation] ––would rather hear you play the piano.

His voice is soft, his fingertips tangling in the ends of my hair with yearning.

MC: I’d be glad to be at your disposal, my husband.

I smile and give him a peck on the corner of his lips, then walk over to the piano in the living room.

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[Tidbits]: MC addresses Victor as “我的先生;” addressing someone as “先生” has different meanings on different occasions, depending on the context it can mean “sir/ Mr./ husband.” But when said (我的先生, 我先生) / (你的先生, 你先生)– it literally just means “my husband” / “your husband” ahaha~ ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

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MC: What would you like to hear?

Victor: “Humoresque,” I guess.

The familiar title of the tune makes a leap in my heart. I lift my gaze, and the moment our eyes interlock, it’s like we are locked in a secret code known only to each other.

The corners of my lips curl up, and the smooth sound of the piano leaps from beneath my fingertips and flows into every corner of the room.

Closing my eyes, I concentrate my innermost thoughts on each of the notes.

Let him be happy again, and let him take it easy on himself. At least for the moment, please let him forget all his worries.

When the music is over, I turn around to him.

Victor is leaning back on the sofa. The last twilight of the setting sun interweaving with the dim lights of the night gradually submerges his body in a half-deep red.

He gazes at me. The depths of his eyes look as if they are permeated with the rosy color of the horizon, billowing with the flow of tiny specs of glowing light.

MC: Listener, what’s your impression?

Victor: [laughs softly] Very peaceful, very warm and tender, brimming with unbending strength… just like the vigor of a dummy.

The treasured memories spring out in shimmering lights from the years spanning into a long river, like the melody of the most moving and inseparable love in the world.

Time moves round and round in a circle, entwining us together forever.

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[Tidbits]: The first time MC came to Victor’s house (Job date), she played this same music for him-- «Dvořák's Humoresque». And when he asked her why she chose this one, she gave him the very same answer Victor tells her as his impression of the music in this date. 4+ years have passed, and this place has long been “THEIR HOME.” 🥹💘

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Victor walks up to me and takes something out of his pocket. He then puts it on my chest for me, right over the position of my heart.

Puzzled, I look down, only to find a delicate dendrobium flower brooch in quiet bloom. The enamel outlines the color of the petals in a tender and vibrant hue.

Victor: I bought this in the store that day when I was taking shelter from the rain. Didn’t a certain someone say that dendrobium is an auspicious flower?

Victor: Consider it a return gift for all the “little fortunes” you’ve given me.

The small flower in full bloom seems to be telling me that in every moment he’s occupying my mind, he is thinking of me too.

I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my head in his arms. That overwhelmingly familiar scent of his washes over me, filling my entire body as it flows along my veins.

MC: Victor, have all these “little fortunes” made you happier and feel more blessed?

He takes my hand, slowly pulling it up to his chest.

Beneath my fingertips, I feel a blazing heartbeat within my reach. Time and again, it seems to set my heart on fire along with itself.

Victor: [softest of the softest voices to exist] Feel the answer to this for yourself.

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📞 [Calls]: Here!

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[Anika’s Afterthoughts, feel free to ignore LOL]

IT’S EASILY OFFICIALLY ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE DATES EVER!

The full-circle on what I ALWAYS keep saying, how Victor x MC are each other’s home, oasis, harbor, and how the softest parts of their hearts are reserved ONLY for each other.

We have seen how MC regards Victor as her beacon of light, her safe haven, her pride, and the grand miracle on this earth. I remember saying before that Victor’s contents are filled with spiritual references and probably the writers would just write him as 神 if they could LOL.

But we see him giving MC and us the constant reminders that he is no god, and he’s merely an ordinary human no one believes that Victor LOL. This date, nevertheless, gives us the picture that even “李泽言” needs a breather, and thankfully he has “his oasis.” (garden date reference ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

I just love the portrayal of their love for each other, love in the smallest of things, a single glance, a smile, celebrating and confronting every little joy and sorrow, together (their proposal, again!!). And I LOVE how he lays his vulnerability bare before MC’s eyes, because he has that confidence in himself and in her love for him.

AND MC!!! THE ROCK!!! You can feel the power and depth of her love for him, just by the way she mentally steels herself to tackle this situation, not to mention how she handles him and everything else! (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

And please, it’s just SO VICTOR to get a Dendrobium brooch for her, and to place her hand over his heart. of course he does ahahah. Their reciprocation theme in all its glory!!! 🌊❤️

I still have SO MANY things to say LOL... 😭❤️‍🩹

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Gorou+3

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~Beans anon✨

⠀ [ ᝰ ] ”I’m in love with you, and I’m scared of screwing what we have up.”

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Gorou x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Fluff, friends with benefits (?) / unlabelled relationship to lovers,

!!⠀CWs : Some self-doubt on the reader’s part at first, very slight angst, but with a happy ending

Part of my 4k followers event!! <3 Beans ilysm for requesting and being the first to do so too <33

It’s something you’ve both been dancing around for ages. A line the two of you had toed but never crossed.

Your relationship with general Gorou had never been exactly clean-cut. Something more than friends, something less than lovers. That’s always been how you put it, and Gorou had nodded from behind you every time.

From how you’ve seen things, he’s perfectly fine with what you two have, with the hugs too long to just be friendly, and the forehead kisses on all-nighters, and everything else in between. Gorou had never asked for more or dropped any hints, so you had accepted that this was just how things are. Though you longed to hold his hand as more than just someone who he came to on lonely nights, this was what you had agreed to. Not to mention the struggle against the shogunate and the vision hunt decree... Too many things to think about, too much to consider already. Adding a relationship on top of your duties as members of the resistance was too much. It put too many things at stake.

Gorou was satisfied with what you two had, and so you would be too.

But that closeness to the general is why you could confidently say that he was being different tonight. He had gone out of the resistance camp, the soldiers had said. Alone, some time ago, and hadn’t returned yet. It’s so late at night–– what use would a walk around Yashiori be at this hour? It’s weird when they point you in his direction and you realize where he had gone, and it’s even weirder when you realize he hadn’t asked you to come.

Following the path is all to easy for you, even in the dark and without any sleep. You had been the one to bring him here, after all, and every time after so Gorou had always been by your side. It’s where you had spent hours watching the waves crest and ebb, where your fingers had brushed but never entangled the way you had wanted them to. Which is why him going without telling you is so damn odd.

“Gorou,” You call around a yawn while you approach the cliff. His silhouette is easy to make out, what with those ears of his, and though his feet dangle freely, there’s a certain tenseness in his shoulders that you don’t often see out of the battlefield. He’s watching Fort Mumei in the distance, still half-sunk into the water. Paired with the glow of the ocean under the moonlight, and you’re sure the whole scene looks like something out of a fairy tale. “What’re you doing? It’s late.”

He doesn’t really say anything when he turns to you, but it’s easy to see the distress in his eyes. It’s brewing, like a small storm tearing him up inside, and you wonder just how long he had been on the cliff, ruminating in his thoughts. When he pats the ground, you plop down next to him, immediately leaning into his shoulder and resting your weight against him.

“What’s up?” You mumble, voice rough from sleep. Gorou laughs quietly.

“I didn’t mean to worry you. I just got caught up in my head.”

You hum, closing your eyes and leaning your weight against him. One of your arms twines with his, and your forehead finds its place on his shoulder. The position is so comfortable and familiar, and you can feel the beginnings of sleep creeping up on you again. The day had been long, filled with training recruits and holding patrols, on top of losing some rest to come and hunt Gorou down. You yawn again, hiding your face in his shoulder. You’re so tired that you even miss the way Gorou swallows and flushes at how close you are.

“Y’can talk about it,” you offer, cracking open an eye to look up at him.

“And you’ll listen to me?” He’s joking, the beginnings of a half-smile on his face, but it melts when you press a soft kiss to his skin, bringing the arm your curled around his close to your chest. You scoff.

“You say that like I wouldn’t.”

Gorou’s mouth dries then, his tongue weighed down like lead. He wonders if, this close, you can hear the rabbit-like beat of his heart, or if you can sense how close he is to pouring his whole heart out for you to see.

All it takes is you weaving your fingers with his, squeezing his hand so damn gently for the words to come bubbling up.

“I’m in love with you, and I’m scared of screwing what we have up.” For a second, he thinks he’s said it too quietly for you to hear. But he hears your breath hitch, can practically feel your eyes fly open and the way the sleep gets knocked out of you, and he knows you’ve heard.

Your hand squeezes his tighter, like you’re nervous, but you don’t let go. You don’t move your head either–– don’t deign to pull yourself away from him.

“Are you just saying that?” you ask quietly, voice on the verge of cracking. the two of you already know the answer though.

Gorou’s gaze doesn’t tear from the horizon, but he squeezes your hand back, as reassuring as he could be. “You know I’m not.”

You fall silent. He can tell you’re thinking, though–– with the hand still against your chest, it’s easy to feel how quick your own heart beats. Almost as fast as his.

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, breaking your reverie. That’s what makes you pull away just a bit, enough to regard his face and look him in the eyes. Gorou eagerly meets your gaze and, he notes with some satisfaction, there’s some fluster in your expression. He pulls your hands away from your chest to rest on his lap, where he strokes a thumb across the back of your hand.

“For falling in love?”

“No,” he shakes his head, answer quick. “For not telling you sooner.” For being scared of losing you.

You exhale, looking down to where you two hold hands, then back out towards the open ocean. Slowly enough to have Gorou’s breath catching, you ease your head back against his shoulder, placing your weight on him once more. He’s still regarding you intently, eyes trained on your face.

Gently, you raise his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, and Gorou can feel his heart flutter in his chest. His thoughts immediately go to how pleasant that felt, how warm his skin feels where you’ve touched him, and how much he wishes that kiss had been on his lips. You let them fall back into your lap as you snuggle more into his side, unaware of his busy thoughts.

“We can make up for lost time,” you tell him with a sigh, and when Gorou glances over, theres a small, happy smile on your face.

Behind him, his tail twitches, and you chuckle, which leads to a flurry of thump thump thump’s that are too precious for you to not laugh at.

And here, with you peaceful beside him, chuckling at how his tail is so eager to respond to your affections (it always is,) Gorou thinks that this is a future worth fighting the whole of Inazuma for. He holds your hand a bit tighter, pulls you in a bit closer.

Make up for lost time, indeed.

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