Remember Me (Illumi x reader) (Modern)

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The incessant beeping pierced through the tranquil ambiance of my room, rousing me from my slumber. Shifting beneath the comforting embrace of the soft blankets, I squinted, gradually adapting to the dim glow of the green digits on my alarm clock.
With a frustrated groan, I reached out, fumbling in the half-light to locate the elusive snooze button, my fingers blindly probing the surface, pressing down on whatever they could find in a futile attempt to silence the persistent noise.

One button swap transformed the annoying beeping into an even more grating cacophony — a static-laden radio station assaulting my ears. Another button adjustment amplified the discordant sounds, escalating the cacophony to unbearable levels. Frustration mounting, I resorted to a sweeping motion, knocking over everything on my bedside table in a desperate attempt to silence the unbearable noise, including the offending alarm clock.

Yet, despite my efforts, the relentless noise persisted, refusing to yield to my frantic actions. With a mixture of exasperation and irritation, I buried my face into the pillow, muffling my frustrated groaning, before finally resigning myself to sit up.

As I craned my stiff neck, my gaze fixed upon the ceiling, contemplating the inevitability of facing another day. Slowly, I pushed aside the covers, only to be greeted by an unpleasant chill that permeated the air, adding to my discomfort. With a tired sigh, I scratched the back of my head, mustering the strength to push myself off the bed, relying on my bedside table for support as my legs protested with a noticeable wobble.
Bending down, I retrieved the small yet surprisingly raucous alarm, its incessant noise grating on my nerves. With a mix of gentleness and frustration, I pressed the off button, then decisively yanked the plug from the wall, silencing the offending device before setting it back down. As I flicked on the lights, momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness, I squinted, allowing my eyes to adjust to the onslaught of illumination. I then bent down once more, gathering the scattered items I'd knocked over in my earlier haste, a tired yawn escaping me, my unruly hair falling like a curtain around my face. (This does not apply to you if you have short hair.)

I indulged in a satisfying stretch, wincing at the symphony of cracks emanating from my stiff joints. Then, with a more determined air, I rifled through my drawers in search of something that might uplift my mood for the day. A smile crept onto my face as I unearthed my favorite shirt, its familiar material catching my eye amidst the sea of folded tops. Hastily, I plucked it from its resting place and paired it with a neatly folded pair of pants.
As I finished dressing, I stood before the mirror, appraising my reflection with a hint of satisfaction. "Not too shabby," I remarked, a smile tugging at my lips as I slowly pivoted to inspect myself from every angle.

Becoming satisfied with my self-assessment in the mirror, I moved to retrieve my school bag, swiping my arm across the desk to gather any documents I needed for homework before stuffing them into the roughly open pocket. With a decisive zip, I secured it shut and made my way out of my room, traversing down the hallway and descending the stairs that led to the heart of our home: the kitchen.
Upon entering, I was greeted by the sight of my mother diligently slicing up fruit behind the counter.

I approached my mother with a silent tenderness, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before reaching for a cookie from the glass plate resting in front of her. Assuming she'd been baking this morning from the sweet smell which permeated the air.

"Morning, Mom," I greeted, my words punctuated by a contented bite into the still warm and soft cookie. Her gaze, soft and comforting, met mine for a moment before she returned her attention to the task at hand, slicing fruit with practiced precision upon the moist cutting board.

"Good morning, dear," she responded, her voice carrying a tone of gentle curiosity. As she deftly sliced another piece of pineapple with the sharp knife she was holding, she glanced up at me, her (e/c) eyes searching for an explanation. "Mind telling me what the ruckus was upstairs?" she inquired, her tone laced with a mix of amusement and concern.

With a nod, I took another bite of the cookie, mustering a sheepish grin. "Yeah, my alarm clock wouldn't turn off."

As my mom remained silent, her focus unwavering on the task of slicing fruit, I smiled and sidled up to her, wrapping her in a gentle hug, my head finding a comfortable perch on her shoulder. She paused her movements momentarily to press a tender kiss to my forehead before giving me a playful nudge.

"You better get going," she advised with a warm smile. "You don't want to be late." I leaned into her affectionately, nuzzling her arm before grabbing another cookie from the plate and making my way towards the front door.

"I'll send you a text once I'm at his place," I promised with a smile, briefly displaying my phone to her before slipping it back into my pocket.

Swiftly donning a sweater to ward off the morning chill, I grasped the cool metal handle and pulled the door open, greeted by a refreshing breeze.
Stepping outside, I ensured the door was securely closed and locked behind me, before stowing my house key back in my bag. A grin spreading itself across my face as I caught sight of the unmistakably tall figure heading towards the same bus stop, his attention captured by the glow of his phone screen.

I quickened my pace until I caught up with him, and playfully enveloped him in a hug from behind. I felt a slight flinch as my arms encircled him, but soon his warm hand gently grasped one of my wrists, prompting me to ease my hold. With a giggle, I peeked out from behind him, flashing a cheeky smile.

"Hey there," I greeted, one hand still resting on his shoulder, a playful energy infusing my tone.

He glanced down at me with a resigned sigh, brushing my hand off him as I pursed. My following attempt to pinch his cheek was then thwarted as he intercepted my finger before it could make contact with his skin, his glare sending a shiver down my spine.
Despite his stern expression, I couldn't help but laugh in response. Relenting, he released my hand with a roll of his eyes.

"Why do you always have to be so troublesome?" he muttered, his attention returning to the unfinished text message on his phone.

I pressed my lips together, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I hastened my steps to match his lengthy strides. "I can't help but find your reactions funny," I confessed, sneaking a quick glance at his phone screen out of sheer curiosity. "Besides, if I'm not here to get on your nerves, who will?" I teased with a playful grin.

He halted in his tracks, seemingly pondering my question. Yet, his response came swiftly. His dark eyes locked onto mine as he raised a finger, as if to make a point.

". . . Milluki," he uttered with a hint of resignation. A snort of laughter escaped me; it was an undeniable truth that Milluki had a talent for irking him.

A snicker escaped my lips as I playfully ruffled his hair, noting how it had grown longer since the last time I saw him. He used to keep it shorter... I suppose he's opting for a change. He groaned softly, running his fingers through his now tousled, dark locks to neaten them.

"That was unnecessary," he remarked in his usual monotone voice.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response, continuing to walk alongside him while stretching my arms out in front of me.
"So, what's the occasion for joining me?" I quipped.

He tilted his head slightly, processing my question.
"What do you mean by that?" he inquired, his curiosity evident in his tone.

I chuckled softly to myself before elaborating, "You know, you'd usually be at the bus stop by now, waiting for my slow self." I grinned, teasingly. "But here you are, walking with me at this hour, all the way to the bus stop. What's up with that?" I inquired, eyeing his unchanged expression.

He simply shrugged and returned his focus to his phone. "I just felt like taking it easy this morning," he replied casually. "Is it strange that I didn't feel like getting there early today?"

"Not strange at all," I reassured him, stifling a yawn behind my hand. "I totally get it. Sometimes, it's nice to take things a bit slower, especially in the mornings," I added, acknowledging the fatigue that seemed to be catching up with me.

As we finally arrived at the bus stop, I dropped my bag to the ground, settling onto it as a makeshift seat while we waited for the bus to arrive. He glanced down at me, pointing to the bag currently beneath my rear. "You do realize that's getting dirty, right?" he queried, raising an eyebrow.

I flashed him a tired smile and gave a nonchalant thumbs-up. "Don't worry, I'm aware. But honestly, I'm too exhausted to care," I admitted with a smile. He responded with what sounded like an amused huff before returning his attention to his phone screen.