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“You know Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I…” Rumi’s fingers toyed with the edge of her notebook. She hesitated, then smiled certainly—like she’d made a decision. “And I—well, would you maybe—”
Mira didn’t let her finish.
The words tangled in her chest, sharp and panicked. She could already hear it—Jinu this, Jinu that. Some request for help picking something romantic. Advice she absolutely did not want to give—at least, not without a solid week to prepare herself. The idea of sitting there, nodding along while Rumi talked about her boyfriend, made something twist painfully in her chest.
“I’m so sorry.” Mira blurted, already shoving her chair back with an uncomfortable scrape. “I… I didn’t realize how late it was. I really have to go.”
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OR: Mira being oblivious while Rumi repeatedly hits her over the head with the "pls ask me out" stick. And then they fuck about it.
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03 Mar 2026
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“Ah, yeah. About that.” Bobby’s expression softened, a sympathetic wince crossing his face. “I just came from the Pine View Inn—some tourists were hollerin’ about a double booking and making a scene. Poor owner’s been run ragged. Between the parade and the tree lighting, we’re full up till Christmas Day.”
Rumi blinked, momentarily speechless. The idea of being stranded—in a place where people actually said hollerin’—sent a flicker of panic through her.
Before she could formulate a response, Mira spoke up beside her, her tone even but certain.
“She can stay at my place.”
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Rumira Holidays Day 2: Christmas (inspired by @mirasgirlfriend on twt)
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03 Mar 2026
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“And the price?”
“An alliance by marriage.” Celine’s gaze flickered downward. The air seemed to thin in Rumi’s lungs. Still, she forced her voice to hold steady.
“By marriage?” Her gut twisted. She knew where this was going, but she could hope to the gods she was wrong.
“Your marriage. To Mira of the North.”
For one heartbeat, Rumi let her eyes fall closed. The lamplight still pressed past her closed lids, hot and heavy, as if forcing her to still see her future. The rest of her life—lived out on the arm of a stranger. For just that heartbeat, she allowed herself to break. Then, just as quickly, she pulled those walls back up and opened her eyes.
“I-I understand."
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RuMira Week Day 2: Fantasy
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- Part 2 of RuMira Week 2025
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28 Feb 2026
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Ryu Rumi had her entire life planned down to the hour—top grades, student council accolades, and a flawless record by the end of junior year. Just in time for college applications next year. Celine never did tolerate anything less than an A- with a stunning social reputation to match. So, when Bobby had approached her with a new 'peer support initiative,' Rumi's first thought had been a resounding yes.
That was before she'd found out her mentee would be Sung Mira.
Sharp-tongued and perpetually one detention slip away from expulsion, the pink-haired girl was everything that Rumi was not: unpredictable, overly-aggressive, and impossible to ignore. She was also (unfortunately) infuriatingly good at getting under Rumi’s skin, paired with a bad habit of turning every mentoring session into something that felt dangerously close to a game of cat and mouse… And Rumi was starting to fear she was the latter in this analogy.
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Basically, delinquent!Mira driving studentcouncil!Rumi crazy for however many chapters that sleep deprivation will drag out of my brain. They're in love, your honor.
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28 Feb 2026
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This couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be Sung Mira, the awkward kid she remembered from childhood—always one shoelace untied, perpetual bad attitude, with her hair falling out of its twin ponytails in uneven chunks.
The woman standing in front of her had a sharp jawline, gleaming bright-pink hair that caught the club lights like it had been designed for them. She stood tall with a confident lean in her posture—shoulders loose and eyes bright with mischief.
Not awkward. Not clumsy. Not anymore.
Hot.
Painfully, devastatingly hot.
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