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#ヒュアキ #hugowise #hugowiseJAM
#hugowise: Behind the shutter by Liulangzhe - Zenless Zone Zero (Video Game)

Rating: G

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/72690811 via @ao3org
#hugowise but more lycawise centric chapter

Revealing the lies we lived by Liulangzhe Chapter 25 - Zenless Zone Zero (Video Game)

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/638177... via @ao3org
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#hugowise #ヒュアキ
ファンタジーパロ うっかりヒュさん
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#hugowise #ヒュアキ ファンタジーパロなふたり
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#phaicae (written before doing 3.6 story) Reincarnation + Modern AU

When Phainon looked at the black-golden yellow hood cloak placed in a glass case of Amphoreus city museum, he still recalled vividly of the dream he had for the very first time in his childhood as young as five years old.
This time, not in sorrow, but in the fragile promise of a new beginning.

(END)
Together, they disappeared down the hall, two figures walking toward relics of the past while unknowingly carrying the thread of a story that had never truly ended.

And though neither spoke of it yet, the bond that once defied fate stirred awake between them once more.
Phainon chuckled softly, though his heart raced at the irony of the request.

“Deal,” He answered simply, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper.
“Say, Phainon,” Caelus tilted his head suddenly with that same easy smile. “Since fate pushed us into bumping shoulders, maybe we can help each other out. I’ll tell you about my bat… And in return, you tell me what made you so interested in all this Deliverer history.”
His chest tightened again, but this time, the ache felt gentler—no longer grief, but a spark of hope.
As they passed into the next wing of the museum, the golden light from the skylights framed them both, weaving shadows that stretched long and familiar. Phainon stole a glance at the young man, watching the way the gray strands of his hair caught the sun.
Their footsteps fell into rhythm, echoing softly across the marble floor. The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was comfortable, as if their hearts already knew the cadence of walking side by side.
Caelus blinked, his expression brightening into something easy and unguarded. “Really? That works out perfectly then.”

He swung his backpack over his shoulder, the bat carefully nestled inside once more, and motioned for Phainon to walk with him.
“Haha, I see,” The white-haired man laughed again and raised an arm to point towards one of the section in the museum. “Actually, I'm also heading that way to look at Kephalane's artifacts. I'm hoping to hear more of your story about your bat.”
“Yeah, unfortunately...," Caelus let out an exaggerated annoyed groan while he recounted. “Our university professor thought it would be funny to throw to us a last minute homework in our summer vacation. And we need to hand it in before the next semester.”
"Also, I overheard you talking to your friends you're researching the Chrysos Heir myth for your paper.”
A warm-hearted genuine laughter escaped Phainon's lips at the oddly thoughtful look on Caelus's face and he grinned. “Well how about that? Perhaps it's fate! Friction really does spark friendships, huh?
Caelus tilted his head curiously, studying him with those sunlit eyes that made Phainon’s heart feel both lighter and unbearably heavier.

“Does no one else think we look like brothers? Why do I feel like you and I are kinda alike...”
“…Phainon,” The white-haired man repeated softly, almost as though testing how his own name sounded next to the other’s. “It’s nice to meet you, Caelus.”

For a fleeting instant, silence settled between them again, heavy with something unspoken.
The name struck Phainon like a bell tolling in his chest, reverberating through every dream, every fragment, every ache that had lingered since childhood. His smile faltered just slightly, but he forced himself to hold Caelus’s gaze with quiet steadiness.
He took the bat from Phainon’s hand, their fingers brushing briefly again—warm, grounding, far too familiar.

“Caelus,” He answered simply, his voice steady yet carrying a subtle echo, like a name spoken across lifetimes. “I'm Caelus.”
“Oh, right," Phainon chuckled sheepishly that also came from the warm flutter in his stomach. “But, why don't you tell me your name in return for your bat?”

The gray-haired young man paused, the corner of his lips curling into something between mischief and gentleness.