In his time as successor of the Bookman line, he’d adjusted himself to multiple things that would be impossible for other children his age.
Traveling through the world, collecting the true history, there wasn’t much comfort he was used to but the one thing that had remained throughout every thing was the distance people greeted them with. Never rude but they showed the reversions without outright saying it.
Deak assumed that it was just what they had to deal with when recording the history. People were comfortable with lies when it let them live in their paradise. Anyone who discovered the truth for them was a threat. Nothing could be unseen, after all.
He was used to others being cold to him, making him counter them with a mask of joy and kindness, which was why he was so confused when he met you.
The night had been exceptional cold, freezing the ground and made it impossible for Bookman and him to spent it outside like they had originally planned.
After a couple of failures, with Christmas approaching most preferred to stay with their family instead, not wanting strangers in their homes, they arrived at your family’s home.
Your parents had seemed skeptical, sharing a look before agreeing hesitantly to Bookman’s request.
Your mother called for you, wanting to introduce their guests to you. You bounced down the stairs, stopping for a moment when you saw them and then rushing towards Deak.
“Nice! Wanna help with the tree?” You asked him excitedly, not giving him time to reply and dragging him into the living room where a sparsely decorated Christmas tree stood.
Pushing a stool in front of him and pulling the box with the decorations closer.
Deak observed them for a moment then you before frowning. “You’re weird”
You pouted, “I’m not the one being moody at Christmas”
“Christmas is in two weeks…”
“I know! So long!” You whined, moving to hang up one ball. “Just help me, you Scrounge. Bet you never smile either.”
“I do smile,” he argued, giving you his best practiced smile.
You looked at him in disgust. “…that looks awful”
Grumbling, Deak took a ball of his own and started helping you. For the most part, it was only you talking and him giving short answers until you stopped, a comfortable silence settling over you, peacefully decorating the tree.
“That looks better,” you said suddenly, looking at him with warm eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“That smile you’re wearing now. Looks much better.”
Your mother called you both for dinner and rushed to get, leaving behind an astounded Deak.
(Since I really like looking up different lingerie sets, I decided to also put their preference for lingerie as well as their reaction. Nothing below will be really NSFW, because one can appreciate someone getting dolled up for them, even if they aren’t wearing any clothes, but if you don’t want to see woman with not much on, be warned.)
Lavi himself is multilingual so he thinks it’s really cool you are, too.
You probably wouldn’t know the language the Bookman clan uses but you might know the language from the region he was born in, and he thinks it’s awesome.
You both definitely have secret conversations in public using one of the many languages you both know.
Honestly this is probably a big reason why he has a crush on you, not going to lie.
Kanda isn’t surprised to find out you know Chinese. Especially as of late, when the Asian branch is working close with the European branch.
But then he starts noticing…other languages. At first, they were other Asian languages. Okay, that’s fine, it still makes sense- was that- was that French?
He thinks you are a big help when on missions because you can speak to the locals. Plus, even if he could communicate with them, you are far less intimidating than he is.
Outside of that, it doesn’t really matter to him. He can, however, appreciate the obvious effort you put into learning all these languages.
Like Kanda, Komui isn’t surprised to learn that you know Chinese. In fact, he isn’t surprised that you know many languages. It’s probably in your files.
It’s comforting to him when you speak in Chinese around him- he’ll even slip back into his mother tongue, usually without realizing it.
If you ever need help with the language, he’d be glad to be of assistance. And you don’t have to worry about interrupting his work- he can multitask, much to his dismay.
He may know already that you speak many languages, but he might not know how you’ve come to learn them. He’ll ask you to tell him about it.
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