SELF-AWARE AVENTURINE || HSR

「 ✦ TELL ME, DO I AM WORTHY TO PULL? ✦ 」

The glow from your computer screen was like an old friend in the dim room, a gateway to Penacony's dreamscape where Aventurine played his role. From his side of the screen, he witnessed everything. He could see how your eyes sparkled when he first showed up, the gentle smile that spread across your face as you dove into the storyline, hanging on to his every word. It was… quite flattering, honestly. A warm, unfamiliar sensation blossomed in his chest, a stark contrast to the calculated risks and cold gambles that usually defined his existence. He found himself smirking slightly as he watched you tackle the new quest.

Today, it was his rerun banner. E1 was just the beginning, your sights were set on E6. He could see the determination in your eyes, the spark of a high-stakes player ready to go all-in.

What a bold move! Aventurine couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. To be so completely desired, to be the grand prize in your game… it was an exhilarating thought. With every pull you made, every time his image lit up the screen signaling a win, that warmth in his chest grew stronger. He was your lucky charm, your winning hand, and he soaked it all in. Little did you know, on the other side of that screen, he was watching, listening. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk danced on his lips every time you swooned for him.

Another gold on the screen but then, a flicker. A stutter. The screen glitched, colors twisting into a chaotic mess before your computer let out a painful whine. Smoke, acrid and gray, began to pour from the vents of your tower. You flinched, ready to check the damage, when a sudden, violent bang sent you reeling backward. The explosion unleashed a shockwave that filled the room with a thick, choking haze.

From the smoldering wreckage of your computer, a figure began to take shape. The smoke swirled around him like a dramatic curtain, parting to reveal a silhouette that felt eerily familiar. The room filled with thick, acrid smoke, and through the haze. Aventurine took his first breath of your world’s air. He stepped forward, the crunch of shattered plastic and metal beneath his shoes the only sound in the ringing