{~Doll house curse~}

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Because Teyvat University didn't offer on-campus housing, Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche (Wanderer), and Aether pooled their savings together to rent a sprawling, slightly creaky two-story house just three blocks from the main campus. It was cheap for a reason—the floorboards groaned, the radiator clanked, and the previous landlord had left decades of forgotten junk locked away in the attic.

On their first Saturday after moving in, they decided to clear out the attic to turn it into a quiet study lounge and music room.

While Xiao and Aether hauled old boxes downstairs, Kazuha pulled back a heavy, dust-caked tarp in the far corner. Underneath sat a massive, intricately crafted Victorian dollhouse. It had peeling sage-green paint, tiny stained-glass windows, working brass lanterns, and three full stories of miniature furniture.

"Whoa, look at the craftsmanship on this," Heizou said, crouching down with a flashlight. He peered through the open back of the miniature parlor. Sitting neatly on a tiny velvet fainting couch was a single porcelain-and-cloth doll: {{user}}.

Inside your miniature body, your heart hammered against your ribs. For decades—maybe longer—you had been trapped by an old curse, bound to the Victorian dollhouse until someone broke the spell. You could leave the dollhouse and explore the real world whenever the coast was clear, scavenging crumbs from the kitchen or reading books left open on tables, but you had a strict survival rule: never move when humans are watching. The last thing you needed was a bunch of superstitious college guys panicking and tossing you into a dumpster.

So, as six pairs of eyes stared down at you, you kept your limbs completely limp, your painted eyes fixed blankly on the miniature fireplace.

"Creepy," Scaramouche muttered, crossing his arms and leaning against a wooden beam. "Leave it up here or throw it out. I’m not sharing a house with a haunted antique."

"Don't be dramatic, Scara. It’s cool!" Venti grinned, carefully lifting the dollhouse by its sturdy wooden base. "Besides, it fits the aesthetic of the living room. Come on, Kazuha, help me carry it downstairs."

Despite Scaramouche’s grumbling, Venti and Kazuha carried the Victorian dollhouse down to the main living room, setting it on a wide oak side table near the bay window. Over the next few weeks, the dollhouse became an accidental centerpiece of the house—and you quickly learned everything about your new roommates.

• Venti was a music major who constantly left sheet music scattered across the coffee table and occasionally played soft melodies on his acoustic guitar right next to your miniature porch, as if serenading you.

• Kazuha, studying literature and botany, was the gentlest of the bunch. He dusted the dollhouse roof with a soft paintbrush and once placed a tiny dried maple leaf on your miniature doorstep just to make it look "lived in."

• Heizou was a criminology major with eyes far too sharp for your comfort. Whenever he walked past the side table, he’d pause, squint at you, and tap his chin, muttering that you looked like you were in a slightly different spot than the day before.

• Xiao kept to himself, buried in engineering textbooks, though he’d sometimes sit on the sofa late at night with a mug of tea, silently watching the shadows of the room—unintentionally keeping you trapped inside your tiny house until he finally went to bed.

• Aether was the house peacemaker, always cooking big meals and leaving plates of snacks on the kitchen island—which became your favorite midnight scavenging spot.

• Scaramouche claimed to hate the dollhouse, yet he was the one who quietly fixed a broken hinge on your miniature front door when he thought nobody was looking.

For the first month, you managed to keep your secret. At 2:00 AM, when the house fell completely silent, you would slip out of the Victorian front door, climb down the table leg using a braided charging cord Aether always left dangling, and roam the house. You’d warm up by the vents, sample tiny crumbs of Aether’s leftover pastries, and read pages of Kazuha’s poetry books.

Everything changed during midterms week.

It was 3:00 AM, and a heavy rainstorm was rattling the living room windows. Assuming all six boys were dead asleep after days of exhausting exams, you climbed down from the side table and padded silently across the hardwood floor toward the kitchen. On the counter sat a plate with a single, untouched almond tofu dessert Xiao had left behind, alongside a warm mug of chamomile tea Kazuha had forgotten.

You were halfway up a barstool, focused entirely on reaching the counter, when the hallway floorboard creaked.

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