"Psst.. Don't you think Lady (Y/n) has been in a foul mood this past couple of days?" whisper one of the woman villagers.

"Yeah, the crops are taking longer to grow than usual... and the animals seem to be hostile lately" sighed another woman villager, her eyes drifting to a recent memory "Just yesterday my lil' Jool got attack by a pack of wild birds when he went to go feed the chickens,"

"Poor Lady (Y/n), she needs a break from that library. Maybe she's too overworked," uttered another villager.

"Perhaps, we should ask Visel. He always knows what's going on" suggested another villager.

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Meanwhile, Visel was scrambling to ensure that the island remained safe and operational. He was working feverishly to make sure the crops, animals and sea levels were stable, but without success. He knew something was wrong - you had been in a bad mood ever since you came back from that party a few days ago. And with each passing minute your mood got worse until your godly powers were causing further damage to the island's agriculture. Every second posed another danger as he desperately worked to contain it.

The menacing ocean waves were closing in and overtaking the island. Crops were wilting or becoming grotesquely overgrown, while animals fought each other viciously for space and food. The air was heavy and oppressive, with strong gusts of wind whipping around. It was a good thing that you weren't here - if you came too close, your mere presence could cause the whole island to plunge beneath the waves in an instant. It all painted a picture of impending danger and panic to Visel

"Please, Lady (Y/n)," panted Visel "there's only so much that your Ministry can do"

Visel was frantic, pleading desperately for you to come to your senses. His anxiety was palpable as his heart raced and a splitting headache threatened to overtake him.

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Meanwhile, you were at the archives, looking around in a daze as you tried to make sense of it all. You paced between the shelves of books and archives, angry thoughts racing through your mind. This feeling of unease had been bubbling away inside ever since the party.(Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to keep her composure as she remembered what Zeus had said at the party. His words echoed in her mind like thunder, threatening to break through the fragile wall of calm she'd so carefully constructed.

As your mind wandered, the noise of the Archives door swinging open startled you, disrupting your thoughts. You should have locked it to have some privacy with your thoughts.

"Yo! Cake lady!"

Your eyes blink with shock at the sight of that familiar face. Buddha's trademark closed-eye grin lit up his face as he waved at you joyfully.

You can't help but to furrow your brows in thought as you remember that he wasn't even supposed to be here and the events of what occurred when he intruded last time. Your heart rate increases, the feeling of annoyance and tension coursing through your veins.

You take a shaky breath and greet him with a timid, "Hello..." That single moment felt like it had lasted an eternity, turning what was originally meant to be a reunion into an awkward encounter.

As he approached you, he took in a deep breath of the air, hoping to catch the aroma of a freshly baked sweet treat. Instead, all that greeted his nose was the stale scent of worn books and undisturbed dust. "What ya' cooking today? I don't smell anything,"

"Eh?"

He strolled by you in the direction of the kitchen, pausing briefly to place an object atop your head, "Here you go."

"Hm? What's this?" You take the container in your hands and recognize it fondly as the one you let him use to take away that chocolate cake. It is cleaned too, a sweet gesture that brings a slight smile to your face.

Turning your gaze towards him, you saw him settle down on the couch, his body delicately laid out as he stretched his muscles in relaxation. His eyes were fixed upon you, waiting for an answer.

"I have nothing cooked" you sighed, a touch of frustration in your voice, "Also, Buddha... you're not supposed to be here"

"Ah" you see him furrowed his brow in disappointment, "You don't have any snacks around?" He seemed more disappointed that you didn't have food, rather than the fact that he couldn't be here. He raised an eyebrow, surprised that you knew his name but shrugged it off; after all, he was well known.

You tilted your head, "Just some (Fave/Snacks)"

He scratched his chin, "Hmm... Not really feeling it"

You raised an imperious eyebrow at him, the corners of your mouth turning down in a stern line. Your gesture was punctuated by a scoff; he had invaded the halls of the archives with his cavalier attitude and now expected hospitality for it? Your face quickly turned to amusement as you shook your head and moved away from where he sat.

Buddha noticed the small spark of anger in your gaze that was starkly unfamiliar to him. Curiously, he stood up and took a step closer. Their eyes met for just a moment before Buddha asked, "What's up with ya? You seem mad." Buddha got close to you to look at your furrow expression "What reason has you so angry?"

"Well," you huff "You're part of the reason,"

"Huh?" He looked offended, but eventually his expression relaxed. "Okay... Ya wanna talk about it?"

You stare at him incredulously, as if he had grown a second head, wondering if he really meant what he just said. "With you?" you said.

He gave a casual shrug., "Why not?"

"Well for starters... you don't look like you'll take my concerns seriously...also you're not supposed to be here!" You recall the time when he was trying to blackmail you and wanted you to make you more baked goods to keep your place a secret, "And you came here expecting food from me!"

He gave you a nonchalant expression and said, " I might surprise you," he grinned "So I'm all ears, Cake girl."

"Don't call me that," you deadpanned.

"Well, I don't know ya name," he said.

"Just call me (Nickname)"

"Okay then (Nickname)... What's on your mind?"

Despite his somewhat off-putting air and aloof demeanor, you decided to give him a shot. That grin of his seemed so genuine, as if he truly wanted to talk to you. You found yourself intrigued by the Buddhist man in front of you.

You sigh, "I'll make some tea for us... this is going to be a long conversation."

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You were careful to remain as non-specific as possible when speaking with Buddha, scared that if he were given too much information, he would easily be able to put the pieces together. Even though Buddha may seem apathetic and laid back, he still held power in the community and was smart enough to figure out almost anything if given even the slightest hint. You recently told him about a shocking revelation that two of your closest friends actually harbor a deep-seated hatred for humanity, which naturally made you incredibly angry and frustrated. After all, you have always cared deeply for and been devoted to the human race. It's unfathomable to think that people so close to you could possibly have such an irreconcilable worldview.

"So yer mad that ya little friends don't value humanity as much as you do?" He asks.

"That is right," you sip your tea, "Humanity may not be perfect but they do amazing things. I do not understand how they cannot see it"

"Well," he yawned, "You know Gods, they think they're the superior beings"

Your eyes linger on him, pondering the mysteries of his mind. "What's your take on humanity, Buddha? Do you believe there's no saving them? That humanity is doomed to fail?

Buddha blinked at you a couple of times in confusion, and then suddenly burst into laughter, his whole body shaking with uncontrollable mirth. His contagious laughter soon filled the room,"Ahahaha! Shaddap, (Nickname)! Hahahaha"

You were completely taken aback, did he just tell you to shut up? He was chuckling too, which left you with more questions than answers. What could have been so amusing? Was it something that you said? It definitely seemed out of context for the conversation. You felt a little stumped by his words and unsure about how to respond.

His chuckle slowly dissipated as he wiped a tear of joy from the corner of his eye. "You want to know what makes humans and Gods different?"

You waited patiently for his response.

"Humanity is always finding ways to improve themselves, meanwhile Gods stay the same cuz they think they're the ultimate beings. So no, humanity will not fail." He gave a hearty chuckle, confident in his response.

You beam at his answer, a sense of relief washing over you, "It's so comforting to know that there are still gods out there who have faith in humanity."

You stood up from your seat, "How about we make some (fave/desserts)? I'll let you lick the spoon" you chuckle. You don't know why, but the moment you heard Buddha's words, your mood suddenly lifted and filled you with a sense of joy. You felt a renewed sense of optimism and hope, invigorated by the thought that maybe things wouldn't always be so dark and dreary.

His eyes lit up with delight, "Finally!" he exclaimed. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten our agreement! Let's get started!"

Your forehead creased in annoyance at his comment. Of course, he still wanted to pin you down with his little blackmail scheme. Ah, I see, you thought as he happily followed you to the kitchen.

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"Buddha!" You swat his hand away with your wooden spoon before he could even get a chance to dip his finger into the mixture.

The mischievous glint in his eyes just moments ago has been replaced with a surprise stare. He stood there, dumbfounded and quickly retracted his hand and started soothing it, "Ow! I just wanted a taste."

"No, that's unsanitary,"

He grumbled, but complied anyway since he was starving.

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"Is it done yet?" The tall male stood face to face with the hot stove, his gaze hungry as he watched the dessert slowly baked. He had already licked the wooden spoon clean from the dessert mix and now he was stuck in an intense staring contest with the oven. The room was starting to fill up with a delicious aroma of freshly baked bread, tantalizing his senses and making him even hungrier than before.

"No Buddha." You heave a deep sigh and lay your book aside, realizing it's the hundredth time in the last five minutes he's asked you that same question. Patience is a virtue...but not his when it comes to sweets!

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"Careful, it's hot. Make sure you put the mitten gloves on, Buddha," you exclaim as he opens the oven and is overwhelmed with the delightful scent of fresh (fave/dessert). He looks at you and gives a knowing smile, the confidence in his expression clear to see. He appreciates the kind gesture and wise words, although he already had a plan of action in mind.

"Aha! I don't need-Ow!" he quickly retracted his hands the instant they touched the hot pan.

"I told you."

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"Buddha, the icing/frosting is spilling everywhere," you said, watching him make a mess with the cream.

"I know what I'm doin!"

Suddenly, the cream exploded out of the container, spattering against the countertop and splashing onto his face and on your clothes. Bits of it flew in all directions, leaving an unsightly mess that was going to be a hassle to clean up.

"..."

"..."

"Do you want me to do it?"

"...Yeah," he handed you the icing/frosting.

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You can't help but chuckle as you observe him devouring the majority of the (fave/dessert) that the two of you had spent so much time baking together. He certainly had an insatiable sweet tooth, and it always gave you a sense of satisfaction knowing that your baking skills were appreciated.

"So," you began, "Will you be leaving now?" You take a sip of your drink, savoring the taste as you slowly and peacefully enjoy it. "You're still not allowed here"

He gave you an irksome expression, "Really?!" He peered around the archives, trying to uncover any fascinating secrets it may hold. But the room of ancient books and documents left him feeling uninterested, "What's so special about this place that ya gotta kick me out?"

"Nothing really. It just holds the history of the cosmos, I make sure it's all in order and intact. Plus, I like the peace and quiet."

"Sounds boring," He gave you one last look before he rolled his eyes and brushed off his clothing from all the crumbs. "Alright, then I guess I'll leave you alone with your place of peace."

He grabbed the remnants of the (Fave/dessert), attempting to stuff his small plate as full as possible. His creation resembled a tower of tastiness, that was threatening to topple over at any moment. He had a satisfied smile on his face as he headed towards the exit with his plate.

"Oh, Buddha?" you called out to him before he could leave.

His head cocked to the side, his eyes questioning you as he hums in response. His demeanor was one of curiosity, waiting with anticipation for your comment.

"Thank you," you gave him a small smile, "for your companionship and solace."

He stays silent for a bit but then he grins at you, fully exposing his bottom sharp teeth, "No worries! See ya!" He then exits the room, leaving you in the gentle embrace of peaceful silence.

You slowly turn around, beholding the disaster that has befallen your kitchen. Icing/Frosting was everywhere - on the counters, on the floors, even smeared onto the walls. A truly formidable sight to behold.

"Oh right," you sighed in realization.

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Welcome to another Record of Ragnarok Secret Corner Moment! Thank You for Reading!

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You had left a bowl of your beloved (Fave/Flavor) candies on your table, but when you came back, the candy was gone and all that remained were pieces of discarded wrapping. You had a hunch as to who was behind it, but you knew they would never confess. Fortunately, you had your ways.

Now here you were, trying to get answers out of a notoriously tight-lipped Buddha, who had a grumpy expression firmly in place. Even with your best interrogation skills, he refused to confess for his sin.

"I did nothing, I'm innocent," he huffed.

You draw your large knife with elegance, a dark grin adorning your features as you point it towards him. "That's fine. I have ways of making people talk."

Then, you delicately began slicing a piece of the cake that you had on the table. Taking your time to savor it as the icing gracefully adhered to the knife in an elegant and tantalizing manner.

"Can I have some?" asked Buddha, already drooling at the sight of the cake.

"Cake is for talkers!" you said.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy this small wholesome moment with Buddha OvO! He's very OOC ;-; so I apologize for that.

Also I have a job interview next week :,), so you might not hear from me for the next two weeks cuz I very nervous and have the jitters. Please wish me good luck, I do not know how to adult right ;-;

Thank you for the stars & your comments, I enjoy reading them!! Ya'll are awesome