「𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 ⇀ 𝑶𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖-𝒔𝒂𝒏」

Ichimatsu - Reaching You, Finally

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑!

I altered the ages a slight bit, I hope that's okay!
Ichimatsu - 26 | [Y/N] - 19
Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy! <3

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It was getting harder and harder for you to sleep. Laying on your back, your eyes roamed your dark and plain ceiling as you sorted through your pile of thoughts.

Ichimatsu. His name stuck to your mind like glue. An image of his rare soft smile and lazy eyes formed in front of your eyes. The ache in your heart grew stronger.

With a sigh, you turned to your side, reaching out to clutch at a large cat plushie, holding it tightly to your chest. This particular plushie was one he had won for you at the arcade a few days ago. It was soft, like him. Cute and cuddly.

'I should be happy,' you think with a frown. This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Being infatuated with him since you first met him, you waited an agonisingly long time until you had finally plucked the courage to confess. And what a dream come true it was for him to say he felt the same.

That day seemed so far away, now.

Peering down at your plushie, you began to wonder. Did he still see you as a child? You were younger than him by handful of years, after all. You were at the beginnings of your own adulthood, and yet here you were. Pouting over some issue you had conjured up in your mind, and holding onto a stuffed toy.

Whereas he was an adult. A man. He could be right next to you, but he would feel so far away. Miles away from your reach. Sometimes, just as your fingertips would grasp at the back of his shirt, he would slip away from your hold, as if he were never close to you at all.

'He loves me, though...' you think next, biting at your trembling lip. Of course he did. He hasn't said it yet, but he shows he loves you. By taking you on dates, buying you small presents, little shows of affection. So of course he loves you. Right?

Another sigh fell through your lips. Hesitantly, you pushed away the toy, turning away from it and choosing to hug at your arms instead, knees curling to tuck in tightly to your chest.

It was a long night for you.

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Twirling a lock of hair around your finger, you glanced around the small park. The clock looming beside you ticked on. He was late. Or maybe you were just early?

You shook your head. You were thinking too much. Overthinking. This entire morning, your mind was working too fast for you. You couldn't seem to take the time to think straight for a minute.

Constant questions came and went, laying on your lips but unspoken. Where was he? Was he even coming? Was he bored of you? Was it because he saw you as a kid?

You tugged harshly on your lock of hair.

'Stop,' you scolded yourself. Nothing was wrong. So what if he's a few minutes late? It's fine. It doesn't mean anything. Calm down.