Our Last Dance

Our Last Summer II

24 February 2020

Itadori was right. This is fun. Camp is fun, if you ignore the rest of the world and focus on Itadori Yuuji. He's equivalent to the world to you, and the best part of it is, you're still not admitting it. No matter how much you two quarrel, or beat each other up, or make funny faces with each other, you can't seem to show that you love him that way. If you do, it'll be awkward. You don't even know if it'll end up well, after what's happened the last time you dates someone. But as you're roasting marshmallows by the campfire and singing songs with him, you feel like you're falling harder every minute. 

He catches you staring, and he laughs at you loudly. "What?" you ask. "Nothing, you just look like a baboon." he giggles. You smack him in return. Dumbass. A literal dumbass. How am I liking this dude? "Uhm, Y/n?" he says. You click your tongue. "What?" you whine, turning back to him, only to find his eyes growing wider. "Your marshmallow.." his voice is small."It's on fire."

"AAAAhhckk!!" you throw it to the floor, stomping at it till the flames die, leaving ash and grey smoke in the air. The gooey mush is stuck to the soles of your feet, and you hear the girls laughing at you from afar. Shit. But Itadori's laughter dies out. He pats back to your seat, inviting you, and you take your seat sheepishly. He hands you his perfectly melted marshmallow on a stick, and begins a new one, putting it on a new stick he's found. "Oh, you don't have to." you sya, but he chuckles lightly at your remark. "Please, you've been at your first marshmallow for a decade now, it was bound to burn." he in between laughs. You sigh, taking his, and begin eating slowly. You've never had a self-made marshmallow before, and this is all completely new to you. Hence, the burnt marshmallow on the ground. But as you stare back at him, who's busy twirling his marshmallow, his pink hair the color carmine due to the effect of the fire's color, and his eyes reflecting it, he's starting to make you believe that love does exist, even if it's under layers of friendships. Deep down, you do love him, just as he is. But you're not sure if it goes the same way for him. "Hey." you say, and he turns his head to you. "What did you want to say to me, just now in the forest?" you ask. Itadori blinks a few times, like he's trying to recall, but somehow his gaze falls to the ground. "Nevermind that, it's not important. Anyways, you could've seen your face when we got lost! It was so funny ,I was holding my laughter the whole time!" he bursts into laughter once more. You laugh along, but there's an uncertain feeling in your gut. That he wanted to tell  you something very special, or maybe something very, very important. 

The night has fallen, and the stars are out, decorating the sky. You've never seen such a large number of stars all your life. Who knew stargazing could be so beautiful? They sparkle in their  own way, blue and yellow, silver and some just there to stare down, back to you. Yet, as a whole, every star makes a difference, like they're putting on a show. Even the ones that don't shine, look beautiful , in the presence of those close to them. Itadori's mouth is wide open as he looks up, and honestly that makes you feel warm inside. "Oh! You see that? That's a guinea pig!" he exclaims, his voice is high, like a kid's. You follow where he points, and squint your eyes to see clearer. "No, that's a dolphin."you correct him. "Here's the tail, and that's the snout." you show him, pointing to the constellation above you. "I don't see it..oh- OH WAIT THERE IT IS!! LOOK Y/N, THERE IT IS!" he claps like a seal, jumping in his seat. You laugh at his expression, like he's never seen anything so cool in his life. Itadori has his hand brush against yours, and you move back, still afraid. You're still reminded of the last time you've touched your ex, how validated you felt when he forced you to love him. Sometimes you'd wish to run away from it, but he keeps coming back, like a nightmare.He looks at you, tilting his head. "You alright?" his lips are quivering, probably because of the cold. "Yeah...no? I don't know."

Itadori takes a seat closer to you, eyes still on you. "You know you can tell me, right?" he tells you gently. I know, Itadori, but it's scary, you want to answer. Instead, you remain silent for awhile.