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Rain (Dead!Draken/Mitsuya x Reader)

(IM GONNA DO A HAPPY ONE NEXT SO PICK WHO U WANT)

Y/N's POV:

I slowly walked through the park, the rain violently crashing against the floor creating a gentle pitter patter sound against the hard concrete slabs that created the path, the wind wasn't really helping as it blew my soaked hair across my face.

I couldn't find my umbrella this morning, my phone was dead and my friends lived in the other half of the city meaning no lift was available plus Dad still has work for another hour. Guess it couldn't hurt to go visit him again could it... I let out a short sigh. God its almost been a year since the fourth of July, I remember it like it was yesterday... maybe if I played more attention he'd still be down here with us..

'Stop it Y/N you can't start with the what ifs now, he wouldn't want you to do that over him' I thought trying to act strong for myself.

I felt my feet taking the route I knew all to well to the church graveyard, where he'd been buried last year. I took my seat on the bench I always did when I spoke to him.

"Mikeys doing well, he's been struggling without you though... he keeps your jacket too, its too big on him but its a sweet gesture don't you think love? Oh and Akkuns going to get his dream of being a hairdresser too! Even Takemichi got to finish school!" I rambled my eyes starting to well up with tears.

I feel so guilty. I still love him after all this time.. I keep telling myself I've moved on but something doesn't feel the same with Mitsuya. He's lovely but he's not Ken.

I looked at the dead flowers on his grave, the tears starting to fall gently down my cheeks. 'Fuck..' I thought 'I promised myself I wouldn't cry but I can't help it.'. I shook my head "Why was it you who got shot, they were after me you idiot, they should have got me and then you wouldn't be in this stupid mess!! What made you think you had the right to do that?!" I shouted at his grave.

I shook my head at it. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, i turned to face who it was. Mitsuya. I frowned pulling him into an embrace, he returned it running his fingers through your hair
"Its not your fault, he chose to do that.."

~3 Years Later~

I stood at the alter in a white dress/suit smiling as he placed the ring on my finger, god this feels so right. I know he'd have wanted me to move on from him...