"I love you Mikey, only you, nobody else"
~Y/n
Y/n is not just an average high schooler; she's Mikey's heart and soul and is known as the Deity of Tokyo. As she continues to live her life out, as normally as possible, Y/n finds herself falling for a...
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March 21, 2020 Y/n mother's birthday
With a bouque of my mother's favorite flowers in my hands, I stood there, staring at my own mother's grave. Yesterday, I spent all my tears so that today none could be shed. How foolish I was to think that.
Kneeling down in front of it, I placed the bouque in front of it. Clasping my hands together, I said a silent prayer before standing up. Looking up at the sky, dark rain clouds began to cluster together.
"Its going to rain soon," I spoke softly as I turned my gaze to my mother's grave. Wiping off any grime that grown over time, I sat down facing it. "Happy birthday mama. Sorry that papa couldn't be here to celebrate your birthday, but don't worry he sends his love." With a sad smile, I placed my hand on her grave.
Standing up, I brushed myself off. Saying my final goodbye, I walked away only to be greeted by a set of silver-lilac hair boy standing by his bike. Instead wearing his usual Toman's uniform, he was in his street wear. With a sad smile on his face, he stood up straighter as he greeted me with open arms.
I could feel my tears began to brim from my eyes as Mitsuya held me in his arms. Pulling away, Mitsuya looked down at me with his beautiful violet eyes. With a smile, he wiped away the tears that have escaped.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?" Nodding my head, we walked toward his bike and got on. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I rested my face on his back. Starting the engine to life, we drove away from the cemetery.
With the wind in our hairs and a few raindrops falling down on us, we sped down the street to the cafe my mother use to take me to when I was a kid. Once there, we parked the bike and walked inside. Memories of this cafe, bloomed inside me as we walked toward a booth.
Grabbing a booth, we looked at the menus in front of us, debating what to order. Once it was decided, we sat patiently, waiting for one of the waiters to our orders. Rubbing my cold hands together, I stared out the window while Mitsuya was staring at me. For awhile now, I knew he was in love with me, and yet I couldn't return the feeling. Deep down, I felt bad and I think he knows it too. I could feel him taking my cold hands into his as I turned my gaze too him. With a caring smile, he looked at me, like how a husband looked at his wife. In return, I just smiled at him.
Soon the waiter came and took our order. As we sat there, waiting for our order, we converse in light talk. Here and there, Mitsuya would laugh at my story telling of the good old days, while I giggled at some of his comments. Minutes gone by and finally our food arrived.Thanking the waiter, we said our thanks and dug in. As we sat there enjoying the food and each others company, we weren't aware of a certain blonde a few feet away from us, glaring in our direction.
