Remember Summer Days (a Kira Yoshikage x reader)

Background Noise

((authors note: this chapter is kind of shorter than my last, i think, and i'm so sorry the update took a bit +sob+ but enjoy! now to wait for chap. 3!))

You watched the blurry street lights pass you by. It was oddly quiet in the car. You had only given him the address. You didn't even know his name for Christ's sake! You internally prayed he had no evil intentions. You always carried a pocket knife with you but you still had hope that there was some good in the world. Cornyyyy. You shifted in your seat. As awkward as the silence was, it was somewhat comforting to you. As if you were driving with an old friend. "I don't want to force you to speak if you don't want to. The radio is all yours." he spoke, his voice ever so steady. His eyes never moved to look at you as he continued to drive on. The rain continued to pour. His voice sounded strange to you. Comforting? No, not quite. It sounded...nice.

"Er...thank you,...wait, what's your name?" you looked at him as you hand hesitantly reached over to the dial. You made sure to adjust the volume dial to one of the lower settings so as to not scare him if you came across some sort of loud music. You weren't a big fan of such things. You finally came across an oldies station.

"You Go to My Head, Frank Sinatra." was all he said. He seemed to have not heard your question, or pretended he didn't.

You looked down to the small, dark pixels. He was right. "Do you like this song? I think it's rather cute." you remarked before returning to your original sitting position. He finally reached over to turn up the volume a little more. Frank's voice was quiet and smooth, mixed with the beautiful sweetness of violins in the background. "I guess you could say I'm somewhat of a Frank Sinatra fan myself." he replied, hand returning to the wheel. You looked at his hands. They looked perfectly normal but there was something off about them. Oh, his knuckles were white. He seemed to be gripping the steering wheel rather tightly. You could see a faint vein within his skin. You caught yourself staring and went back to looking at the road ahead.

"We shouldn't be too far."

"Right."

There was something different in the air. You looked at the clock. It was really late. You were tired. You were hungry. And you were ever so grateful that this blonde, formally dressed, business took you under his wing. Even if it was maybe just for the night. You let a small bit of air escape through your nostrils as you leaned your head against the window. You closed your eyes for a second. Or, at least you thought it was a second. You woke up to a gentle tapping on your shoulder. It was the man. "Wake up, sleepyhead. We're here. At least I hope we are." you blinked several times and rubbed your eyes. You must've fallen asleep for a couple minutes. "Oh. Right. Er, thank you- you know, for everything." you looked into the bags at the boxes of food.

"It was really no issue at all. Just being a good neighbor, 'tis all." he replied as he watched you. "That one's mine." he pointed to the bag in your left hand. He reached over for it. Simultaneously, you handed it over to him. Your hands touched. It was only a couple short seconds but you had no idea how much of an impact those few seconds would have on this man. He awkwardly drew his hand with the bag away. "Do you need someone to see you in?" he asked, clearing his throat. The small interaction caused your cheeks to flush a light rose out of awkwardness. "I think I'll be okay, but if it makes you feel any better then feel free to stay." Stay at the entrance and make sure you get in safely, that is. Not to stay with you in your room. Totally. Definitely. Although...no, you can save your daydreams for later. "I see. Well then, have a safe...trip? I wish you good luck." Luck for what? You'd ponder this later. You slowly climbed out of the car with your food in one hand. "Once again, thank you so much for everything. You're a lifesaver, sir." you closed the door afterwards and waved goodbye to him. He gave a small wave back. You turned on your heel and walked towards the hotel. You turned to look back again and waved again once more. You saw his faint shadow in the dark car move. He waved. Okay, you finally got inside and got to your room. You'd have to figure out a way to repay him one day.

Once you were back in your room again, you tossed your food carefully on the side. You collapsed into your bed. You seemed to not be hungry anymore. Instead, a strange feeling occupied your stomach. Something heavy. A feeling. You thought that back to that man in the car. You two had barely exchanged any actual conversation aside from the song part. Still, there was something so...nice about that. You had a feeling about this man. You weren't quite sure what it was. Maybe you'd feel better with a full stomach. You walked over to your food, grabbed it, and returned to your bed. You took out the box and utensils. You felt the slight weight of the receipt in the plastic bag. Shaking it around upside down, you watched the receipt flutter out from the bag and into your lap. You picked it up and read over it. You seemed unfazed. Then, you turned it over to see the back of the receipt. Your eyebrows rose.

"Yoshikage Kira." was written in faint blue ink, followed by a phone number.

It was that man.

You caught yourself smiling at the paper. You shoved it to the side, rather embarrassed and prepared yourself to eat this rather cold pasta. You sighed and leaned back with the food in your lap. You continued to think. About what? Nothing specific, but somehow it would always go back to the man. Yoshikage Kira. What a smooth bastard. You quietly chuckled and continued feasting. Who knew what the future would hold for you from this point forward...