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Ayato x Fem! Reader ~ Fire

       "[y/n]." 

         It wasn't a question, or an exclamation. But neither was it a statement, either. The utterance of the name was almost a verbal caress, a slight sense of wonder portrayed through the vocalization of a single word. 

        The bearer of the name turned towards the speaker, a slight smile on her lips. 

        "Ayato." 

        A young man, with hair such a shade of blue that seemed to shine with silver streaks in the moonlight nodded at her. She wasn't expecting him to smile. He was Ayato, of course- but she didn't mind. [y/n] was perfectly willing to take the boy she loved as he was without question (or at least not much). 

         "What are you doing up here?" [y/n] questioned looking away from Ayato once more. From this view, here on the rooftop, she could see the lights of Tokyo spread out before her in a glorious array of gold and yellow and white and red. It was to bad that she could t see the stars, though. You never could in such a light polluted city as Tokyo. 

         Ayato hesitated for a moment before answering. "I followed you up here," he said gruffly, not meeting [y/n]'s eyes as she looked at him with one eyebrow raised. 

        "Why did you follow me up here, then? Not that I'm complaining, but I'm just curious." 

        He shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring out at the city before them. "It's nice, I guess," he muttered, avoiding the question. "But I don't see why you come up here so often."

        [y/n]'s eyebrows rose up her forehead. "And how, may I ask, do you know that I come up here often?" 

         The boy's cheeks flushed but he tried to hide it, flicking a strand of cobalt hair from his eyes as he spoke. "I just do."

         "That's such a descriptive answer," she said drily. "Such exquisite imagery." 

         Ayato still refused to meet her eyes, and [y/n] smiled internally. Even if he wasn't willing to admit it quite yet, she saw through his little defenses easily enough. Hopefully, though, he would tell her tonight. 

         The slight breeze suddenly stopped and neither of them uttered a word. It was eerily silent, but in a way it was also peaceful. Quiet wasn't all bad; it was just more time to think and reflect. 

         "How do you feel about me, [y/n]? Are you afraid of me? Do you hate me for what I've done?" the teen suddenly burst out, gritting his teeth. He seemed almost distressed, and if [y/n] knew Ayato at all then he was also distressed to be seen in such a vulnerable position. 

          But still. She turned to stop it, but there was no stemming the flow of laughter that flooded from [y/n]'s mouth, deep belly laughs that shook her entire body. Ayato stared at her in confusion, frozen, it seemed, as if trying to determine what exactly the laughter meant. 

         "Oh, Ayato," [y/n] laughed, throwing back her head. "How can you even ask such a question?"

         He stared at her, blue eyes wide and startled. [y/n] didn't think that she'd ever seen him quite this emotionally vulnerable before and it was touching to see Ayato like this. 

         "We've been on so many missions together. I've killed just as much as you have, eaten just as much as you have, loved every minute of it just as I know that you must have. Afraid of you? Ayato, that's laughable. If anything I'm afraid of... Afraid of what you can do with this hold you have on my heart." She froze suddenly, cheeks burning scarlet as she realized what she'd just said. 

           Ayato stared at her in disbelief, as if not believing what he'd just heard. 

          "You... Like me?" he said slowly, clearly enunciating every syllable. "As in... Love me?"

        [y/n] whirled around, still blushing furiously. "Don't make me say it again, asshole." 

         She shivered as she felt a hand grab her wrist. Not in an overly rough grip, but surprisingly gentle for a boy usually so abrasive and pushy. [y/n] looked over at him in surprise, but Ayato said nothing, simply moving his fingers to intertwine with hers as they stood together, admiring the beautiful rooftop view. 

        Perhaps, [y/n] thought fleetingly through her dizzyingly happy emotions, there was no need for any words to be spoken in the first place. He was her fire, after all, the flame that kept her burning and fighting and living and loving, the flame that lit her path with a steady, unwavering light. It wasn't always a gentle fire, for sure, but [y/n] would never have to worry about being in danger from Ayato. Her Ayato. The thought left her warm inside and her fingers gently squeezed those of the young man best to her. 

        "You're my fire, Ayato," [y/n] whispered softly, lips brushing against his ear. "You wanted to know what I think of you? You're the fire that burns constantly within me, keeping me sane and free and alive. You light the darkness of this path I walk, clearing it of shadow once and for all. Because the truth is... 

        "I love you." 

        Three simple words. Not many, but carrying such a powerful message. And so the young man and woman stood on that rooftop, hands linked, simply standing there and enjoying the warm and tingling sensation that those words had brought to both of them. They were powerful, yes- almost unspeakably so. 

       But they were also very, very true.