Noritoshi Kamo x Reader /The 4 times Noritoshi loses you, and the one he doesn't

4th

In the previous months you and Noritoshi didn't keep up much with each other. Looking in retrospect, it didn't take a wise man to foresee the consequences of his previous actions. Something so wild, so sudden, had a clear possibility to fuck up a friendship he actually valued. It wasn't like you had gone completely silent, you still responded but much less and he had come to like your talks. But now, it just wasn't the same .

It was something small, something uncertain. He could smell it, like the scent of rain in the air. He could smell ozone. Something unsaid - or maybe, hopefully, he was just projecting. He couldn't blame you for your hesitation though. He knew his fear had made him mess everything up before and now it was just weird . He knew you were giving him a chance but he was too afraid and -

He truly was such a fool.

Maybe you had let go. Maybe he should truly let go. Maybe he shouldn't be holding out hope for something as he boarded that train. The last minute mission had been sent as an urgent matter, a two person job in some isolated place between Tokyo and Kyoto. It required two grade ones and you were the only two available. When the train you were in pulled up Noritoshi could feel the air at the station heavy and when he boarded it he could feel his heart strain to beat.

Noritoshi saw you in a window seat, the light bathing your face in an untouchable aura and it was hard to take the first step. The path to you soo short seemed like a lifetime, the cold air of the train cutting him like knives. He sat beside you and you smiled, but there was something wrong here. He could still smell ozone. The doors dinged close and the train moved again.

The rest of the trip was built on with half filled silences and a tension he could only feel but not justify. It was strange. Noritoshi tried to timidly touch your hand with his, but your response only made him unsure. And yet he was too much of a coward to face it head on and just do something, anything. So he just sat there, tasting the tension in his mouth like spoiled milk.

With time the strange feeling loosened its grip on Noritoshi, things easing into a more natural rhythm. Though, the tension still remained as a ghost in the corner of his vision. And even so, he was still just happy to be around you. He'd missed the sound of your voice, the way your hair looked in the sun and the smell of your perfume. Coffee and wood.

When you arrived in the town the sky was cackling. It was gray and heavy and the streets of the city were empty. You'd both agreed to just go look for the cursed spirit already, speed this thing along before the sky came falling. Maybe - with luck - you'd be able to get done with it quick. That was the plan. Surprising none of you, this was not a lucky day.

You were bruised and battered as you made your way back to the center of the town, rain falling with disregard and violence. The fight had taken the most out of the both of you, leaving you tired and shaken, but your cursed technique took a special toll on your body. Noritoshi had motioned to carry you but was fast shot down. You marched ahead of him, limping and mumbling something about what a pain it was gonna be, having to come back again to kill this thing.

Thunder burst into the sky once more, the rain falling ever angrier. With much effort Noritoshi managed to at least get you to accept his jacket, your shuddering frame worrying him more than your injuries. Last thing you'd need would be getting sick on top of all that. It had been almost fifteen minutes walking when Noritoshi saw the lit sign of a small inn. Shelter, finally.

The inn was old , an equally old woman standing behind the desk on the first floor. The wooden boards creaked under his feet and the lady looked at you both - dripping wet and clearly distraught - with suspicion but gave you a key anyway. Tiny stairs led to your room and Noritoshi could see as you tried to hide the pain in every step. He held you by the shoulders for support and this time you didn't fight it.