Angel Blade (KDA x Male Reader)

II

"So yeah, that's how it turned out. I don't think I forgot anything."

"You dropped that much more directly than I thought you would, (Y/N)."

"That's just how I am, it's easier to get to the point that way."

"Maybe pulling your punches might've helped a bit more. For her, at least."

"I like to think she can take it."

Yasuo and I were sitting in plastic chairs next to a metal barrel, a low glow punching through the holes in the bottom of it. Someone earlier in the night started a fire inside of it, but the embers were coming to a halt. I seriously doubted anyone would do anything about it. I wouldn't at least, I was a very lazy person. The only thing that kept me from sleeping all day was obligation. I did that on purpose though.

He had a bottle of Corona in his hand, three fingers barely grasping the neck of the drink atop the armrest. I opted out of drinking tonight, feeling a need to keep a clear head. Besides, the nicotine already gave me the slightest buzz. The few cigarettes I smoked during the day didn't help much with that, building my tolerance up to a decent point. Maybe if I took a break for a week or two, I'd feel it a bit more.

Akali and Yasuo were good friends, resulting from his role as a producer for some of KDA's songs. She actually knew him from before that, but I didn't really know the extent of their relationship. All I know is that we met at a bar one random night, and from there it was history.

A brief silence followed his last statement. It wasn't really tense, just meant to get my thoughts out of my head. You needed to talk to someone every once in a while. The rest of the group had migrated to a different side of the abandoned warehouse, spraying something unrecognizable on the wall, idle chatter heard in the distance.

I held my phone up to my face, reading the numbers that lit up the screen. 2:30 AM. My eyebrows rose for a second, before sliding the device back in my pocket and looking up at Yasuo.

"You know, it's hard to think about that shit in the heat of the moment." I said, looking up at the rusted beams holding the ceiling together.

I continued on. "My goal was to be a bit more mature about it. Bringing it up when it happens is what I'd want someone to do for me, but you know that already."

Yasuo took his free hand and put it up to his chin, letting his other rest against his thigh. He adjusted himself slightly in his chair.

"True, but," he paused for a second, taking a sip of the drink in his hand. "It's better to remember that not everyone is like you, nor been in your shoes."

"How eloquent."

He rolled his eyes.

"I thought I knew her well enough. I guess we'll see what happens. It is what it is." I shake my leg slightly, trying to occupy my mind with something besides her and this conversation.

Yasuo noticed my slight worry, pushing himself off the chair. It made an awful sounding scrape across the cement, causing me to wince slightly. His face morphed into a sympathetic expression.

"I'll leave you to your thoughts, (Y/N). You have to figure it out, not me. I'm just an ear that will listen." He walked toward the rest of the group in the distance, tapping the half-drank bottle against his side.

He's good at reading people, like uncannily good. I don't know why.

I stared at the dying light of the fire, my mind replaying the events from earlier.

"I'm starting to catch feelings... for you. Figured I might as well bring it up now. Do you want to do something about them?"

She gave me a look in response. She then looks back at the ground, unconsciously pulling the helmet in her lap tighter toward her stomach.