↳❝The only problem is that he's on a screen, but he's the man of my dreams❞
➼𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 I write Bungou stray dogs oneshots and headcanons.
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Drabble: His hair reminded you of the autumn leaves, on the verge of falling yet strong to withstand winds.
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All the leaves of ginkgo tree seemed to transform their leaves from yellowish lime green to a shade of red, orange and brown as the weather changed its face, this time putting up a face of nostalgic yearning, calling itself with the name Autumn.
Your face put up a face of dissatisfaction and nostalgia as you stared at the leaves on the ground, all which had fallen due to aging or wind.
The color of the leaf reminded you of him, on how his hair shared the same orangish-gingerish shade like the leaves, and how his whole personality was like the autumn leaf, where his past collided his presence, making him fall over every time he went wrong yet through all this, his willpower and his commitment to the port mafia he never dared to fall behind.
The winds blew as your hair gently flowed to the direction of air, and how the kids around you were playing with their families whereas lovers rejoined under the trees, making time worth memories.
He wasn't there with you, because after all
you were his enemy, his ex lover , a member of ADA and the spring to his autumn he never need.
"Lovely day to here again isn't it L/N?" He said, as he came behind you. He was in casuals, a sight you rarely saw now.
"Well if isn't Nakahara himself" you replied, somewhat mocking him with your presence, "Its Chuuya for you" he replied, a clear line of annoyance hinted his face, his lips turning into a frown afterwards.
Taking his hand, you intertwine yours, as you dragged him under the tree plucking out the leaf you saw earlier, before placing it on his hand, saying
"Happy Anniversary love, this autumn reminded me of you"
and with that, you left him under the autumn tree confused, alone smiling a little at yourself
he stared at the autumn leaf on his hand, the perfect shade of orangish-gingerish color, before he crushed it in his hand watching the remains of it fall on the ground, just like his love for him.
