Starbursts (Sunspot Fortnite X Reader)

Cracking Windows

Tucking into a roll after being flung off. Sunspot springs up onto his feet. Aggressively pointing at Imani before signing, "She was gonna break in!"

"No, I wasn't!"

"She was gonna break your window!"

"Nuh-uh!"

You hold your head in your hands. "Guys, guys, calm down, let's just," letting out an exasperated sigh you drop your hands to your sides. "Come inside and we can talk about it."

The two look at each other momentarily, a quiet rivalry in their stare. With a huff, Imani is the first to take a slow step forward. Her eyes waver on yours for a moment as she does, the seed of disdain turning into glimmers of somberness. Disappearing into your home you wonder if your home still feels warm to her.

"You coming in?" Guestering the route Imani took your attention goes back to Sunspot. Shifting the strap of his bag his gaze lifts to meet yours only to flick back down.

"I don't think I should be involved; it seems...personal between you two, I don't think there would be much benefit if I were there."

"Yeah, it is personal but..." Shifting awkwardly you take a step towards your home. "Your company is always appreciated."

His hand lifts to touch his chest.

"I'll be here if you need me," His eyes squint into a smile, "Go and get things over with before I freeze out here."

He shoos you away as you shuffle back inside. The pricking of cut grass against the soles of your feet makes them itchy. Upon the landing of your home, it feels plush in comparison.

As comforting as the ground may be, your feet become glued to the ground as if in wet cement, knowing what waits around the bend in your kitchen.

You wonder what Imani could be thinking...feeling. Being in a familiar place that was once so welcomed. Her shoes sit by the back door which you just came through after all. A twinge of sadness rising in your chest, she still remembered.

Taking soft steps into your home, drips of joy, anger, and melancholy fill your heart as Imani's form comes into view. Her face almost unreadable if it weren't for the way her eyebrows furrowed.

She must be feeling the same things as you.

"I know, I was a dick-head," Imani starts off, "I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I didn't take you seriously and that I had you wrong for so long."

Leaning an arm against the counter your memories shuffle by like files in a cabinet.

"I was pushing you aside and never once checked in on you when you were clearly struggling."

"....Why didn't you?" Glancing from the corner of your eye you wait.

"I don't know... it was easier," You nod. Imani tugs on the sleeves of her jacket. The quiet settling in, "...it was going to make me feel bad."

Blinking as you lift your head into a tilt, your lips trying to form words for a moment but unable, Imani continues, "If I asked you what was wrong I knew I had some part in it. I knew you were going to be upset with me...."

A waver in her voice brings you to a proper stance, wanting to place a hand on her back like the many times you have before. The many times she wasn't there to do the same.

Worriment settles into resentment.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you..."

You grow quiet again.

Walking to the stovetop and flicking it on, Imani steps to the side. Grabbing a pot, filling it with water the clanking of metal echoes through the kitchen.

"I'm good, I don't really-"

"Sunspot's going to be cold when he comes in." Your tone is soft and flat. Her shoulders softly drop.

"...I should...I should go then, huh?"She tugs her sleeves again. Nodding, you pull out the bags of tea from the cupboard.

"Thanks for hearing me out," Two steps are taken towards your back door, "I'm gonna call Dara y'know. Break things off."

Again you nod. "Let me know when you do."

"...You're still upset at me."

"How am I not?" You turn to look at her, "This isn't going to be fixed with a simple apology, Imani. Your actions speak enough."

It's Imani's turn to nod her head.

"I'll text you then."

Following the sound of her sneakers against your floor a sense of guilt passes through you. Front door latching open and then shut, she was gone. Although your back door was right there, she chose the long way.

Crossing your arms on top of the counter as you lean against it with a heavy sigh. Your body feels light. Head clear.

Unsure of where this could possibly go, at least you had the peace of mind that there truly was nothing more that you could do.

Stretching your arms, feeling the tension disperse from your forearms, extending into your shoulders. Opening your eyes you no note a small crack at the corner of your kitchen window.

"Sunspot!" You shout, running out your back door.

"What did I do!"