VALORANT X READER ONESHOTS

Iso x Reader; Fallen

🍂Fallen🍂

warning: its sad.

song (headache, Asal): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yu4BKEziolA

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''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips''

Those were the lyrics that first stuck in your head, the song simply having a good ring to it. It was smooth, granted a bit of an angsty feel, but generally the song soothed you so much, only halfway listening to the lyrics that were being sung, not looking much more into it.

Those words, they sounded so pleasant, striking just the right chord in you, hitting just right on a giddy feeling you had when you first met him. He didn't talk much at first, but the few words spoken when he passed by, the small interactions, his body language, his looks... Everything. Every small thing you could look into without seeming weird- everything captivated you. And those were the song lyrics that seemed to have flooded your mind the first time you got to look over all those details.

It was a fall afternoon, slightly cloudy, slightly chilly. The colder wind of end October was brushing onto your skin like a cold caress, one that was welcome that day. You remember how warm you felt, how flustered you had been after the small interaction. You remember that the small interaction had pulled you out your usual routine- where you'd put on a fake smile and greet customers as they walked into the small cafe, where you'd hide your dull boredom with a wide smile and a cheery tone.

A bland Wednesday in fall- that's what it was; that is what it should have been and that's how it should've stayed. And yet there you were, stunned as you looked over the new customer- one you have never met before. It wasn't a regular, not even someone who had visited in the past. No, this one was different- there was so much different about him that you remember you had frozen when greeting him in.

Hair dark as night, eyes a beautiful lilac, a jaw sharper than a blade and lips fuller than the moon. It was a bit of a cringey poetic way to describe him, but your mind couldn't help itself- the man was out of ordinary; he was different. When he got closer to the counter where the register was and you were standing behind of, you just remembered how tall he was.

''...You okay?'' He had asked, breaking your line of thoughts. ''Oh- yea don't mind me- haha... What can I get you?'' you had responded, trying to play it cool, putting back up the customer service mask. ''I would like a simple black tea and... A slice of lemon pie please.'' He ordered- a simple, if not plain order. ''Of course, I'll get that done for you. What's the name for the order?'' . There was a pause, a slight hesitation, as if debating what to say. You couldn't tell if the extra question had simply caught him off guard or if he was simply not comfortable giving his name. ''Yu Zhao.'' He finally said a bit more quietly- and you could've sworn there was a ghost of a smile on his lips.

The memory of your first meeting flowed through you mind like a broken record, blinking back to reality momentarily. The song- The damned song, it was still playing in the background on your phone. You didn't even realize it was playing this whole time- but it would explain why you were slowly thinking back at when you first met him.

You moved a bit- you were laying in the queen sized bed, now laying on your side. The bed felt awfully big now that you were alone in it. It was a harsh reality, and you still couldn't wrap your head around it. Tears prickled on the side of your eyes, burning as they were desperately hanging on- trying so hard to not roll down your cheeks. But just as your breath caught in your throat- it was bound to happen, just like all the times before; all the nights before.