oneshots for &team!! includes: fluff, angst, all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities] 💛
╔══════════════════╗ KOGAYUDAI ✎ when we meet again ╚══════════════════╝
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You opened your eyes when the moon was half an hour from being at its height. Shrugging off Taki who was sleeping on top of you and carefully stepping out of the huddled pile of the rest of the boys, you made your way over to the shoreline and waited.
It didn't take long for him to walk up next to you. You wanted to look at him, but you kept your gaze on the water, too afraid that you'd break if you took even one look. The air was heavy and cold, and the pit in your stomach only grew as the seconds went by.
"Yudai." You finally broke the silence with a whisper, and turned your head to look at him. You immediately wish you hadn't.
No, it wasn't from the dried blood on his hands or the messy hair that made him look even more attractive than he already was. It was the wetness on his cheeks; the tears that had already escaped his eyes to slide slowly down until they hit the sand.
"I just don't think it's safe anymore." He whispered. His voice was choked up and a little raspy.
"W-we were doing fine, though. We were holding on." You tried to argue with him, but you knew it would be of little use. The past few months had been less than ideal, especially for the younger boys. You just couldn't think of accepting whatever Yudai was suggesting.
"We weren't— We aren't. We're not okay, Y/n. You know we're not." He let out a heavy sigh and brushed the tears off his cheeks. "I can't keep asking Yuma to go on food duty. He flinches if he even sees a bug. If we keep this up, they're all going to be traumatized. I don't want them to live like this."
"I know. But don't you think it's too extreme? Isn't there any other way?"
"No one is going to mess with you once I'm gone. You know they're only after me in the first place." He reasoned. You knew he was right. He was always right— always sensible while you were selfish.
"I don't want to go on without you." You said, a single tear slipping out.
He looked away from you, back at the water lapping at the shore and the moon shining brightly against the sand.
"I'll find you again. Once I get them, I'll find you again." He muttered. You reached for his hand weakly. You knew you shouldn't. Any amount of contact with him would make it a million times harder for both of you, but you couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand being right next to him and not embracing him; not touching him in some way, providing any comfort that you could. You knew he desperately needed it.
He didn't shake off your hand, which was what you were most afraid of. The fact that he still held you with the same warmth simultaneously made it better and so much worse. You weren't sure how you would survive for any amount of time without him.
"What if you can't find me again?" You whispered your worry aloud and Yudai squeezed your hand. His hand was cold despite the warmth of his love. His fingers were practically icicles and the dried blood still stuck to them didn't help. You didn't mind the cold or the blood. All you wanted was one last chance to hold him.
"I will find you. I promise." He assured you, resting his forehead against yours. A tear fell from his eyes and landed on your cheek. You reached up one of your hands to cup his face.
"I'll wait for you. Even if it takes 10 years, or 20, or 50— I'll still be waiting." You promised him back.
He nodded, silently agreeing that he would also wait for you. His breath was cold hitting your lips; so cold that the thought of hypothermia crossed your mind. But you knew you had no time to ask about it or to worry. You had seen him get through worse; a bit of exposure to the chill of the winter wouldn't be the end of him.
Though his lips were cold, the kiss was warm. You hoped it warmed his body as much as it warmed yours. It spread from your heart to your stomach and up your neck to your head. You felt light as if you were floating. The dread that was weighing in your stomach for so long lessened as you thought of his promise.
This wasn't the end. It was just a pause. He was going to find you again.
When he broke off the kiss, you knew you didn't have much time left, so you pulled him close into your arms for your last hug. He hugged you tightly, as if you were the one disappearing and not him. And as soon as he started pulling away again you wanted to cry, or pull him back, or try to think of a better solution— anything to not watch him walking away from you.
But you stayed silent. You had already been selfish; wanting one last touch, one last hug, one last kiss. You should have let him go without the promises and without the tears. Watching him disappear before your eyes, giving you one last look before escaping into the trees was like a stab to your heart. You dropped to the sand in tears. The hurt seeped into every part of your body, an ache, a stab, a lurch; it was overpowering.
Surely, the pain would be bearable if you had only loved him less?
