My second book in my imagines collection. With characters from all fandoms, ranging from Satoru Gojo to Violet Baudelaire, and more! (With stories for both male and female readers!)
The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and jasmine, a heady mix that softened Nico di Angelo's ever-tense shoulders as he stepped off the boat onto the private dock. The villa ahead of him was nothing short of breathtaking, perched atop a lush green hill overlooking endless azure waves. For a moment, Nico hesitated, clutching the strap of his worn leather duffel bag. He wasn't sure he deserved this.
He wasn't sure he deserved her.
It had been years since Nico had spoken to Y/N. Years since they had fought side by side in battles that tested the limits of their courage and the bonds of their friendship. She had always been the warmth to his shadow, the laughter to his silence, and the colour in his grayscale world. But life had a cruel way of scattering even the strongest of friendships, and Nico had drifted away, first by circumstance, then by choice.
Because losing people hurt less when you pushed them away first.
But now, with nothing left but the ghosts of his past and an ache in his chest that no amount of shadow travel could numb, Nico had reached out. He'd half-expected Y/N to ignore him, to brush him off like a stranger. Instead, she had answered immediately, her voice on the phone bright and warm, as though no time had passed at all. And now, here he was, standing at the edge of her private paradise, feeling more like an intruder than a friend.
"Nico?"
Her voice reached him before her figure appeared, and when it did, his breath caught in his throat. Y/N stood at the top of the hill, a vision of effortless grace in a flowing white sundress. Her hair danced in the breeze, catching the sunlight, and her smile—gods, her smile—was the first true light Nico had seen in years.
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"Y/N," he managed, his voice rough with disuse. "Hi."
She bounded down the hill with the kind of joy that Nico had long forgotten, her bare feet skipping over the stones as if the earth itself welcomed her touch. When she reached him, she didn't hesitate. She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a hug so fierce it knocked the air out of his lungs.
"You made it!" she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder. "I was starting to think you'd change your mind."
For a moment, Nico froze, unaccustomed to such unabashed affection. But then his arms moved on their own, wrapping around her tightly. Her warmth seeped into him, thawing the ice that had encased his heart for so long.
"I almost did," he admitted quietly. "But I'm glad I didn't."
She pulled back, her hands resting on his shoulders as she studied him. Her gaze softened, her eyes—the colour of springtime leaves—searching his face with a tenderness that made him want to look away.
