"Okasan, Ohayou!" I greeted as we entered the kitchen. Rei's house was still the same as it was the last time I went, the photographs on the wall were unmoved and the plastic flowers still had their vibrant colors in the antique vas laying on top of the kitchen counter.
"Be careful, y/n" she said handing the chilled bowl of homemade soba. As we said our thanks, we rushed towards his bedroom. It felt bittersweet being able to feel like a child again.
Rei slid the door open to his room, the olive green walls had papers of different sketches and faded photographs of our youth plastered onto the wall. "Nothing has changed with your house," I say looking around, his guitar sat on his bed, as per usual.
"Yeah" he chuckled, "Come sit" he moved his guitar to the side and patted his bed motioning me to come over. "What's up lately?" he asked as he slurped onto the thick noodles.
"What up with you" I joked. "You seemed to..." I sat down beside him, the bowl still in my hands.
"What?"
I looked at him dismayed, "you don't hang out with me as much as we used to" I said causing him to pause.
"I'm sorry"
"Oh, don't be," I said in sarcasm. "It's not like I permanently thought you hate me"
"Well, partly true..." He raised his shoulder up and squinted.
"What?"
He let out a nervous chuckle, "nothing, just... no offense, I just sorta felt off one day." he said taking another bite, "you kind of kept talking about him and--" he groaned and moved his head left to right.
"him, George?" I said confused
with his mouth full he replied, "yeah"
"Where is this coming from?"
He placed the bowl on his nightstand, "y/n"
"Rei"
"fuck.." he pushed his hair back with his hands and pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose.
"What? You can tell me" I reached to put my bowl beside his. He looked at me with his mouth slightly open, trying to find the right words to say. "Rei?"
"I like you, okay?" He blurted out. Baffled, I shook my head. "Can we just... fucking eat in peace?"
"In peace? You started making this awkward, Rei."
"I started making this awkward? What do you think I felt when you kept yapping about Joji all these years? His voice raised, "he never even talked about you!"
The room fell quiet, too quiet, it was deafening. Without saying another word, I stood up from the bed and left.
As I reached the front of his house, I ran towards nowhere. The blue skies gradually exhibited a gray display with dull clouds hovering over it.
I was breathless when I came to a halt, I could still hear rapid footsteps from behind, he was calling after me.
"y/n"
I turn around, without another motion, I come closer to him, his lips were on mine, united under the crying skies.
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Next Stop, Brooklyn (A Joji x Reader Fanfic)
FanfictionAnd although things did not got as planned, I am certain that we are much taller in another dimension.