And You Disappeared (K Project X Reader)

4: Rain and Arising Feelings

Your P.O.V.

I pulled the (f/c) hood over my small frame as I sat and watched the rain, small pellets of water spitting on my hands as the remainder of the drops decorated the balcony with small puddles. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their small beads of water. The roofs of cars and buildings danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain tapping against the window creating a sound similar to the buzzing of angry bees putting me at ease. Up to now the sky had been postcard-perfect but it was changing. The beautiful lavender purples and tulip oranges of the early sunrise had begun to darken into a gravel-grey. Large pillows of clouds had formed, blotting out the gold color of the sun. I sat on the wooden floor in Mikoto's room, my chin resting on my knees while my feet and hands stuck out onto the balcony trying to catch the rain. A light hum escaping my lips as my (f/c) and (e/c) eyes scanned the glum but rather beautiful scenery of Shizume City from afar with the sound of Homra downstairs to keep me company in the cold empty room. It has been exactly one full week since Tatara took me in and I made the decision to join Homra and in all honesty I couldn't of been happier. I considered the bar to be home right away especially with everyone going out of their way to make me feel that way. Everyone made me feel special in their own way even if they didn't realize it. For Izumo it was his constant flirting and compliments that always made me laugh and smile along with Tatara's kind and cheery personality that provided my every need. Then there was Anna, ever since day she gave me one of her marbles we have become inseparable. We were together at almost all times from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night. Most of the time it was Anna who would cling onto the jacket or shirt I was wearing and follow me around like a lost puppy, showing me small but sweet signs of affection like a small smile or a tight hug around my leg. Then last but not least was Mikoto and Yata. If I wasn't with Tatara, Izumo, or the other clansmen I was with either Mikoto or Yata. It was just something about them that always caused my head to spin. Whether it was to follow Mikoto to his room to watch him smoke or to sit at his feet when he went to sleep on the couch I followed him everywhere. Everything about him made me confused but I bound and determined to figure him out but so far...with little success. Once I thought I had him all figured out something would cause me to start back from square one making me more confused than before especially when the most I got was a grunt or a quick glance or if I was really lucky a pat on the head that always caused me to blush. It was also the same with Yata. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to figure him out and every little thing about him caused my head and chest to pound to the point where they seemed to ache. For Yata it was the day I fell on him that he immediately caught my interest and I suspect that I caught his too because everyday after that he has come to the bar, bringing​ new things to show as well as teach me about. Most of the things he brought turned out to be games that he would teach me how to play even though he wasn't the best teacher...but none of the less I looked forward to each of his lessons if it meant I could spend time with him. The gentle tones of my humming become louder as I close my eyes and embrace the rhythm until finally my brain figures out the tune. It was "Alice" and all at once I recall who taught me the beautiful song and a certain person's schoolboy grin flashes in my mind. But it's gone almost as soon as it appears. Suddenly the sound of boots and a chain cause my ears to perk up but I didn't turn my head, I didn't need to. Then the smell of rain was overpowered by the aroma of cigarettes, Cologne, and... Pancakes? Then before I know it I'm flicked in the forehead causing my hands to fly up to my head in surprise. "H-hey! What was that for?" I whine and glare up at the tall redhead who loomed over me with a cigarette between his lips and a plate in his hand. "Eat" Mikoto says simply, ignoring my question and pushing the plate in my general direction. I make a small grunt but gladly take the plate and set it in my lap only to clap my hands together in glee as my mouth waters at the sight of fluffy pancakes. "Ah! Thank you Mikoto-san!" I say happily, completely forgetting about before as I grabbed the fork resting on the plate and started to eat my food hungrily. I expected Mikoto to leave after that, he never stayed in the same room as me for long if it was up to him but surprisingly... He didn't. He wasn't leaving or even making a move to leave but rather staring at me. "What?" I ask not daring to leave my plate of food unattended as I stared up at the tall King in question waiting for his answer if he would even give me one. "You eat like a horse." Almost immediately I could feel a dark blush spread across my face like wildfire in both anger and embarrassment at the bold comment. "I-I do not! I'm j-just h-hungry!" I answer sheepishly, my anger turning more into shame than anything else as I stand up taking the empty plate and fork with me as I make my way towards the door, leaving the beautiful rainy scenery and my warm spot behind. "Mean!" I hiss while turning to point my finger at a smirking Mikoto with a glare, then with a flip of my hair I make a small grunt and start making my way out the door, my head held high. But just as I'm about to walk out of the room the sudden sound of shuffling and boots caused me to stop dead in my tracks only for me to yelp in surprise at the feeling of warm arms wrapping themselves around my waist and someones chin rest on my shoulder. I could only stand there and feel my blush grow at the feeling of Mikoto's hot breath against my neck before sighing and placing his hot lips against my shoulder. The feeling of Mikoto's lips on my skin made every nerve in my body feel like a live wire and made my chest pound in a way I couldn't explain but I did know one thing about the weird feeling. I craved more of it. "M-Mikoto? What are you doing?" I stutter shakily, my voice only raising barely above a whisper like all the breath I had, had been knocked out of me. I only get a quiet grunt in response and suddenly I feel Mikoto's lips form into a smirk as I'm surprisingly hauled into the air and over Mikoto's shoulder, the plate in my hands falling to the floor with a loud crash! Making me gasp in surprise. "Mikoto! Put me down!" I squeal in between my laughter as I clutch the back of Mikoto's white shirt tightly as he began to walk out of the room and into the hallway only instead of walking towards the stairs he walks in the opposite direction towards another room only to push it open revealing a bedroom I had never seen before. There was one simple bed that was pressed up against the north wall right below a window and next to the bed was a dresser with small trinkets on it along with what looked like guitar picks which made complete sense when my eyes settled on the acoustic guitar leaning against a single chair in the corner of the room. I have no more time to scan the room for I am gently thrown onto the bed by Mikoto. "What are we doing in here? Who's room is this? Why-" I'm cut off by Mikoto placing his hand over my mouth and throwing a pile at clothes at me causing me to mumble a few unpleasant words under my breath but none of the less I knew to shut up. "You talk too much" Mikoto sighs then nods towards the pile of clothes in my lap "just get dressed and go outside" was the last thing he said before removing his hand from my mouth and walking out the room, closing the door behind him. I stare at the door in embarrassment and confusion as I slowly place a hand on my lips "maybe...I do talk too much..." I whisper to myself. The last thing I wanted to do was have Mikoto not like me and if talking too much was the problem then I would fix it. A new smile appears on my face as I turn my attention to the pile of clothes in slight confusion, until it finally hit me. After I joined HOMRA it was immediately established that I had to where clothes at all times no matter how restricting or uncomfortable I found them to be but...being that I didn't own any was a problem. So after pulling some strings Izumo gladly provided money to buy me some and Tatara set a date aside for just that. And today was that day. I laugh at myself quietly for forgetting as I looked at the outfit and my smile only grew wider upon seeing the clothes that reminded me of a certain King and Vanguard.

Mikoto's p.o.v

The smell of smoke and the faint scent of rain wafted throughout the humid air as I stood outside, leaning against the brick wall of the bar with the rest of HOMRA while we all waited for a certain idiot. I hated her. Everything about her...at least I wanted to. Every time I looked at her or heard her speak I got a weird feeling in my chest that I couldn't explain no matter how hard I tried. I'd never felt this way towards someone and I didn't like it one bit. I refused to like her but at the same time my body refused to let me hate her. A angry sigh leaves my lips even thinking about the situation so I put it to the back of my mind as I wait and look over to the rest of the bars attenders. Tatara was going on and on about what he had planned for the day while Izumo just nodded his head dismissively. Then there was Rikio, Bando, Eric, and Shouhie who we're all picking on Yata about God knows what but I wasn't interested at the moment. I take another drag from my cigarette and then look down to see Anna standing at my side, one of her hands clutching my coat as she stared down at the ground with a bored expression. "Ah! (Y/n)-chan! You look beautiful!" "T-thank you Tatara" I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of (Y/n)'s voice and I look up only for my eyes to widen and my cheeks to flood with color. There standing right next to Tatara with was (Y/n) with a shy smile and dark blush wearing an outfit I would have killed to see her in. She was slightly bent over, her knees pressed together and hands fumbling nervously with the short (f/c) skirt she was wearing. Her position only showed off more of her chest and body figure in the clingy (s/f/c) keyhole sweater she wore, I barely even noticed the (color) stockings and (color) (shoes of choice) she also wore. Her hair was down and shined even in the dull light of the cloudy weather along with her shiny (f/c) collar. But (y/n) wasn't the only thing I noticed. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Yata who was looking at (y/n) with a dark blush and his hands in shaky fists at his side. I could feel something start bubbling in my chest. A feeling I couldn't explain but I could explain one of the many emotions I was feeling and it was anger but I had no time to dwell on it for I was again pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the young strains voice. "Mikoto? Mikoto we're leaving now" she chirped, I realized I was so focused on Yata that I didn't even notice that (y/n) was standing right next to me with Anna in her arms and a wide smile on her face that was directed only towards me. "Well let's go, slow poke!" She giggles not waiting for me to answer as she takes my hand in hers and starts walking with me right behind her. A frustrated sigh leaves my lips at the sudden gesture and the long painfully boring day I would be having but I couldn't help but feel my heart swell at the feeling of (Y/n)'s hand in mine.