Bando x Shohei

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~ Bando's POV ~

I propped my head up on the palm of my hand, staring drearily out at the pessimistic weather. The raindrops splattered helplessly against the large bay window, trailing down to the frame.

I didn't flinch whenever they made a loud crack against the glass or when a bright flash of lightening lit up the bar. I couldn't care less because today, I was too angry.

Why? Well you see; it's Valentines Day.

And my boyfriend is nowhere to be found.

I huffed as I thought about this morning, he promised he would be here, we had the bar to ourselves and he said he had some things planned for the two of us.

But, like I said, he was nowhere to be found.

Part of me was itching at my conscious, telling me I should be worried that he could be caught out in this violent storm.

Another part of me -the stronger half- claimed that I should be angry, and so here I was.

As soon as it had started raining, the pedestrians walking around the busy Shizume streets had hurried to find shelter, leaving only the few who were brave enough to continue on their way. Those people were only morphed blobs in my field of vision from all the raindrops on the glass panes. I didn't know anything about them or where they were going, basically you could say I wouldn't know them at all.

"Just like him..." I chuckled dryly.

When Shohei showed up at the Homra bar, inquiring on joining us, I swore I jumped out of my skin from excitement, but I was also afraid and a little mad... I was always the one who had his back when we were kids, I was the one saving his ass and I don't even know if he appreciated it.

In fact, I still do, but now he actually tells me how grateful he is to have me and rewards me with a passionate kiss.

Back then though, his feelings weren't as strong as mine, I knew that.

But that anger and fear vanished over the following days and now we were actually in a loving and (somewhat) stable relationship. And I loved him deeply, except for moments like these.

A crash of thunder snapped me back to reality, lulling me away from the utterly mindless thoughts consuming me.

I winced inwardly, feeling the walls of the bar shake and shiver underneath the power of the storm, the lights flickered too for a moment and I breathed a sigh of relief when they stayed on.

I turned away from the window and stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of my clothes and throwing my hat on my head.

I walked over to the bar door, flicking off the lights and pulling my hood over my hat, I pushed open the door against the strong current and headed out, letting it slam behind me. I held my hat down as the wind roughly tousled my clothing. I smiled faintly and stuck my hands in my pockets, trudging down the street, not caring that I was getting completely soaked.

If Shohei wasn't coming back then why should I hang around the bar? There were plenty of things to do, even if it was storming.

However, as I trekked down the street, I could see couples together in restaurant windows and at flower shops. It made my heart ache and almost made me want to cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.

This probably wasn't the best idea after all, but that didn't make me turn back, I kept on walking, shivering profusely as the rainwater seeped past my clothing and chilled me to the bone.

My whole body was trembling when I finally decided to head into some kind of shelter to wait out the storm. If I didn't stop my melancholy rampage now, I could freeze to death.

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