HOMRA One shots (K project)

Yata x Reader - Screw You Is A Fancy Way Of Saying You Matter - Part 2

~ Reader's POV ~

Previously...

There was a man standing near the window, smoke rose from a cigarette that was merely a silhouette to me.

He flicked the ash off the end, taking another drag before glancing at me.

Then, he tossed the remnants of it into an ashtray and walked over to me, a chain on his pants rustling.

He walked under the dim light that lit the room and...

Oh my god.

My breathing hitched and my eyes widened.

Fiery red locks, piercing amber eyes that were strikingly so gorgeous, and a smirk that fell so perfectly to his lips.

"It's (Y/n), isn't it?" he asked coolly.

I nodded.

"Good, I'm Mikoto-"

"Suoh." I interrupted boldly, smiling widely at him.

I ignored the odd look Yata gave me, and the surprised, but knowing look that crossed Mikoto's face.

"You worked with my father."

Now...

Mikoto's gaze never left mine as his smirk grew.

"You remember." He stated.

I chuckled dryly, "Somehow, yeah, I do."

Mikoto turned away from me, pulling another cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with only a snap of his fingers. He wandered over to the window with his back turned to me.

"Tatara was the most optimistic person ever..." He began quietly.

I smiled, looking down at the floor. If my dad was anything, it was definitely that.

"He was kind and caring about everyone, even if it was an enemy." Mikoto scoffed, "But he always came through to our side in the end, even if he wasn't a fighter."

My cheeks filled with warmth, but it wasn't embarrassment or shame of any kind, it was simple admiration. I missed Tatara.

As much as my heart could.

"So, Mikoto-san, it sounds like you really liked my father?" I asked.

Mikoto didn't respond, he simply lifted the cigarette to his lips and breathed in deeply. Watching the smoke dissipate into the air of the room.

"I suppose, there wasn't anything bad about the kid, although... he was the most annoying person I've ever met."

My eyebrows furrowed, and a small smile appeared on my lips. From what I knew of Mikoto, I could understand how he found my father annoying. A guy like him could find anyone annoying though, at least that's what it seemed.

"Yeah, I guess I get that."

"I can only hope you're not a brat as well?"

"Well, you know, I can't promise anything. I am his-"

"Woah! Wait! Can we actually talk about what the hell is going on?" Yata interrupted, strolling into the middle of the room with his fists clenched.

I snapped my mouth shut, mostly in surprise at how quickly Yata cut me off. He must have not known that Tatara had a child.

"What is there to talk about?" Mikoto drawled lowly.

I could see the anger flare up in Yata's eyes as his glare towards Mikoto darkened.