Yukio Okumura X Reader OS

waiting.

            You stood in a nasty downpour, your black coat wet and clinging to your body.  You looked up at the sky in annoyance as the fat droplets continued to fall from the blanket of black cloud cover.  You hoped he was all right.  You were always worried that he might not come back.

            A figure was coming down the path toward you, but with the bad rainstorm it was hard to tell who it was.  They stopped for moment, maybe seeing you, before continuing at a more rapid pace.

            “(Name)!” a familiar voice shouted over the rainstorm.

            Yukio.

            You smiled and tears broke past your eyes, though they were indistinguishable from the raindrops.

            You met each other halfway, and just stood in the rain, looking at one another.  He’d only been away on a mission for a few days, but it felt years longer than that.

            “You’ll catch a cold in this weather, (Name).” he said finally, removing his Exorcist uniform to place it on your shoulders.

            “I missed you, Yukio,” you told him, taking one of his hands.  His shirt became almost immediately drenched, and he flinched as the cold penetrated his skin.

            “I missed you, too, (Name),” Yukio answered, stepping closer to you again, and being so much taller than you he acted as a shield against the rain. 

            He wasn’t wearing his glasses, and that made his eyes even more striking in the darkness, loose strands of his ebony hair stuck to his forehead.  When you looked down at his hands you saw the limp wrapping.  You looked back up at him, concern gracing your features.

          “What happened?”

          “Oh,” it was like he hadn’t noticed his bandaged hands.  He attempted to assure you.  “It was a Rot Demon, but I’m fine, really.”

         You licked the rain from your lips nervously.  “Well, I’m glad you’re back and in one piece.”

         Yukio smiled in that ever-gentle way.  “So am I.”

         You tipped you head up to gain more height, and Yukio leaned down to meet you the rest of the way.

        He smelled like smoke and gunshot residue.