Various x Fem! Reader Yuri and Shoujo Ai One-Shots

Love Live!: Maki Nishikino x Fem! Reader Part 3

AN: Thanks to Wattpad's draft system, I've managed to stagger the releases of these continuations while keeping the order of things concise. Who knows, maybe part 4 may be in the works. Maki is just so precious.

(Y/N) = Your first name
(L/N) = Your last name

Sonata

To Maki-chan,

If you're reading this, then that means I was too much of a coward to tell you myself. That or I'm in no shape to do so. I've written and rewritten this letter so many times already and yet I still can't seem to find the right things to say. It's funny, huh? When were alone together I was always the confident, overbearing one. Sorry for that, and thank you for putting up with me for so long.

Sorry. I didn't think I could ramble in a letter. I'll get to the point now.

I'm sick.

It's not the kind of sick that'll pass with a week of rest and medication. It's the kind of sick that I'll need a surgery to have any hope of survival, but even then my odds aren't good.

Surprised, huh? Unless I slipped up at some point, and you found out. I always did my best to hide it. From you especially. I didn't want my cute junior to worry about me, after all. Almost every waking moment I spend is with people who look at me with pity, but with you I could act without restraint! I didn't need to hold back to keep people from worrying that I'd collapse! I didn't need to be a weak, frail girl with no future! I could simply be your caring friend and mentor.

That's what I thought at first.

As we gradually spent more time together, I naturally grew more fond of you. It wasn't long before I noticed the feelings budding in my chest. It was only augmented by our shared passion for music.

Say, did I ever tell you why I love playing the violin so much? If I did, then I guess you can just skip this part.

It started off pretty much like anyone else. My parents enrolled me in violin classes because they wanted me to play an instrument. Of course at first I was reluctant and didn't like it, but over time it started to grow on me. I love how the violin sounds. I love how the strings feel under my fingers. I love how refreshing it is to release all my pent up emotions into every stroke of the bow.

But most of all, I love how it makes me feel alive. The doctors told me that I shouldn't overexert myself, but I don't care! I want to play! I want to feel free! Even if it's just for a second, I want to forget about all my worries.

I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry. It's just so hard to properly sort my thoughts out like this.

Before I continue, allow me to say this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for keeping this a secret from you.

I'm sorry for being so annoying.

I'm sorry for being so selfish.

I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time.

But most of all...

I'm sorry for falling in love with you.

There it is. My true feelings.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you!

I can't help it. No matter how much I push these feelings of mine down, they just bubble back up to the surface every time I see you. Your vibrant hair, your pure eyes, your cute smile, and the way you act like a tsundere whenever you're embarrassed.

I love it all.

You're the only one who makes my heart beat faster than when I'm playing Beethoven's Kruetzer Sonata. You're the only one who's voice is sweeter then Chopin's melodies.

Truly, no words could describe how deep I have fallen for you.

That's why I wanted to write a song for you. No. Not just for you. For us. My future may be bleak, but you still have your whole life in front of you. You might've noticed the incomplete sheet music that was with this letter.

Please, I want you  to help complete it in my stead.

I know it's selfish of me to ask, but I don't want to disappear into the wind leaving nothing behind. I want to leave my mark in the world, and be remembered. By you especially.

Still, though, I don't want to die. Before I met you, I had resigned myself to my fate and was ready to accept it.

But now, I want to live.

I want to live and be together with you, to play music together, and to see your radiant smile. Maybe even go on a date together if you return my feelings.

That's why I've accepted to take part in the surgery. My chances of survival are as good as a coin flip, but that's enough to give me hope. Hope that we'll be able to see each other again one day.

So when that time comes, I'll be expecting to see a completed version of our song. That's an order from your senpai! Got it?

I won't forgive you if you forget! When we meet again and I find out that you forgot, then there'll be hell to pay! And if I don't survive, then I'll come back to haunt you from the grave!

Well, I think I've run out of things to write about, so I'm ending things here. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

I love you, Maki-chan.

And thank you.

Thank you for being there with me.

Maki's POV

I read through (L/N)-senpai's letter again, a small smile gracing my lips. I've lost count of how many times I've gone over it by now.

Through some twist of fate, I found out that she was being treated at my parents' hospital. Her condition had worsened, and as a result she had to be monitored constantly. Every time I went to see her she was always too unwell to take visitors, so I had to settle for staring at her serene, sleeping form until it was time for me to leave.

But senpai... I believe in you. I believe in the strong and kind girl with boundless optimism. I believe that you'll make it through this.

So I'll be waiting. I'll wait my whole life for you if I need to.

Putting the sheet of paper down, I place my fingers on the cool keys of the grand piano. Although (L/N)-senpai isn't here, it's almost as if I can still feel her presence right next to me. Encouraging me to pursue music.

I take a deep breath, pressing down on the keys and play the first chords of our song.