Randomly There? {Mikuo x Reader}

Forever I Waited

Oh dear, Kedo has reached a higher state of boredom. Her dog is whispering, "Notice me, please" from her kennel. What shall become of our brave writer, Kedo!?
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The box was sitting beside you, playing a soft tune that lulled you to sleep like it had a long time ago. The sun pressed it's heat against you, keeping you warm. Memories of the time flooded back to you through a dream. You indulged in the dreams, as though they were happening all over again...

(Third person)

The sixteen year old tealette grasped the scrap of paper in his hand, blushing. "She won't remember me... she won't be there... she's found someone else... she's mad..." he muttered this to himself as he walked the sidewalk. It was September, a warm, but bitter day. The firey leaves slowly fell down, it was so quiet, they could be heard. Mikuo glanced back at the paper. It was a little picture depicting a young ______. He took it closer to his chest, biting his lip. He exhaled, but drew a quick breath when he saw the hill. The leaves were raked away, the swing was like it had been when he left ____. He squinted, the setting sun was blinding, and he put his hand up to prevent the glare. His eyes widened as he saw her, but he thought it was some sort of mirage. He trudged up the hill, getting closer and closer. He shook his head over and over, then pinched himself. No. It wasn't a mirage.

It was _____.

(Second person)

You softly breathed, the warm sun still shining on you. The music box had stopped its tune a while ago. Suddenly, a winding sound was heard from beside you, a sniffle, then the tune played. You hummed, waking up. You slowly blinked, lifting your hand up to block the sun. Your arm was brushed lightly by a sleeve. Not your own, though. You turned your head slowly towards the wearer of the sleeve, finding yourself crying like a kid. "Is it really you!?" You said, tears streaming down your face.

Mikuo allowed his tears to fall as well, giving a little smile, "No. I'm a cardboard cutout."

You giggled and embraced him. He hugged you back, but you quickly got out of the hug and smacked him in the back of the head, "You promised!"

He rubbed the back of his head, "I did... I-I'm sorry I ever left you!"

Then, he hugged you, not letting go.