Ikemen Sengoku One-Shots

Yukimura (Angst, Very short)

Bright, colorful lights fill the air in tiny explosions as loud popping noises follow. Those around them cheer as the small person sitting on the corner of the deck stays silent. Fireworks no longer held the same meaning like when they were just a child. Instead of bringing joy, a single tear strays from their eye, slowly moving down their cheek as they bring their leg close to their body.

Yukimura Sanada once held them so tenderly while watching the fireworks. Touched them in places that turned both of their cheeks red. A memory from the day they got together that plays in their mind on nights like these. Still fresh in their mind being only around a year ago. That was before the wormhole tore them apart. Otherwise known as, the worst day of their life. When the bright fireworks light the sky, one can't help but wonder if he thinks the same thing when he sees them. Thinks of their relationship, what could have been.

There's no hope. Sasuke is still living in a different time period, and their knowledge on wormholes or any sort of time travel are close to none. For months, during every storm, they'd visit Nobunaga's grave. Sitting there for hours until it was over in hopes of going back again. The feeling of failure lead to a complete mental feeling of disarray, then eventually sadness. Healing looks almost impossible from the impact that man left. They long for his touch, his soft lips against their own. His odd ways of affection they never appreciated enough until it was no longer available. Everything. The single tears from before began to multiply, and soon their body begins to shake. No one notices, their sobs are drowned out by those damn fireworks. Such a good thing ruined.

So as the finale rounds of illuminations color the sky, sudden emptyness fills the young adults soul whilst thinking of their lost love.

(Experimented with writing for a genderless reader)