Identity V x Reader

Andrew x Reader (fluff) Pt.1

You looked through the black veil that covered your face at the coffin in front of you. It was already being covered by dirt. The only things you could hear were the cries, sobs, and some screams coming from the family. You couldn't do any of that. Of course, you were sad because your husband had died, but you never really knew him. Being in an arranged marriage only for political means, you only slept on the same bed and sometimes had dinner together, but he was always out in a meeting with important people or having fun with his affairs. And you had to stay home, waiting for him with a bright, wide, forced smile.

"Poor you." An old woman tapped your shoulder. "You are so young..." You heard that all day. Everyone came to you, gave you a hug, some kind words, and mentioned the fact that you were a young widow.

When the coffin was fully covered, you let out a long sight. It was it. You didn't know what you were going to do after that. You wasted two years of your life on that relationship, and seeing your husband being buried made you feel lost.
While you were lost in your thoughts, you sensed someone staring at you. You looked around and besides all the people that observed and talked about you with pity on their face, there was a man. A tall, pale, white-haired man, that looked away as soon as you noticed him. He wasn't a complete strange for you, but you couldn't tell exactly who he was. Like you lost control of your muscles, you slowly walked up to him. When he noticed that you were getting closer, he tried to run away.

"Wait." You put your hand on his shoulder.

"S-Sorry for... staring at you. I-I was just-" He stuttered.

"It's okay." You gave him a faint smile. "I was just thinking that you look familiar. Do we perhaps know each other?"

"You are (Y/N), right?" You were surprised at first but then realized that he must have read it somewhere. He buried your husband, after all. You only nodded, curiously expecting his answer. "We... we studied together."

Your eyes widened when he said that. Of course, it was him! How could you forget?

"Andrew?!" You said it louder than you planned. You immediately covered your mouth with your hand. Andrew slowly bobbed his head, his cheeks getting red. "It's... It's so good to see you." You had to hold yourself back not to hug him. "Not a great occasion though."

"You are right." He kept his head down to hide his blush. You found it cute.

"We should meet some other time. It's been quite some time." You tried to brush the awkwardness away.

"Hm... Sure. I have to go now." He walked away before you could even say goodbye.

That day you came back to your house and felt extremely lonely. Despite not loving your husband, the big house seemed empty without him. You tried to distract yourself by talking to the employees and helping in the kitchen, but you couldn't bring yourself to sleep in the same bed at night. You couldn't even sleep that night, there were a lot of thoughts in your head about your husband's death and Andrew.
Andrew Kreiss had changed since the last time you saw him, but he still looked like that sad, naive, shy teenager you used to know. You met him in eighth grade. He used to be that bullied boy that everyone made fun of because of his white hair and lack of physical strength. You usually heard some of your friends talk about him and how he would never get a girlfriend being such a "weirdo". You never really saw him around the school, until one day when you had to go to the bathroom during a break. After you got out, you saw two guys talking loudly to someone, and you could tell those were very mean things they were saying. You approached them rolling up your sleeves.

"Five seconds to explain yourselves." You gave them your death glare. "Five, four..." They suddenly apologized and ran away.

People knew that you were a tough girl. You were good at martial arts and could kick anyone asses if you wanted to. Besides that, they knew that even if you didn't destroy them using your habilities, you would use your words, that hurt just as much.