Where there is Love (Asahi x Reader)

T H I R T Y N I N E

Third Person's POV

He was settling in Paris rather nicely. The lessons he had taken had helped him greatly when he first arrived and he was just getting better and better. He had arrived a week before classes started so he could settle in and familiarize himself with the area. He spent the week sightseeing with his roommate, Simon, another foreign student from England.

With Simon speaking English and Asahi speaking Japanese, you would think that they wouldn't be able to get along effectively. Luckily for them, they both had some sort of proficiency in understanding French. Asahi was especially good at reading it but couldn't speak. Simon's French was excellent on the other hand. Despite his brilliance, Simon couldn't read French for shit. They had started helping each other out and thus, a friendship bloomed.

They walked up and down the streets of Paris and visited a variety of different stores. They had even found an amazing fabric store that they would definitely be returning to once the semester had started.

The week had passed quickly with all the activity between the two of them and soon enough, they were attending their first classes together. Simon asked the questions while Asahi made the notes, the perfect partnership.

Despite all the excitement of the first month at school, Asahi couldn't help but let his mind drift to his ex-girlfriend. He hated thinking of her like that. She wouldn't have been his "ex" if he wasn't so stupid.

Anytime he sketched a new design for his classes, a sense of sadness seemed to consume him. Everything he made, he made with her in mind. All of his pieces reflected her in some way, shape or form. You couldn't deny the sadness that his sketches displayed. Dark blues and blacks dominated the drawings. Dresses were made with heavy fabrics and suits were tailored with stiff sleeves. He was utterly depressing, according to Simon.

"Bro, what's wrong with you?" He asked once Asahi had finished yet another sketch of the same fashion. It had officially been 5 months since school had started but Simon had noticed something was off within the first two months.

"Nothing." Asahi responded before moving to the next assignment.

"You can't keep drawing this dark shit over and over again. This isn't your style. I've seen your other stuff before you were like... this." He waved his hand over the pile of discarded sketches that lay beside the former ace.

"I can't draw anything else," he groaned out and brought his hands to his face. He knew he was in a slump.

"What's got you like this in the first place? Maybe I can help you." Simon took a seat beside him. Obviously, something was bothering his new, Japanese friend.

"I can't speak French well enough to even tell you the story."

"Google translate, Japanese to English. Now I'm curious." Simon pulled out his phone and opened the application. "Okay, talk."

Asahi found himself immediately venting. Google translate was hardly accurate in translating what was said but Simon had a good enough idea.

"Damn. You fucked up. I'd be in a slump too if I did what you did." Simon pats his shoulder briefly, in a manner that was meant to be reassuring.

"How did that help me?" Asahi asked.

"That's not the advice, I'm just telling you that you fucked up. How can you have a whole girlfriend and you do the one thing that would ruin the whole relationship?"

"Don't remind me. I know."

"Ok, now for my advice to you. We should go out! We have a break coming up soon, we could go to a club or something. Maybe you can get drunk and make some happy art. Or you could also become even mopier and start crying on me. Maybe we shouldn't go clubbing."