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adoresia · 15 days ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CHAPTER 8 : in the quiet between us

Sia here ! : This is so cute guys I made this too cute ngl. Also I completely forgot to add the top banner with the blue bow idk what happened im gonna go back and add em’. Also scheduled this for 00:52 instead cause I think they won’t post cause I keep posting them at 11pm so if I wake up and these aren’t posted I’m gonna crash out 😤😤😤😤

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The day of the Christmas party dawned cold and clear, the morning sun casting a pale glow over the world dusted in snow. You were sitting at your desk, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, while you pulled on a sweater and tried to gather your things. Yuji’s voice buzzed cheerfully in your ear, cutting through the morning stillness.

“Don’t forget the cupcakes,” he reminded, his tone light but insistent. “I worked hard on those, you know.”

“You mean I worked hard on those,” you corrected with a small laugh. “You just made a mess.”

“Hey, i was moral support.” Yuji protested, his voice playfully indignant.

“Right, because smearing flour all over the counter like a 5 year old is so supportive,” you teased, the warmth in your voice betraying your fondness for the memory.

Yuji chuckled, the sound soft and warm, like a hug wrapped in laughter. “Whatever, just don’t forget them, alright? And, uh… see you soon.”

“Yeah,” you said, the word sticking in your throat for a second before you shook off the sudden wave of nervousness. “See you soon.”

As the call ended, you set the phone down and took a moment to steady yourself. The conversation from last night lingered in your mind, its weight pressing softly against your chest. You thought of how Yuji had listened to you, his unwavering gaze, and the sincerity in his words. Trust didn’t come easily to you, but Yuji… felt different. The thought followed you as you packed up the cupcakes and made your way through the icy streets to Yuji’s dorm. The snow crunched beneath your boots, the cold air sharp against your cheeks, but your thoughts were warmer than they’d been in a long time. You felt something stirring deep within you, a fragile bloom of hope that you weren’t sure how to nurture.

When you arrived, the dorm was a riot of sound and color. Music pulsed softly from a speaker in the corner, and the glow of string lights cast a cozy golden hue over the room. Yuji greeted you at the door, his smile brighter than the lights around him.

“You’re here!” he exclaimed, taking the cupcakes from your hands like they were the crown jewels. “You took so long I thought you got lost in the snow.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched upward. “I’m not like you, believe it or not.”

“That was just a comedic act, I don’t actually trip.,” Yuji said, winking as he carried the cupcakes to the kitchen.

Despite the bustling energy of the room, you found yourself naturally gravitating toward Yuji. He moved through the crowd with an easy charm, laughing with friends and making everyone feel included. It was hard not to be drawn to his warmth, even as you made an effort to chat with Nobara and Maki.

The three of you fell into a conversation about holiday traditions, your laughter mingling with the music as you shared stories. Nobara’s animated gestures and Maki’s dry humor kept you entertained, but your gaze kept drifting toward Yuji.

At some point, you found yourself sitting beside Yuta on the couch, the chatter of the room fading slightly as the two of you settled into a quieter conversation.

“You’ve been sticking close to Yuji tonight,” Yuta remarked, his tone casual but knowing.

You hesitated, your fingers toying with the hem of your sweater. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“Is there something going on between you two?” he asked gently, his eyes kind but curious.

You sighed, the weight of the question pressing against your chest. “We talked last night,” you admitted. “I told him about… why it’s so hard for me to trust people. And he was amazing about it, but now I don’t know how I feel. Or how he feels.”

Yuta nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yuji’s a good person. He really cares about you, I don’t think you have to worry about that. But it’s okay not to have everything figured out right away.”

“Thanks, Yuta,” you said softly, appreciating his quiet reassurance. “I think I need some air.”

He didn’t stop you, only offering a supportive smile as you slipped out of the room. The cold night air greeted you like an old friend as you made your way to the rooftop. The world was quiet up here, the snow blanketing the city in a hushed stillness. You sat down on the edge, your breath puffing out in small clouds as you tried to sort through the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

Back at the party, Yuji felt the shift in the air almost instantly. The absence of your laughter, your presence—it hit him like a missing note in a song, a space that should have been filled. His gaze swept the room, darting from group to group, searching for you amidst the holiday chaos.

“Hey, Nobara,” he interrupted, stepping into her conversation with Maki. “Have you seen Y/N?”

Nobara tilted her head, her brow furrowing. “Not recently. I thought they were with Yuta a while ago.”

Without wasting a second, Yuji crossed the room to Yuta, his steps quick and purposeful. “Yuta, where did Y/N go?” he asked, urgency creeping into his voice.

Yuta looked up, his expression calm but concerned. “They said they needed some air.”

Yuji paused for a moment, processing the words, before nodding. The warmth and energy of the party seemed distant now, replaced by the cold unease settling in his chest. He didn’t need to ask anything else—he just knew.

The hallway was quiet as he stepped out, the soft hum of the party fading behind him. The chill of the winter air wrapped around him like an omen, matching the knot tightening in his chest. He searched instinctively, each step filled with purpose, the sound of his shoes against the floor echoing in the stillness.

It didn’t take him long to find you. The rooftop door creaked slightly as he pushed it open, and there you were perched on the ledge, curled in on yourself like a small figure carved from ice. Snowflakes swirled gently around you, catching in your hair, while the glow of the city lights painted a faint halo over you.

Yuji’s breath hung in the air as he approached, his footsteps crunching softly against the snow. For a moment, he hesitated, struck by the quiet vulnerability of the scene—the way the world seemed to pause around you, holding its breath.

The rooftop was a quiet, frozen haven, the snow falling softly like whispers between the sky and the earth. You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, the cold biting at your skin but dull in comparison to the storm brewing inside you.

When Yuji called your name, it cut through the silence, his voice steady but layered with worry. You didn’t turn to face him right away, the weight of everything pressing too heavily on your chest. The crunch of his footsteps grew closer, hesitant but deliberate, until he stopped a few feet away.

“Hey,” he murmured gently, as though afraid to break whatever fragile thread was holding you together.

“Hey, you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave like that,” you said quietly, your voice barely audible over the winter breeze. “I just… I needed some air.”

Yuji crouched beside you, unwinding his scarf with clumsy fingers. The fabric brushed against your shoulders as he draped it over you, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. The warmth of the scarf seeped into your skin, but it was the gesture itself that made your heart ache.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said, though his tone betrayed his concern. “But… you scared me. I thought—” He stopped himself, swallowing hard, his gaze darting to the snow-covered ground.

You glanced at him, noting the way his usual confidence seemed to falter. His shoulders were tense, his hands fidgeting against his thighs. Yuji, always so open and easygoing, now looked as though he didn’t know where to place himself.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice trembling. “For pushing you away, again. I said I’d stop doing that. I just… I’ve been thinking a lot about this, you, us. I’m Scared of ruining this—whatever this is between us.”

His head snapped up at your words, his wide eyes locking with yours for a brief moment before he looked away, his cheeks flushed. The nervous energy between you was palpable, like the charged air before a thunderstorm.

“This?” he repeated, his voice quieter, almost unsure. “What do you mean, this?”

You hesitated, wrapping the scarf tighter around yourself as if it could shield you from the vulnerability threatening to spill out. “Us. You. The way you make me feel safe, even when I don’t deserve it. I’m scared of losing that. Scared of messing it all up.”

Yuji’s hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure if he should. “You don’t have to be scared,” he said, his voice soft but strained, as though he was trying to hold something back. “I mean… I get it. I do. But you don’t have to handle everything alone anymore.”

You turned to face him fully now, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “You try so hard for me Yuji, why?”

His eyes flickered up to meet yours before darting away again, his nervousness plain as day. “I don’t know,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, his breath fogging up in the cold air. “I just… I can’t help it. When it comes to you, I—” He broke off, shaking his head like he was frustrated with himself.

“When it comes to me, what?” you pressed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yuji finally looked at you, his warm brown eyes filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. “I don’t know how to explain it,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “You’re just… important to me. More than I thought anyone could be. And I don’t know what to do with that.”

The confession hung in the air between you, heavy and electric. His nervousness was mirrored in the way your hands gripped the edge of the scarf, your knuckles white from the tension.

“What are we, Yuji?” you asked, your voice trembling. “I don’t even know anymore.”

He hesitated, his lips parting and closing again as he searched for the right words. “I don’t know either,” he finally said, his cheeks tinged pink. “But I think… you’re mean more than just a friend to me. A lot more.”

The words hit you like a warm wave, washing away the cold and fear you’d been holding onto. Your breath hitched, your chest tightening—not from anxiety, but from the unfamiliar feeling of hope blooming inside you.

“You mean that?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice steadier now, though his hands still fidgeted. “I don’t know if I’m saying it right, but… I mean it.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The snow continued to fall around you, the world seeming to hold its breath. Then, slowly, you leaned your head against his shoulder, the tension in your body easing.

“I’d rather stay up here with you for a while,” you murmured, your voice soft.

Yuji exhaled, his breath misting in the cold air. “Yeah,” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Me too.”

His arm came up, hesitating for just a second before resting gently around your shoulders. You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his presence melt away the lingering chill. For the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t scared. You weren’t alone. And as Yuji sat beside you, his own nervousness giving way to quiet contentment, it felt like the start of something new—something worth figuring out, together.

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