#girlie casually made me emotional omg ( but like a GOOD THING TOO bc ur fic made my day SOOO MUCH!! ) 😭😭💛💛💛💛

[luneariaa]

girl this fic literally got me teary-eyed at 11 p.m. as i read- 😭😭😭

but omg this is like a 💕 WHOLE MEAL 💕 for me ( bc i've been craving some angst lately and your fic made me like,, have some good release bc of it 😭😭✨✨ ) and I just LOOOOVE this and the way you wrote it-- i feel it so deep in my soul lmao ( i miss him ) (╥﹏╥) 💗💗💗💗🌻🌻

had to stop reading every few seconds bc I SWEARR THE FEELINGS ARE GETTING TOO REAL THERE- 😭😭

My Love All Mine

Waiting for Kento's return from Shibuya was becoming unbearable.

Word Count: 950 Warning: Angst @luneariaa not as sweet as the others but I hope you enjoy it all the same {if not more}.

The heat of a thousand suns.

That's what Kento grew to call his recurring nightmare. The back of his shirt slick with sweat, hair and face damp, limbs ghost-like. As if he were still in that place...

A sigh passed from his lips before he rolled over to meet your sleeping form. His fingertips reached for you then decided to rest in the space between instead. What were you dreaming about? Something better, he hoped.

The theories he worked up ceased when you started to wake. In an effort to avoid waking up fully, you readjusted yourself hoping to get comfortable again. Your hands instinctively reached for your main source of comfort then gripped tighter when you felt the dampness of his shirt.

"Kento?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not."

The silence of the night settled into the room except the ocassional rustle as he worked himself out of his shirt. Your brows knitted then relaxed as you sighed, accepting his choice. Your limbs enclosed around him like a koala hugging a tree. Without hesitation, he returned your embrace. The tension dissipated as you hummed. 

"Why don't you sing out loud?"

"... do you want me to?"

He answered with a low hum of approval as he caressed your back.

Here before and after me, shining down on me. Moon tell me if I could send up my heart to you.

The lyrics softened his heart. It could've been the effect of your voice or the way your scent enveloped him. Your warmth ... his hand cradled the back of your head then pulled you in.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine. Nothing in the world, belongs to me. But my love, mine, all mine, all mine.

You made yourself at home in his arms by resting in the crook of his neck. When the song was through, you reserved your voice to a hum. He continued to caress your skin, "What were you dreaming about earlier?"

"I don't remember the whole thing but we were old and gray. I think we had matching canes."

"You made that up."

"Okay, maybe I did."

Hearing your laugh always made him smile but this time he was still and set like stone. The heat of a thousand suns. The sound of your voice overpowered his thoughts. 

"We can have the white picket fence, kids in the yard ... whatever you want."

"I just want you."

You tilted your head back to gaze at him. His chest ached at the sight of his only reason for living. A soft moan left his lips as your pressed your mouth against his.

"I'm not going anywhere."

His lips found yours again after hearing your promise and he only wished he could say the same for certain. 

Your joints felt like they were being perpetually pinched. The pain grew with each slice you served onto the cutting board. Your eyes narrowed in on the celery you were cutting until the edges of your vision blurred. A sharp tingle filled your mouth as you bit down then sliced.

I'll miss you, those were Kento's last words before leaving for Shibuya. Not I love you, but I'll miss you.

The celery morphed into a green blob once tears invaded your vision. The muscles in your hand relaxed when you wiped your eyes. Looking at your phone only brought a dull ache to your chest because:

1. He wasn't responding. Although, he explained that being a possibility.

2. Your reflection made you look twice your age. Eyes droopy and tired. Mouth set in a subdued sadness until if he returned. 

The metal from the knife clinked against the countertop as it fell from your hand. Your body joined the tiny dust bunny that manifested in the corner of your kitchen. Sobs absorbed by the cabinets you'd been thinking of changing. A tomato colored stain sat by your thighs. With each heave, your brows pinched into confusion. The place was usually clean so why...

You remembered Kento being the last person to clean the floor. The line of your mouth twisted along with your heart. Every breath grew ragged and worn with each sob that scratched its way out of your throat. The only sounds you could hear were your sobs echoing back to your ears. So when you looked up and saw Nanami kneeling down, you shrieked then instinctively clutched for him.

"I'm right here," his arms wrapped around you and held you tightly as you cried into his chest.

When you cupped his cheeks in your hands and looked at him — with your snotty nose, red eyes, and tear stained cheeks — tears rushed to his eyes. The line of his mouth forming a frown and smile simultaneously. Your thumbs still caressed his skin the same, even though he looked a bit different but the love was the same and that's all that mattered to him. He held your head against the crook of his neck then let the familiar scent wash over him. Its very essence wrapping its arms around him like the hug you both shared on the kitchen floor.

— Epilogue —

Kento's red rimmed eyes finally glanced up then noticed the assortment of sliced and diced produce on the counter.

"What is all this?" He wiped the last of his tears.

You followed his line of sight then let out a half-hearted chuckle as you wiped your nose with your sleeve. "I had to do something to keep my hands busy."

He glanced back at you with a small pout then held you tightly against his chest. "I'm here now, so let's not worry. Okay?"

You buried your head in his chest "Okay."

Amid the second torment of tears, he noticed the tomato stain on the tile. He held you tighter against him then let out everything he'd felt while away from you.

— Author's Note — As weird as it sounds, I love the thought of him crying. Let me clarify, this is more of a cleansing cry. The kind of I-made-it-it's-gonna-be-ok-you're-still-here-I-love-you-immensely cry. It's a release and relief for him because he was horrified at the thought of leaving you alone. All the unplanned trips, unfulfilled promises, half-done projects... he couldn't bare the thought of you in black mourning over him. That is worse than death.

[jadeee]

um.. I read this like 5 times lol. srsly tysm for always commenting (frownie face or not lol) and rb. it means a lot to me 💗 this was my first angsty fic for him -- technically "muse of mundanity" was a bit angsty but not as full as this one. ahh ty ty ty, I live for these kinda moments 🫶🏾✨

My Love All Mine

Waiting for Kento's return from Shibuya was becoming unbearable.

Word Count: 950 Warning: Angst @luneariaa not as sweet as the others but I hope you enjoy it all the same {if not more}.

The heat of a thousand suns.

That's what Kento grew to call his recurring nightmare. The back of his shirt slick with sweat, hair and face damp, limbs ghost-like. As if he were still in that place...

A sigh passed from his lips before he rolled over to meet your sleeping form. His fingertips reached for you then decided to rest in the space between instead. What were you dreaming about? Something better, he hoped.

The theories he worked up ceased when you started to wake. In an effort to avoid waking up fully, you readjusted yourself hoping to get comfortable again. Your hands instinctively reached for your main source of comfort then gripped tighter when you felt the dampness of his shirt.

"Kento?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not."

The silence of the night settled into the room except the ocassional rustle as he worked himself out of his shirt. Your brows knitted then relaxed as you sighed, accepting his choice. Your limbs enclosed around him like a koala hugging a tree. Without hesitation, he returned your embrace. The tension dissipated as you hummed. 

"Why don't you sing out loud?"

"... do you want me to?"

He answered with a low hum of approval as he caressed your back.

Here before and after me, shining down on me. Moon tell me if I could send up my heart to you.

The lyrics softened his heart. It could've been the effect of your voice or the way your scent enveloped him. Your warmth ... his hand cradled the back of your head then pulled you in.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine. Nothing in the world, belongs to me. But my love, mine, all mine, all mine.

You made yourself at home in his arms by resting in the crook of his neck. When the song was through, you reserved your voice to a hum. He continued to caress your skin, "What were you dreaming about earlier?"

"I don't remember the whole thing but we were old and gray. I think we had matching canes."

"You made that up."

"Okay, maybe I did."

Hearing your laugh always made him smile but this time he was still and set like stone. The heat of a thousand suns. The sound of your voice overpowered his thoughts. 

"We can have the white picket fence, kids in the yard ... whatever you want."

"I just want you."

You tilted your head back to gaze at him. His chest ached at the sight of his only reason for living. A soft moan left his lips as your pressed your mouth against his.

"I'm not going anywhere."

His lips found yours again after hearing your promise and he only wished he could say the same for certain. 

Your joints felt like they were being perpetually pinched. The pain grew with each slice you served onto the cutting board. Your eyes narrowed in on the celery you were cutting until the edges of your vision blurred. A sharp tingle filled your mouth as you bit down then sliced.

I'll miss you, those were Kento's last words before leaving for Shibuya. Not I love you, but I'll miss you.

The celery morphed into a green blob once tears invaded your vision. The muscles in your hand relaxed when you wiped your eyes. Looking at your phone only brought a dull ache to your chest because:

1. He wasn't responding. Although, he explained that being a possibility.

2. Your reflection made you look twice your age. Eyes droopy and tired. Mouth set in a subdued sadness until if he returned. 

The metal from the knife clinked against the countertop as it fell from your hand. Your body joined the tiny dust bunny that manifested in the corner of your kitchen. Sobs absorbed by the cabinets you'd been thinking of changing. A tomato colored stain sat by your thighs. With each heave, your brows pinched into confusion. The place was usually clean so why...

You remembered Kento being the last person to clean the floor. The line of your mouth twisted along with your heart. Every breath grew ragged and worn with each sob that scratched its way out of your throat. The only sounds you could hear were your sobs echoing back to your ears. So when you looked up and saw Nanami kneeling down, you shrieked then instinctively clutched for him.

"I'm right here," his arms wrapped around you and held you tightly as you cried into his chest.

When you cupped his cheeks in your hands and looked at him — with your snotty nose, red eyes, and tear stained cheeks — tears rushed to his eyes. The line of his mouth forming a frown and smile simultaneously. Your thumbs still caressed his skin the same, even though he looked a bit different but the love was the same and that's all that mattered to him. He held your head against the crook of his neck then let the familiar scent wash over him. Its very essence wrapping its arms around him like the hug you both shared on the kitchen floor.

— Epilogue —

Kento's red rimmed eyes finally glanced up then noticed the assortment of sliced and diced produce on the counter.

"What is all this?" He wiped the last of his tears.

You followed his line of sight then let out a half-hearted chuckle as you wiped your nose with your sleeve. "I had to do something to keep my hands busy."

He glanced back at you with a small pout then held you tightly against his chest. "I'm here now, so let's not worry. Okay?"

You buried your head in his chest "Okay."

Amid the second torment of tears, he noticed the tomato stain on the tile. He held you tighter against him then let out everything he'd felt while away from you.

— Author's Note — As weird as it sounds, I love the thought of him crying. Let me clarify, this is more of a cleansing cry. The kind of I-made-it-it's-gonna-be-ok-you're-still-here-I-love-you-immensely cry. It's a release and relief for him because he was horrified at the thought of leaving you alone. All the unplanned trips, unfulfilled promises, half-done projects... he couldn't bare the thought of you in black mourning over him. That is worse than death.