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Yuma Mukami x Ex!Reader (angst)

Summary - You and Yuma find yourselves sneaking out late to lick each others wounds from a devastating end of a 3 year relationship you both yearn to mend.

part one.

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Moving abroad to Japan for high school was a fuss— complications with transferring credits from out of the country had you retaking core electives over the summer for the prestigious Ryoutei Academy. You had made an acquaintance when the school year approached. An upper-class mate, 3rd year, you’d stare at comfortably afar. You’d help him with assignments and he’d walk you to your exchange family’s apartment, not too far from the city. Not too far from him.

Brushing each other’s arms walking side-by-side; the summer’s humidity blowing in between your laughter; getting high off his presence; the clicks of your loafers would slow; out of sync with time; In tune with one another.

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*ping*

Yuma: i’m outside

Outside, the rumbling of Yuma’s truck and the cracked window sill let in an unbearable chill.

Strings of anxiety twirls thin through me as I tiptoe out the corridor, the walls around me spin. I fist the gate handle eagerly. Ravenous desire pushes it’s hands against my ribcage as I walk closer to his truck. Yuma steps out. No words are exchanged. No conversation. The mere magnetic pull we’ve tried fighting off has entangled us again. He opens the door, alluding me away from isolation.

Tender leather creaking and the revving engine has become a routine. I can’t face him. Yuma’s face overwhelms me with nostalgia, I can’t look at him innocently as I once did. Haunting me with empty promises, sweet nothings. I’ve grown comforted by this feeling because at the end of the day, he’s still there.

His calloused hands fits on my thigh, fighting the urge to curl up on his arm. My restraint is wavering. He knows it’ll give out, it always does. “Y’gonna stay quiet for the whole ride ?” Yuma palms the wheel left, heading towards the mansion. Sullenly, I look over to him, reverting back to the window. Time moves slower that way.

Yuma clicks his tongue, “Dammit, talk to me Y/n,” his hand moves to the nape of my neck, desperation in his fingertips, “please.” I wince, his desperation infects me, my eyes swelling from the pressure. I run the plum of my hand over his to soothe him and I. Yuma’s speeding through neighborhoods, running stop signs, “Can you slow down.” He ignores me, putting pedal to the metal. “Yuma, slow down” the leather underneath me is sinking, I grip onto his hand in my lap.

“Now you want to talk to me? You think I’m gonna kill you?” We’re going 45 in a 25. “What the fuck are you talking about? Just slow down, please!” my voice quivers. Everything’s coming to a blur. I can’t keep up. Yuma’s hand grips the hairs at my scalp, leaning me in his face, “Are you scared of dying Y/n?” he smirks devilishly after some thought, “Or scared I might die ?” I curl my head up to the stained ceiling of his truck, into his hand. I count my breath next to him, crying; the sticky feeling of regret settles in my mouth.

The truck comes to a gradual stop and my eyes are shut, silent, “Hey, look at me baby,” I brace myself while opening my eyes, scared. “We’re here.” We’re parked in front of the Mukami Manor. I push him in the chest. “Fuck you! Why did you do that?!” His hand grips my face and his sweet façade drops. “We made it safe didn’t we? Be a good girl and make this easy.” This side of Yuma I haven’t gotten used to yet. It’s new. I can’t convince myself I hate it. Yuma gets out and opens my door, hoisting me onto him. Crawling over his body; my tears stain him, clinging to the pieces of him I love, leaving me in pieces.

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WOAHHHH first fanfiction i’ve wrote in a while, so i might be rusty! I’m meaning to do a part two so stay tuned! If you like this story so far and want to see more, comment down below or leave a request of any other diaboys you’d like to see next! xoxo Ace.