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What must it feel like, to suddenly become aware of the audience around you? To suddenly notice all the room around you has disappeared and is replaced by a pale imitation, no furniture, no door, just a lit backdrop on an empty stage? What must it feel like, to see everyone watching you, laughing at you, ignoring your cries for help, watching you get dragged off stage to your death?
And then for it all to be reset, like nothing ever happened, and you forget, forget yourself completely to sing the opening number, dressed as yourself but not yourself, and you’re only truly present at your shitty dead-end barista job, where you meet a man that makes you smile, and your boss keeps referencing a line that isn’t there, and the coffee cups are empty, and over and over you make the same quips, ask the same questions, tell the same stories, until suddenly, it’s over, the apocalypse is here, and everyone’s singing, and you’re wandering through an alley way that feels almost alive, and then the man in front of you isn’t the man you knew, was never the man you knew, and neither are you, and suddenly—
"M'ki," Yuta slurs, drunk like a giraffe that found a stash of alcohol. He's tall enough to look like one. "M'ki, stay 'ere." He grabs her wrist.
Watching him like this is a rare treat. He hates having his control taken from him, and he's such a lightweight nerd that the two shots of the Kibao Vodka that Miguel Oduol gifted him were enough to have him stumbling.
"Yeah?" She breathes out, giggling, slipping her wrist from his hand and watching this look of absolute sorrow paint his face. "I don't know, Okkotsu, my bed sounds pretty nice right now."
Yuta whines, full and unashamed. "No, nah, dundo that." He lunges to her, pathetic and slow even to a normal eye. "Don't leave, stay 'ere. Please?" He falls to his knees slow and dramatic, and Maki really regrets letting him have any.
"I gotta go home, dude." She takes a single step back, and— yep, he instantly scrambles after her. But he's drunk, and stupid, and smacks hif face into the floor. He doesn't move. "I gotta mission early in the morning."
"Fushiguru owes mmmme a favor." He's barely understandable now. "Let 'im take it. Please?" Puppy eyes. This bastard.
"Hmmm." She steps forward, just one, and Yuta looks like a worm wriggling up to set himself on his knees. Human knees, not worm knees. "That is tempting."
He jumps up, gripping her tank top around the stomach, then releases her and grabs her pants around the thighs like his anchor. "Yesssssss."
He turns and presses the side of his head to her belly, rubbing against her like an overexcited dog. "Yay, thanthk ya." He slurs, face smushed.
Maki shoves him off with a fond exhale, sitting down on the sofa. A comfortable thing, covered in throw pillows and all of the blankets that Yuta spends far too much money on.
Yuta, in clingy Yuta fashion, nearly teleports on to the seat next to her, folding around her legs. He doesn't even say anything, just looks up at her with this big, stupid, loving and hopeful eyes.
She's used to it. She grabs the half-empty, warm bottle of water from the coffee table and grabs his face.
"You're gonna drink this and sober up a little." She has to pour it down his throat like a gas tank, but he doesn't fight her. She holds it with one hand and reaches with the other to to grab a full bottle. Still warm. Sucks.
She pours that one down his throat as well. "I know water won't help much, but it's something." She reaches over and grabs some of the breadsticks from the pizza place that she ordered their dinner from.
"Thank you." He beams. Idiot.
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"Maki." He says, slow and careful. He's sobered up a good amount in the last three hours, head on her chest so he doesn't fall. Again.
For the strongest sorcerer alive, he's very prone to falling. Maybe it's unfair to judge his ability to stand while he's drunk, but it's more fun to tease him with.
"What's up?" She moves her phone up to look at him. He might be more sober, but there's still a slight flush to his face, relaxed and sleepy.
At some point, she lay down on her back, and Yuta, famously clingy, wiggled in between her legs and rested on her. Anyone else, she'd break their neck.
Stupid Yuta.
"You'll stay with me?" It's embarrassed and soft. "Forever, I mean."
A pause. "Huh?" She would glare, should glare, because what the actual fuck dude, but she's flabbergasted. "Stay with you? Forever?"
He lifts his head and rests his chin on her clavicle, close enough that she can feel the warm of his breath on her face, breathing heavy. "Yeah, stay with me forever." He repeats like it's the simplest thing in the world.
He wets his lips with his tongue, swallowing. "It's been so long since we had time to be with each other. I miss you." His eyes dart everywhere on her face, from the scars to her chin and then her hairline, each cheekbone and back to her eyes. "I need you, Maki."
Maki blinks. "Dude. The fuck is wrong with you." She shifts up and he slides down, not expecting it.
"Nothing!" He defends softly. "Nothing, nothing— you don't need to need me back." He reaches for the hand not holding her phone with both of his hands, pulling it to his face. He braces one hand on her wrist, firmly pressing his thumb to the pulse point, and uses the other hand to cover the one on his cheek.
"I just need you with me." He makes direct, unbreak eye contact now, like he's peeking into her soul. "Please?"
"Yuta." She's firm and neutral in tone. Her mind is screaming. "Explain what the fuck you mean, idiot."
He pouts and pushes into her hand harder.
"Y'know. I need you to stay with me. I love you, Maki." He says it often, easy, and she's jealous of that ease, but now she's caught off guard and she feels completely naked. Bastard.
He grabs the phone out of her hand and drops it to the ground, pressing the now-free hand to his chest— his heart. The sensation of it beating against her palm and fingers is amplified by her heavenly restriction, like an earthquake localized in his skeleton.
"That's my heart." He says. No shit, dumbass. "Sometimes I feel like it only beats for you." And fuck this guy, goddamn it.
Maki curls her fingers until the tips have lifted her palm away. "Don't say that, Yuta." She breathes out, a little afraid. "I could punch a hole through you and pop it."
"I know that." He smiles. "You're so strong and amazing and, and— I'd be okay if you did that. It's okay, Maki, it's okay if it's you."
She pulls her hand away, shaking. "Shut up, Yuta. You're still drunk. Fuckin' idiot." She sits up straighter. Yuta rests on his knees, dumb long torso making her look up at him.
"Not enough, Maki, I mean it— you don't have to love me the same way, " He clarifies, like that's the issue here, "you can love me like a friend. Or a boyfriend. Maki, you could love me like a dog if you want." He laces their fingers together, palms touching. "Just stay, please."
She stares for a long time. Yuta gets nervous—when isn't he— and shifts awkwardly, squeezing her hand over and over.
Looking at him, she can really see how focused he is. The alcohol has absolutely passed through him mostly, face only lightly pink now. He doesn't look quite hopeful, but something close. Close. Needy. Desperate.
"Yuta." Her voice shakes, and damn, that's embarrassing. "You're drunk." He frowns, and lifts her hand up to place it between them in the air. He squeezes her hand again.
"I'm not. Not very. Not a lot." His tone speeds. "Maki—" he whines, what a sound that is, the strongest sorcerer alive whining.
"Later." She cuts off. "You wanna talk, that's fine— but that's later, Yuta." She stares into his eyes, making sure he understands this isn't something she'll discuss right now.
"We can talk about staying and love and all that sappy shit later." He nods, smile on his face soft and timid.
hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.
I can never take those "Maki is the cuck because Yuta wants to be kissing his demon gf Rika" tweets seriously because have you seen them. Yuta goes thirty minutes without a kiss and becomes scary and weird. Maki probably rips someone's arm off for being too close to her before she's had her morning kiss. They're feral and killy.
