✧:･ﾟTill death do us part → Ginji Kyuma x reader ˚₊· ꒰🥀꒱
꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊After Arisu defeats the King of Clubs' team, you believe that even after so much slaughter, you deserve at least a dignified farewell.
꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊Ginji Kyuma x fem!reader
꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊angst, main character death, no happy ending.
꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊mention of death, blood, trauma.
꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊1,03k
꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊ This is a SUPER old chapter I wrote, and I only just realized I never posted it here on Tumblr. Hope you like it! Just a heads-up, English isn’t my first language, so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Happy reading! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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─── Damn, it seems like Kyūma messed up.
One of his bandmates mutters with an apparently frustrated sigh upon hearing the screen announcement that points had been exchanged. You don't really pay much attention to what your friends are saying to one another. Instead, your thoughts are consumed by where all of this is heading and the fact that you must find Kyūma—at least one last time.
Your body moves before your brain can catch up, running as fast as you can because you know your final moments depend on this. You're breathless but don't stop, tears blurring your vision and making it harder to see.
Running for your life had become routine at the Borderlands, but now, more than ever, the tightness in your chest, the rapid thudding of your heart, and the sweat dripping down your forehead somehow fuel your determination. You need to find him because you know he would want to be with you in his final moments, too.
After all, he promised you.
Like that day, before all this started, before the Borderlands mercilessly invaded your lives.
You were sitting in the tiny apartment you shared, more specifically on the balcony. Kyūma was perched on a chair, jotting down a song for his collection of potential tracks for future shows, while you lounged comfortably on a beanbag at his feet.
You observed every detail about him, every expression. You thought his love for music was beautiful, how it consumed his life in a way that seemed to give him a kind of freedom. You adored his dedication—like now—his brow slightly furrowed as he assessed some lyrics, his hair falling lightly over his face, or the way he pushed it back in that effortlessly attractive manner. You loved how he rested his notebook on one leg, which was crossed over the other and bouncing cheerfully to a rhythm only he could hear in his mind.
“I love this, you know?” you murmured with a smile, not wanting to break the calm atmosphere.
“What exactly?” he asked, glancing at you with curiosity, showing his usual interest in your thoughts and feelings.
“How passionate you are about everything you do. Whether it’s being an amazing boyfriend or even just little things like writing a good song for the band. I love that about you.”
He smiled shyly, something that only happened when he was around you. Normally, he was someone who wasn’t afraid to show how he felt when complimented, but with you, he got nervous—maybe because of the effect you had on him.
“Oh, my love. You’re making me all flustered now,” he replied playfully, laughing with you.
He lowered his raised leg, placing the notebook on the small table beside him, and gestured for you to sit on his lap, which you did. He cupped your face, pressing a sincere kiss to your lips, as tender as could be. His lips felt like a comforting embrace, a place where you could relax without fear. He pulled away, leaving one last kiss on your forehead, gazing into your eyes with care and affection, wishing he could hold this sight forever.
“I want you to know that you’re my greatest joy. My passion, my partner, my love. I’m in love with everything about you because I want to be with you and take care of you until my last breath. Keep this promise in your heart,” he said, holding your hands and pressing them against his chest. “I’ll love you until my last breath, until the last beat of my heart. I want to spend my life with you, even when we’re old and gray. But if that doesn’t happen, just know that every particle of my being lives for loving you, my darling.”
When you finally reach the shore where the ocean comes into view, you anxiously scan the area for Kyūma. You spot him quickly, standing beside a tall man you recognize as Arisu. Your breathing falters as your eyes meet Kyūma’s. He smiles at you while walking backward away from Arisu. You’re just a few steps away from them, so you sprint the remaining distance to him.
You stand face to face, Kyūma still smiling as he gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. The two of you join hands, and with his free hand, he cups your face, kissing you with both urgency and care. The kiss is short but profound—like every goodbye when it’s time to part. He pulls away, stroking your hair gently.
Kyūma turns to face the ocean, and you follow without hesitation. He lets go of your hand for a brief moment, raising his arms as he breathes in the cold ocean breeze one last time. You watch him, closing your eyes and sighing deeply as you smile softly.
─── I don’t regret anything.
His voice is calm, carrying the weight of everything left unsaid.
─── I had a good life with the band and the love of my life. It was incredible… Thank you. For living it with me until the very end.
He turns to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You press a kiss to his neck, silently returning the sentiment.
─── Thank you, Kyūma... for always loving me.
A deafening noise comes from above, followed by a bright red light descending from the sky. In that instant, both of you are swallowed into the vastness of the blue ocean.
Arisu watches, his legs trembling as he witnesses the end of a love that lasted as powerfully as time itself, ending with nothing more than a game.
─── …I’m so sorry.
He covers his face with his hands, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
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