So I am going to write that Fox x Yuu fic next week, and I might write a Misfit x reader fic next week, too.
"Misfit?" It's him. Of course it's him. There's no one else in the galaxy with thay face and blue hair.
Of all of the Rebellion cells in all of the galaxy, and you walk into his?
He looks about as surprised as you feel, "Cyare?"
He looks different. Better. No longer sickly thin and drawn. Clearly, he's gotten off the drugs.
"You look good." You offer as he stops several feel away from you, "Healthy."
He laughs and pushes his hand through his curls, an anxious habit you're very familiar with, "Well, I got off the drugs, and I stopped drinking. And I was staying on Mandalore until recently getting fit and shit."
"Oh." You pause, and the silence stretches awkwardly between the pair of you. "You did it for you?"
"Good. It means it'll stick."
He releases a heavy breath at your words, "I owe you...so many apologies, Angel."
"You owe me nothing, Misfit." You counter, your heart lurching with a painful affection that lingers even now, "I'm the one who walked away. If anything, I should apologize to you."