Summary: You've known Yohei for forever and he's been a sort of protector for you. However, something has changed within him. Now it's your turn to take care of him
Pairing: Yohei Kanbayashi X G/N!Reader
Genre: Angstyish Drabble
Word Count: 532
Warning: Melancholic Mood
Masterlist
Four in the morning, on the dot, and Yohei strolls into the bar. You glanced up from the glass you were cleaning to give him a soft, almost sad smile. He just nods before taking up his usual spot at the end of the bar. A couple minutes later, he has a whiskey in front of him and he’s leaning over the bar so you can light his cigarette.
These days the two of you don’t even talk much. To him, there’s not much to talk about. To you, there’s too much to talk about. So the two of you continue to pass each other like two ships in the night.
Yohei used to be so full of life and conversation. He made jokes and kept the creeps away from you. That’s what drew you to him in the first place: he was always taking care of you.
Now you were lucky if you even got a word out of him.
Something had changed in him through the years. Something made him a little wiser, a little darker, a little sadder. You wondered often what it could be that took the Yohei you knew away but you never knew how to ask.
You have also changed through the years. You dropped out of college and were homeless for a year. Then the owner of the bar found you and taught you how to make drinks. You’ve been working at the bar ever since and lived in a flat across the street. It wasn’t the life of luxury you imagined, but wasn’t the worst thing in the world either.
All you wished for now was to have your Yohei back in your life.
When you found out he was friends with the bar’s owner and visited every day, you tried to talk to him. But he never said a word. He just drank a couple whiskies and smoked a cigarette. The only indication that he was still somewhat the same was whenever a patron got too rowdy, he’d put them in their place. He was still taking care of you after all these years.
Thinking about it now, even though your romantic feelings for him were still there, you’d settle for just being friends again. Hell, even just a kind word from him would be more bearable than whatever this is. You wished he didn’t see you as a stranger. But maybe that’s what he wanted.
And it practically destroyed you.
You couldn’t help but sigh. No, you were tired. So tired of acting like he had to be in charge, that he had to make the first move. You decided the ball is in your court and you need to make a play or risk losing him forever.
So you decided to disappear into the kitchen for a few minutes, not noticing his look of confusion. When you reemerged, you finally saw his look of suspicion. It hurt to see him look at you like that but you ignored it.
Instead, you put a slightly burnt grilled cheese and a bowl of tomato soup in front of him with a sigh.
“Please, Yohei.” You whispered. “Please let me take care of you.”
