yota/reader. goodbye my sweet summer sun. 616 words.
You met him on a total accident.
Rushing into his room with panic filled lungs, and invading his personal space because you got the room numbers confused for your ill-mother’s. The sickly male with a ghastly complexion gave you an earthly smile, forgiving you almost instantly, although his heart rate had picked up from the scaring hoax and hadn’t settled down quite yet when he introduced him as “Yota Mikado.”
You distinctly remembered a little child with multiple protrusions of red flaring up from his bangs with the last name Mikado - and now that you thought about it, they held a striking resemblance to one another. On this occasion, the small boy had already run along home with his darling mother, leaving you to converse for a bit with Yota as the dawning fact of sunset filtered into his room, telltale that visiting hours were drying up.
“I’m making progress in school! I finally get what I’m suppose to do in most of my classes,” you babbled with all the excitement in the world. You were never good in a school setting so it was a dumb accomplishment you wanted to beam to your friend.
Languidly nodding his head along with your statement, Yota found himself giving an enthralling smile of excessive pride in you. You found yourself wanting to drown in that sight, becoming choked up in the process as he began to praise you. “Great job, [Name]! Your hard work finally paid off.”
A finger came to a lock of your hair, twirling it around nervously to stave off the flutter in your heart and traitorously coloring cheeks. “I-It did; and it’s all thanks to you,” you stammered out, twiddling your thumbs together out of self-consciousness.
Judging by his reaction, shoulders involuntarily jerking upwards and eyebrows furrowing together, he was confused as why you accused him of taking part in your own growth and development. “What do you mean?”
“You’re such an inspiration. Almost every time I come visit you you’re working diligently on your comics; your striving helped me see through that I work harder myself.” You pressed your lips together as a placid smile wormed its way onto your face, features lighting up while you did so.
There was earnest lingering in Yota’s golden orbs, and they seemed to shine a lot brighter as a grin replaced the slight frown poised onto his face. “Really?!”
“Of course! … I’m really glad we’re friends,” your words softened by the very last syllable murmured; that grin of his grew wider, splitting out from ear-to-ear as he gave you his signature peace-sign with those pale hands of his.
“Me too!” he bellowed, excitable tone to get across the overflowing happiness within him. His gaze shifted over to the clock before settling back on you, grin dropping for an impermanent second. “Are you gonna come again tomorrow?”
“If you want me to,” you vocalized whilst rising from your seat at his bedside, and you could almost discern that inkling of disappointment that you were leaving lurking behind his joyful coated eyes.
He hesitated for a split second, mouth opening to say something but soon simply became parted as he pursed them together momentarily. “Mm, I’d like you too.” He looked as if he wanted to say more, but nothing came out so you bid him farewell for the day, a promise of coming again tomorrow vividly engraved in your chests.
Yota told himself to live with no regrets, he was going to tell you how he felt before he passed, but the one time he chickened out; was his only chance.