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“Disaster.”

Miya x Reader songfic

Summary: Your Miya’s first love, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it, you, or his feelings.

Warnings/things to know: Slight implication of female reader, minor cursing, parts that aren’t on plot of sk8, some angst? You get a happy ending though dw dw.

(A/N) : Didn’t really get to post till now busy with school but since it’s summer already I’ve got loads of time but not enough motivation so I’ll probably post writings of different characters slowly cause yeah, but I hope you like it. English isn’t really my first language but I love writing, so if there’s any grammar errors or spelling mistakes lmk!! If there’s anything you want me to write, I can try!

Let me just set the scene!

Miya had invited you to watch him at one of his S matches, he was going against this ‘new Canadian kid’ as he put it. And you agreed. “Good luck.” You encouraged with a smile, he felt himself smiling too but he shoved it down. He scoffed, turning his head away “won’t need luck.” He muttered confidently, heading to the start so they could begin. As soon as the buzzer rang, the two sped off. You watched in awe at how gracefully Miya was losing skating, the blue haired teenager he was going against started to catch up to him, as if it were nothing.

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Once the match ended Miya looked so bummed about having lost—to rookie too. You giggled at his pouting “what was that about not needing luck?” You teased. “Shut up.” He murmured. You smiled. “Relax,” you say putting a hand between his shoulder and back. “you did great either way.” Miya swore you looked absolutely stunning, despite the dim lighting of the lamp post and your clothes that got dirty from skating earlier. “Yeah..” he muttered, too mesmerized by your beauty to come up with some snarky remark.

Cause the potential of us was keeping me up all—night long.

You met up with him the following day for school, dressed in the uniform. “G’morning Miya.” You smiled, he looked at you and looked away. Even in the school’s uniform you looked pretty. “Morning.” He murmured in a trance. Your smirked. “Miya I know I’m pretty, admire me all you want, but we’re going to be late for class if you keep staring at me.” Said boy flushed red. “S.. Sorry. You’re right, let’s go.” He said shaking his head to clear his thoughts and began walking with you to class.

Like what if you freak out when we’re losing it all

At the critical chapter, where I say “I love you”, and you don’t say it after.

The two of you were in science class, passing notes back and forth. Miya made sure to listen partially to what the teacher was talking about, just in case she called on either or both of you. And so you wouldn’t get in trouble. ‘Skate park after school?’ You slid the piece of paper over to him. He looked down and got his pencil out to reply. ‘Sure, but we should probably finish our homework before skating.’ He slid it back over to you. You chuckled lightly, which made the cat-like boy raise an eyebrow. He wondered what you were thinking about. You smiled, pursing your lips in a tight line—or at least tried to, so you wouldn’t burst out laughing. ‘Are you inviting me on a study date?’ He blushed, and whipped his head quickly to see you snickering. Your lips were twitching as you covered your mouth, trying to keep yourself from laughing. “Ms. (Y/N)? What’s so funny?” The teacher asked. “Oh nothing, I’m sorry.” You said, clearing your throat. “Well then could you tell me which group the element xenon lands in?” She asked, crossing her arms. Everyone turned to you, waiting to laugh at you when you would supposedly get the wrong answer. You smiled. Miya was a bit worried, cause although he knew he was paying attention he didn’t know if you had. “Yeah no problem, group 18, it’s in the noble gases.” You say confidently. The students groaned, turning back in their seats, disappointed the wouldn’t have something someone to laugh at. The teacher just gave you a questioning look but just shook her head and continued on with her lesson. Miya was impressed. He found himself smiling when you smirked victoriously. “Guess studying for hours straight actually is good for something.” You joked, elbowing him. Just the simple touch made his heart race. “Yeah..” shit he really did like you.

Now I’m falling in faster, this could be a disaster.

School finally came to an end, and you stretched your arms over your head. “Tired?” Miya asked. “Yeah, can’t believe they made us run that much.” You sighed. All he did was chuckle as you got your stuff from your locker. “Oh right, can we stop by my house real quick? I don’t want to be skating in a skirt.” You said, shutting your locker. “Of ‘course, her majesty can’t be tripping over her large ball gown.” Miya teased. You scoffed and smacked his shoulder lightly. “Wow I’m hurt.” He teased, but he couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

Let me just—lose my mind.

The sun had started to set, your homework was long done and forgotten. Miya was teaching you some new trick that you hadn’t learned. Sure he laughed every time you would fall, but he always helped you back to your feet. “This is has got to be the millionth time you’ve fell.” Miya teased, reaching his hand out to help you up. “Yeah for you.” You muttered under your breath, thankfully he didn’t hear. “What was that?” He asked. Taking his hand to get back up, you shook your head to rid of your thoughts before smirking at him. “I said and if this is the millionth time I’ve fallen, then it’s the millionth time you’ve helped me up.” You chuckled, making him blush. Miya knew that wasn’t what you said, he thought he heard something else. But he figured he must’ve been hearing things. He couldn’t get his hopes up too soon.

But if I'm reading it wrong, man, it'd be better off if I died.

The sun was just about to sink completely in the dark blue horizon, you could see the stars twinkling up. You and Miya had finished up skating for the day, opting to just sit at the top of the ramp, and attempt to stargaze. But it was hard to see anything with all the city lights.

“The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” You asked, clearing your throat. He looked into your eyes then back at the moon and smiled, “Yeah, it is.” he replied, not understanding what you were hinting at. You sighed, and let your head fall back onto the railings on the ramp. You winced with your head hit the metal bars a little too hard and he scoffed with a smile. “Idiot.” He muttered under his breath, turning to look at you as you glared at him and rubbed your head to try to soothe the pain. “Be careful,” he said, looking at you lovingly. But he immediately ‘coughed’ and added a “don’t want you to get even dumber than you already are.” Which made you shake your head and smile at his demeanor.

This could be a disaster, I’m pedaling backwards.

“Wanna watch my match tonight?” He asked. You tried to forget about last night, because you knew he was stupidly dense and wanted to save yourself from embarrassment. “Um. Sorry, gonna have to turn you down this one time. I gotta finish studying for that math exam.” You lied, or at least partially. You were just making up excuses. He raised an eyebrow at this, clearly knowing you were well prepared for the test, and even though he’d never admit it he felt hurt. “Ah. Okay. Well good luck with the studying!” He said awkward through gritted teeth, biting down on his tongue to avoid asking questions. You were probably busy, he thought. “Maybe next time.” You chuckled awkwardly. You both looked down at the floor. You wanted to go watch him, but you couldn’t. Every time he smiled or laughed, or even when he made his usual snide remarks he made your heart race. “Yeah.. next time.” He repeated. “Well I’ve got to go—“ you both said making you both chuckle. “Yeah, love you bye!” You accidentally blurted out. “What?” He asked shocked. You clasped a hand over your mouth. “I said you’re such a fly.” You lied. “Well uhh— I should probably go.” You said speeding off. And it would’ve been okay if it weren’t for the fact that Miya hadn’t said a word.

He fucking heard.

Maybe I'm mistaken

During his match, you were all he could think about. He tried to shake it off and concentrate on one goal, winning. But every time he tried, he thought of you again.

You're not mine for takin'

In your room you were panicking, rummaging around for anything to calm yourself down, but you found yourself empty handed.

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After a while you finally calmed down, listening to music from your favorite artist. Recalling what you had said, and that he had heard you, you screamed into your pillow. You heard a soft thud, then another. You lifted your head up from the pillow, to see another stone was making the noise. You got up to see what it was, assuming it must’ve been one of the neighborhoods kids trying to pull some type of prank, but when you got up to look at the window, you saw no other than “Miya?” You called, though it almost sounded like a question. “Hey, can we talk?” He asked, kicking his feet into the grass anxiously. You pursed your lips, grabbing a sweater and exiting out your window.

Maybe I just made it up, messed it up.

You guys walked a bit, probably aimlessly till you somehow made your way to the skate park you guys would hang out at. He climbed up the ramp, then extending his hand to help you up. He wasn’t acting like himself. You took his hand anyways, sitting down awkwardly, nervously swinging your legs over the edge. “(Y/N), listen. About what you said—“ “If this is your way of rejecting me gently, save me the trouble and just say it.” You interrupted. He looked at you confused, his eyebrows furrowed, half annoyed that you would think that was what he was gonna say and a bit bewildered that you interrupted him. “Geez at least let me—“ but he stopped himself when he noticed you were tearing up. He cleared his throat, grabbing your hand. “That’s not what I’m doing here,” he started, you looked up to gaze into his green eyes. “Actually, what I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me,” he continued making you laugh a bit. Though it cracked a bit, as you were on the verge of tears thinking he was going to reject you. “Is that I like you.” He mumbled. “What?” You asked, “Miya Chinen tell me this isn’t some sick joke.” You repeated, looking into his eyes for any signs that he could be lying. But he only smiled, and it looked so genuine that it made you believe a bit that he was telling the truth. “I like you, (Y/N). Like a whole lot.” He said, reaching to boldly cup your face in his hands. And that was all you needed to hear to break into tears and throw your arms around him. “God you don’t know how happy that makes me.” You cried, and he hugged you back hesitantly, not really use to the affection, but he welcomed it anyways. “Ive liked you for a while. Every time you smiled, or when I saw your eyes light up whenever you finally learned a new trick, I fell in love with you more.” He admitted, though flustered. You chuckled through wet tears, “that’s so corny..” you smiled. He just shook his head with a laugh. “So what does that make us now?” You asked, pulling away from his arms to look at him eye-to-eye. “Guess that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend.” He said with a smile. His cheeks were dusted pink, and with the dim lighting from the street lights, he looked almost ethereal. He coughed nervously, averting your gaze. “That’s if you want to I mean, if you don’t then that’s cool too.” He rambled. You shook your head with a chuckle, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, making him even more flustered. “Dude, I just indirectly told you I like you too and you’re asking if I want to? Yes of course I do!” You giggled. He swore right then and there that his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He shyly grabbed your hand, rubbing small circles on the back of it. “Hey (Y/N)?” He called. You hummed. “I love you.” He mumbled, looking up at you slightly. You smiled, “I love you too.” You sat in silence for a few seconds. “Wait but did you when the match?” You asked. He chuckled. “Hell yeah I won the match.”

You shook your head with a smile, leaning onto his shoulder. You knew you might get in trouble for being out late on a school night but right now you just wanted to enjoy this moment while it lasted.

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“Nostalgia.”

In attempt to jog his memory, you take him to all his old favorite spots, indulging him to take photos of the mesmerizing scenes. He feels something about you, but still can’t quite remember you. He feels attracted to you, but doesn’t understand why as he claims not to know you. After a while, you gave up, but it was then that he thought of trying to comfort you. But the second his fingertips brushed the warmth of your arm, it all came flooding back.

Warnings: a bit angsty, some ooc parts, cursing (if you squint really hard), mentions of bullying, flashbacks of memories you had with Mitsuba, etc,.

(A/N) : hope you enjoy!

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“(Y/N).” A voice called.

“(Y/NN).” It echoed.

You didn’t recognize this voice.

“It’s almost time (Y/N).”

You heard a horrible squelching noise, followed by a scream. But it wasn’t just any scream.

It was your scream.

Images of Mitsuba getting killed all over again flashed in your mind.

“No, no.” You cried in a hushed tone.

“Wake up.”

You shot up from your bed, panting softly and trembling. You ran a shaky hand through your (H/C) locks, biting your lip to stop yourself from sobbing.

You checked the time.

4:27 a.m.

Sighing, you laid back onto your bed. You draped your arm over your eyes, still trying to calm yourself down.

“You’re okay.” You assured yourself.

“It was just a nightmare.”

“He’ll be okay.”

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen to him.”

“It wasn’t real.”

You kept mumbling, reassuring yourself that he was okay.

“(Y/N), you okay in there?” Your aunt called from the other room.

Had you woken her up?

“Yeah! Just gonna go grab some water.” You croaked loud enough for her to hear.

“Okay.” She replied.

Sighing, you got up from your bed, quietly going down the stairs.

You grabbed a glass, filling it with water.

“What if he’s not okay.”

“Is something bad going to happen to him?”

“He’s not gonna disappear again right?”

“Why doesn’t he remember me?”

Your mind was plagued with thoughts, and it wasn’t until you felt the cold water spill down your hand and wrist that you realized. You took a few sips of water before heading back upstairs. You sat the glass on your nightstand, getting back under the covers and going back to sleep.

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You were woken up by another phone call from Kou, followed by shout from your aunt.

"(Y/N), hurry your friend is here!"

You groaned, pressing "decline" on your screen.

"I’Il be down in a minute." You hollered back, going to your closet to get dressed.

You grumbled, slipping on your clothes. You quickly brushed out your hair and splashed your face with cold water to wake you up really quick.

Giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you nodded—somewhat satisfied that you didn't look like a total mess—before rushing downstairs.

Kou was on the couch, just kind of sitting there.

"Hey I'm almost done, let me just slip on my shoes and we can head out." You say, hurrying over to the door to grab your shoes and slip them on.

"You're not gonna eat anything?" Kou asked, standing up.

"Nah I'll be fine." you answer "besides we can't be late.”

Kou narrowed his eyes at you, before sighing.

"C'mon, if you hurry I can probably whip something up for you really quick." He says heading for the door.

“Really? Kou’s famous cooking? I’d love to.” You joked.

“Hurry, or you won’t be able to eat ‘Kou’s famous cooking’.” He quoted you.

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After Kou made you some breakfast which was undeniably delicious, and you got to school—Kou had ran off to go get something because he forgot it, but you already knew he was going to go look for Mitsuba.

You sat monotonously in your seat for your first class of the day, only half-heartedly listening to the lecture the teacher was giving.

Ring, ring, ring.

Students flooded out from the classroom, hurriedly to get to their next class. You, however, seemed to be in no rush. To be honest, you were stalling. Why wouldn’t you be? You were going to see your dead friend and try to make help him remember you.

You were nervous, and had every right to be. It wasn’t until you realized Kou was dragging you out somewhere that you snapped back into reality.

“Wait, wait, wait! Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked frantically, already unsure if you even should try or not.

“Relax, (Y/N). It’ll be fine. I’ll be watching you two from a distance so if anything goes wrong, I’ll swoop in and help you out okay?” He assured, pulling you by the arm towards Mitsuba.

“Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, still nervous.

Seeing as through you were nervous, and obviously a bit uncomfortable, he said;

“If you don’t want to, we can just step back a bit and not. I’m not gonna force you into anything.”

You looked at him, then at a distracted Mitsuba in the distance.

You had to do this. This wasn’t a “I’ll do it later” kind of thing.

You needed to do this.

“It’s fine, I want to do this.” You confirmed.

He gave you a brief nod before going back to leading you him. Kou finally came to a stop, pushing you forward a bit so now you were face to face with the pink-haired ghost.

“Um.. hey?” You greeted awkwardly, shifting around uncomfortably.

“Hey.” Mitsuba replied, eying you.

“I’m gonna head to class, I’ll ask for your work so you can do it later. See you!” Kou hurriedly said, shooting Mitsuba a quick look that said ‘don’t you dare do anything stupid’ and ran off.

“So..” you say, clearing your throat after a few moments of silence.

“So?” He repeated, crossing his arms.

You felt like crying again, he looked the same from before.

Before he had died.

“Uh.. here I think I know where to start.” You say, reaching to grab his sleeve.

“Woah start where you pervert!” Mitsuba yelped, pulling his arm back.

Your lips quirked up in a smile, you missed this. Missed him.

“Aren’t you the pervert for thinking I’m going to do something to you?” You retorted with a smirk, leaving Mitsuba speechless.

“Hey! You’re just as much of a pervert if you already know what I’m thinking! You think you can take advantage of me just cause I’m a cute little ghost—?” He babbled, a bit flustered.

“Get it all out of your system yet?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He thought of something to say, he even opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You smiled.

“Good, let’s go.” You hummed, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him away.

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“C’mon Mitsuba! I got you something I think you might like!” You giggled, dragging Mitsuba with you.

“H-Hey! What’re you gonna do with me! Don’t think of trying to take advantage of me! I know I’m cute but still!” He practically wailed as he struggled to keep up with you.

You smiled, over time you found his attitude and remarks quite endearing.

“Okay close your eyes.” You instructed.

“What? I’m not gonna close my eyes. You’re probably just waiting for me to close my eyes so you can have your way wit—“

“Mitsuba.” You urged. “Please?”

He pouted, muttering something along the lines of “you’re lucky I love like you”.

Reluctantly, he closed his eyes.

You waved your hand in front of his face once, then twice. Once you confirmed he wasn’t peeking, you smiled and rushed over to your backpack to grab him something, a gift.

“Okay, now open them!” You giggled.

He peeled one open, and then the other. His eyes gleaming with joy when he saw what was in your hands.

A handmade scrapbook.

Sure, it was a bit messy. The letters were slightly crooked, stickers scattered and plastered on the front cover, bits of dry glue were sticking out. But to him it was perfect.

He stayed silent for a moment or two, just staring down at it once he took it from your hands.

“If you don’t like it just say so.” Your voice broke him out of his trance.

He smiled, but it wasn’t one of his cocky smiles.

It was genuine.

He shook his head, and huffed.

“It looks terrible!” Quickly adding “But I’m gonna keep it anyways so don’t ask for it back!” when he saw you reaching to take it back.

You smirked, “Just admit it, you love it.”

“What?! Of course not! It’s just not worth throwing out.” He insisted.

“So you love it.” You playfully teased with a smile.

“N-No!” He stuttered with a flushed face.

But his smile from before was enough to tell you, that he liked it.

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You and Mitsuba were currently sitting near the stair case that led to rooftop.

“I gave this to you for your birthday before you..” You stopped yourself, instead opening the scrapbook that was very worn down.

You had managed to snag it from his house when they allowed you in.

Inside, were various pages of him and you together.

At the beach, sleepover’s, first and last day’s of school, of mesmerizing scenery you both took on your adventures together.

“Did you photoshop this? Are you that creepy?” He mumbled.

He felt something, like a pang in his cold lifeless heart, telling him that yes, he knew you.

But he didn’t remember you.

You ignored him, pointing at a picture of the school garden.

“You took this when I went out with you so you could take pictures to enter in some competition.”

He stared at them, then looked up at you. Maybe now he remembers who I am, you hoped.

But to your dismay, he gave you a confused look.

“Nope, nothing. I still don’t know who you are.”

You sighed.

“Let’s try something else then..”

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“Hey Mitsuba?” You called.

“Yeah?” He hummed, he had been recently working on a new photograph for a project.

“You busy?” You asked, pulling up a chair and sitting by him.

“What? Can’t you see?” He asked sarcastically, before noticing the slight drop in your expression.

“Sorry.” He sighed “But yeah, I am.”

“With what?” You asked, placing your chin on his shoulder so you could better see what he was working on.

Shocked, and a bit embarrassed, he hid his laptop’s screen from you.

“None of your business!” He exclaimed with a flustered face.

You smirked.

“I bet you’re editing something perverted, aren’t you?” You teased, playfully poking his side.

His face flushed more, as he went on a ramble; “You think me, the cutest and sweetest boy you’ve ever met, could be capable of doing something like that? You’re the pervert then! What are you thinking of?”

You shook your head with a smile.

“I’m just kidding ‘mitsu. Calm down.” You say with a chuckle.

He huffed, going back to work. He hadn’t noticed he stopped preventing you from seeing his previous project, and what you saw made your face flush.

It was a picture he had taken of you two, you both were smiling, at an old sleepover of yours. You distinctly remember that night, so vividly.

As the last night you slept over.

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Mitsuba looked at the picture in his hands, his cold ghostly touch contrasted against the warm feel the picture gave him.

“Huh.” He hummed, narrowing his eyes down at the picture.

You wait hopefully, for any sign that he remembered you, but when he just looked up at you confused, you sighed.

“Still don’t remember me?” You asked, thought it was pointless since you already knew the answer.

“Yeah.” He answered, his voice sounded a bit timid, honestly feeling a bit bad.

He knew what it felt like to be forgotten, so he kind of knew how you felt.

You sighed, letting your head fall forward hitting the wall. You stayed there, maybe for a second or less. Then suddenly, you perked up.

“Fifth time’s the charm right?”

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“Where are you taking me?” He asked, looking around as if trying to identify his surroundings.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you quickly interrupted him.

“Just, be patient.” You sighed, clearly tired as it was already starting to be sundown and you still had no luck.

You lifted up a branch, to show some secluded area.

“Are you gonna kill me?!” He yelped, trying to pull his sleeve back from you.

“Can’t kill what’s already dead.” You hummed, revealing a hidden staircase that also led to the rooftop.

“Then what are we doing here?” He asked.

You sighed.

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You had barely gotten out of your first class, exhaustedly dragging your feet to the nearest staircase. And that’s when you heard it.

A loud yelp, that you would’ve assumed was a girl’s if it weren’t for the slightest hint of masculinity in it. You rushed to see a pink haired boy, dressed in the elementary uniform. There were a group of kids, one of them was presumably holding what looked like to be the boy’s camera.

“Give that back!” He shouted, jumping up to attempt to reach for it, only to get shoved down.

Kind of frozen in shock, you didn’t know what to do. But you knew you couldn’t just turn around and leave him to their torture.

So you shouted what literally no logical person any normal person would.

“Hey!”

Really? Hey? What the hell was that gonna do?

They turned their focus onto you, a shocked look on what seemed to be the ‘leader’s’ face.

“What’d you say?” The guy scoffed, tossing the camera to one of his friends—making Mitsuba yelp again as he thought they’d drop it and it’d break.

Not wanting to back down, you stood your ground.

“Don’t you know what ‘hey’ means?” You asked sarcastically, glaring at them.

You were glad that you were at a far enough distance that they couldn’t see how your legs were trembling slightly in fear.

“You have some nerve—“ he started, but never got to finish.

“Like you’re one to talk. Picking on someone just cause! You must be really insecure of yourself to stoop that low.” You unintentionally retorted.

His ‘friends’ snorted, and he turned around to glare at them. He whipped back around to look at you, walking down the stairs. Slowly, or at least that’s what you assumed. Because it looked pretty intimidating to you. Like a snake staring down at it’s prey.

“I’m going to give you one last chance to turn your pretty face around, and act like you didn’t see anything.” He warned, and even though you were scared, you kept on a calm façade.

“And if I don’t?” That seemed like such a dangerous sentence, you gave a quick glance to the boy, as if trying to send him a message of some sort.

He gave you a look that told you it all if you didn’t, he didn’t need to use words.

“Fine.” You huffed, turning around to ‘leave’.

“That’s what I thought.” He scoffed, and just as he let his guard down and left to head back to the boy, you slammed your shoulder hard into his, unintentionally of course, but it made him stumble.

You quickly ran up a few steps, helping the boy up.

“Give me that.” You demanded, snatching it from one of his friends who was clearly stunned.

“Why you little—“ and you knew you had no more time to think, you grabbed the boy’s hand and ran.

You ran as far away as you could until you knew you were safe. You both ended up in the room for the photography club, panting heavily from the running.

“Are you,” you coughed “you good?”

“Yeah..” he managed to choke out as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

After a few moments, and when you finally caught your breath, you realized you were still holding his camera. You cleared your throat.

“I uh.. I think this belongs to you.” You say, handing the camera to him.

He smiled warmly at you, taking it from you. He looked down at it, before mumbling something inaudible to your ears.

“Huh?” You asked.

“My name, it’s Mitsuba.” He explained.

You smiled back, “Nice to meet you Mitsuba.”

“I’m (Y/N).”

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The place you took him to, was the the place you first met him. You smiled, though it looked even more hopeless the more he looked at it. He gave you a puzzled look.

“You sure you’re not trying to have your way with me cause I’m such a cute ghost boy.” He asked, a little too seriously—flashing you his cocky grin.

Your smile faded, and you sighed, flopping down on the grass below you. You rested your head on your knees.

“You know what, I give up. I give up that’s it. It’s pointless anyway.” You whispered barely loud enough for Mitsuba to hear.

You couldn’t risk talking louder than that, you were scared your voice would crack. You laughed, but it didn’t sound too happy. Actually, it didn’t sound happy at all. It sounded pained, and it felt like someone stabbed Mitsuba right through the heart when he heard it.

“Hey,” he whispered, kneeling down with you.

“It’s okay.” He tried to assure, though he was looking around uncomfortably, unsure of what to say to comfort you.

“It’s not okay. How could this be okay?” You sobbed, finally breaking down.

You looked up at him, and when he saw that teary look in your (E/C) eyes, that’s when he broke.

He didn’t say anything else, only hugging you. Assuming that would be the only reasonable thing to do. But when he touched you, he suddenly tensed up. And a wave of emotions crashed over him, threatening to drown him.

He remembered you.

He smiled brightly, and you gave him a look of ‘what the hell?’ and ‘how could me crying make you happy?’.

He finally remembered you.

“(N/N)?” He called.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and without hesitation, you jumped in his arms.

“Oh my god! (Y/N) it’s you!” He practically squealed with how happy he was.

You sobbed into his shoulder, happy that he finally remembered you.

It took till 7:45 p.m. the whole school day, but god was it worth it. You hugged him tightly, and he patted your back awkwardly, but still welcomed your embrace.

“Hey! Just cause I’m cute doesn’t mean you can touch me however you want.” He joked, trying to get you to stop crying and maybe laugh a little.

And he succeeded, earning a wet chuckle from you.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Kou asked.

Mitsuba glared at him, as he thought his presence spoiled your guys’s moment.

You wiped your tears and laughed, it cracked a bit, but it was a happy one nonetheless.

“What’s up Kou?” You greeted, sitting up.

“Your aunt told me to come get you, I let her know where you were since she was worrying that you weren’t home yet. C’mon.” He says, smiling.

You looked back at Mitsuba, giving him one last hug.

A hug that Mitsuba swore made his heart flutter, though he’d never admit it to anyone of course. No matter if they were living or dead. Your hug felt warm, the first time he felt anything while he was dead, he was happy as you draped your arms around his neck—before letting him go and standing up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked, wiping the last of your tears with a smile.

“Yeah.” He agreed with a smile of his own.

“Hate to break the moment here,” Kou said, “but your aunt just texted me if I found you yet.” showing you his phone screen.

“Shit we have to go then, bye ‘Mitsu!” You rushed, speeding out with Kou.

“Bye!” He shouted after you.

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BONUS!! sorta..

“You know you’ll have to be careful, right?” Mitsuba heard Sakura’s monotonous voice echo, making him jump slightly from the unannounced presence.

“Geez you scared the crap out of me!” He yelped, sighing in relief when he realized it was her and not him.

“Did you hear me?” Sakura repeated, to which Mitsuba only let out a confused ‘huh’.

“You know what’ll happen if Tsukasa catches wind of this.” Sakura warned, genuinely worried for the dead photographer.

His expression dropped, contorted into a petrified one. He’s always thought it was thunder that scared him the most, but clearly he hadn’t met Tsukasa.

“Yeah..” he mumbled, reasonably unenthusiastically.

“Then, since you know the possible consequences, be more cautious. He pops out of no where sometimes.” She said with a sigh, shaking her head.

“Okay.” Was all he managed to mumble.

He couldn’t risk anyone or anything hurting you.

Especially not Tsukasa Yugi.

(A/N) : WOOOO I finished. My hands are so tired but I can’t stop writing. I can’t help but think I’m rushing this story a bit, but then again it’s only the 3rd chapter so maybe not? I’m trying to make it as much of a slow burn romance so lmk if it feels like it’s going too fast even though act II is literally just trying to help him remember Kou and finding him all over again and you don’t actually get to be with him till like act V(five). I’m tired so I think I’m just gonna crash sleep for a bit before I have to go to some college program. Hope you enjoyed it!! If not tell me and I’ll try to fix it.

hihihi, not a request but just wondering when act 2 of mitsuba x fem reader will be out? j literally just binge read the first act and i’m in tears ong

Hey, and I’ll probably either start it in the spring or in the summer! Mostly because I’m rlly rlly busy with school atm, but I will make sure to start working on it soon (I literally have multiple drafts already lol). I would have started it in the winter, but I got sick and due to other personal reasons, I postponed it. But I will make sure to get working on it as soon as I possibly can. (Also this is completely unrelated but any requests that anyone has asked for I am working on I just pls be patient with me I will have it posted soon or at some point. I might do a few specials for Valentine’s Day.) But yeah, I will try my hardest to get working and get it posted asap!! Make sure to take care of yourselves. <3

Act II — Until we meet again.

Ready to continue your adventure?

Yes / No

Chapter 6 — “Is it really you?”

Summary: After finally finding Mitsuba, all hell breaks loose. Between fighting Hanako though failing miserably and replacing the Hell of Mirrors No. 3 of the Seven Mysteries, but that isn't half of the chaos just waiting to unfold.

Chapter 7 — “Forbidden”

Summary : Days pass from the Hell of Mirrors incident, you can’t stop thinking about it. Hanako is no help, so what better option than to drag Kou with you!

Chapter 8 — “Is it worth selling my soul for you?”

Summary coming soon.

Chapter 9 — “There has to be another way.”

Summary coming soon

Chapter 10 — “Free now, but at what cost?”

Summary coming soon.

(A/N) : Aaah it's been a while hasn't it? Late start, but here we are! Get ready for Act Il !! The rest of the summaries will be loaded later, chapter's will be released every two weeks on Sunday’s. (Hopefully, anyways) :]

“When light meets blue.”

Starting your last year of Kamome Academy’s Middle School Divison (KAMSD), not really surprised that you can still seen these spirits roaming the halls not interested either, until rumor spread of this ghost that asks if you remember them. You can’t help but get curious. Luckily for you, Kou unintentionally comes to the rescue. Excited, he drags the dead photographer to you, and you meet. You were happy to have finally found the spirit, but surprised and shocked was all that fogged your mind when you realized it was Mitsuba.

(A/N) : We’ll call your aunt Autumn, just cause. Oh, and I proofread it.

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You struggled to get yourself out of bed, feeling something heavy on your chest. You knew what it was, ever since Mitsuba‘a death you always felt it weigh you down, preventing you from healing and moving on.

Not that you wanted to anyways, you were afraid if you were to move on, you would forget all about him.

Still, you needed to get up for school. It was your first last day of middle school, so really nothing more out of the ordinary could go wrong than the usual.

You got up, after a few more minutes of laying stiff. Getting up and dressing up for school. You made your way to the kitchen, in no particular rush. Feet dragging across the wooden floor.

“Oh good morning.” Your aunt, Autumn spoke turning around to glance at you before turning back to face the stove.

“I’m making some pancakes, so just sit there and they’ll be ready in a moment.” She added, flicking her wrist and flipping the pancake on it’s uncooked side.

You hummed, as if to say ‘okay’ but then quickly rushing out for your shoes. You sped back into the kitchen and sat down on a chair near the kitchen island. Slipping on your shoes and tying them, you sat down patiently waiting for your aunt to finish fixing up breakfast. It wouldn’t hurt to check my phone real quick, you thought, grabbing it out and unlocking it.

You noticed you had a few messages from Kou, and opened them to see what he had to say while your were sleeping.

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Kou

Did you fall asleep already?

Make sure you wake up early for school, I don’t wanna be alone for the first day.

Hello?

10:37 p.m.

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You snorted, rolling your eyes.

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(Y/N)

Don’t stress it, but maybe I should stay home. — 6:34 a.m.

Kou

Your so mean to me ☹️ — 6:34 a.m.

(Y/N)

I’m kidding, I’m just gonna eat and I’ll be on my way. — 6:35 a.m.

Kou

You better, that’s what you said when we went to that cafe with Teru. — 6:35 a.m.

(Y/N)

You didn’t wait that longg — 6:35 a.m.

Kou

You made us wait 20 minutes cause you kept seeing this old lady in your room. — 6:35 a.m.

(Y/N)

To be fair I had a reason, I was creeped out. — 6:36 a.m.

Kou

I guess so, but shouldn’t you be used to it already? —6:36 a.m.

(Y/N)

She was chanting in some foreign language 😨 — 6:36 a.m.

—

“(Y/N),” your aunt called “breakfast’s ready.” she followed up, sliding you a plate with a few neatly stacked pancakes.

“Thanks.” You responded, getting up the grab some syrup and a glass of milk.

You quickly ate your food, checking your phone again.

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Kou

Suree 😟 — 6:36 a.m.

(Y/N)

Shut up I know where you live — 6:41 a.m.

Kou

And I’m under your bed <3 — 6:41 a.m.

(Y/N)

HWAT — 6:41 a.m.

WHAT. — 6:42 a.m.

Kou

I’m kidding, I’m outside your door hurry up. — 6:42 a.m.

—

“Heading out already?” Your aunt asked, slipping her shoes on and grabbing her purse.

“About to.” You replied, putting your plate in the sink.

“Thanks for the breakfast mo- oba. It was good.” You quickly corrected yourself.

“It’s okay, you can call me mom I don’t really mind. Have a good day at school (N/N).” She smiled opening the door and she paused.

“Oh! (Y/N), your friend is here so you might want to hurry up. You can wait inside sweetie.” She said, inviting Kou inside.

“Thank you.” He said with a smile as he entered, seating himself on the couch.

“Give me a second I just need to grab my backpack.” You shouted as you ran up the stairs.

As you rushed upstairs you heard a faint voice, but not faint enough for you to not recognize.

“(Y/N).” It echoed, making you stop in your tracks.

You knew that voice from anywhere, and quickly turned around.

Nothing.

You were met with an empty corridor, nothing was there. You sighed, going up the rest of the stairs to grab your backpack. Once you did, you ran downstairs and stopped in front of Kou.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready.”

There were kids crowding the entrance, students from all grades scattered throughout the perimeter.

“So many people..” you mumbled, feeling a bit uneasy.

“First day jitters?” Teru asked coming from behind you both.

“Probably.” You replied.

“We’ll do just fine, don’t worry (Y/N)!” Kou assured, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Just make sure not to embarrass yourself too much Kou.” Teru teased, making you snort.

Kou groaned, mumbling something along the lines of “you guys are so mean to me I swear”.

Just then the bell rung, making the what looked like mountains of students flood into the different schools.

“Well, I have to head over for student council, but stay out of trouble you two.” Teru said, ruffling Kou’s hair and patting your back as he walked off.

“C’mon we should be heading in too.” Kou suggested.

“Yeah probably, let’s go.” You agreed, following Kou into the doors of the middle school.

“Hey Kou! (Y/N).” Yokoo called out, running after you both.

“Oh hey.” Kou spoke, turning around.

“Did you guys grab your schedule’s yet? What’re your classes?” Yokoo asked, walking with you two.

“We were just going to, come with us.” You suggested.

“Oh, okay!” He agreed, tagging along with you two.

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“Oh sweet, (Y/N) you and I have the same first period!” Kou cheered.

You let out a celebratory cheer knowing you wouldn’t be alone for your first class.

“Woah really what class is it?” Yokoo asked, peaking over Kou’s shoulder to look at your schedule’s hopeful that he would be with you two.

“Awh man.. I have science first.” He sighed in defeat.

“It’s okay! Cause look we have gym together afterwards.” You tried to reassure him.

“Well at least that’s good—“ Yokoo added, but the bell rung a second time as he finished.

“We should really get going now.” Kou insisted, turning around and rushing towards class.

“Kou Minamoto, wait for me you jerk!” You complained running after him.

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“Welcome to your last—“ the teacher was cut off by your entrance.

“Oh, have a seat wherever there’s a free spot.” She ordered, “As I was saying, welcome to your last year of middle school.” you and Kou quickly rushed to a desk in the back and sat with each other.

“We made it.” He whispered to you with a smile.

“Woo!” You silently cheered with a chuckle.

“Right after this we’ll be going to the gym for an assembly, they’ll tell you a few things then we’ll come back here and we’ll do a few ice breakers to get to know each other better.” The teacher explained.

The rest of the school day went by fast, but you weren’t complaining. You groaned as you stretched your arms above your head. “Long day?” A voice asked.

But when you turned around no one was there. Of course, you weren’t really scared. Just curious.

“Helloo?” It spoke again.

You kept looking around till you looked up.

“Hey.” It greeted with a smile.

“Hi-“ you squeaked in surprise.

“Hey (Y/N), thanks for waiting—“ Kou paused when he saw it.

A ghost was floating right over you. He had choppy dark brown hair, and amber eyes. There were two orb-like objects floating along side him—one red, one blue.

Kou gripped his spirit staff tightly, looking for the perfect moment to strike.

“Got ya!” Kou swung, hoping to hit the ghost with it.

But he missed.

“Missed! Your too slow.” The ghost teased, before running off.

“Why you little—!” Kou sighed in defeat.

He looked over at you and you offered a nervous chuckle.

“Well, we should start walking home then.” He said after clearing his throat, ignoring the whispers and stares that were now on and about him.

“Yeah..” you agree “let’s go.”

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The walk home wasn’t silent, you two ranting about the teachers who were nice and those who were absolute assholes. You told Kou how you would see spirits in the halls, and he groaned about how you should have called him immediately. You guys finally ended it as you two stopped in front of the road separating your houses.

“See you then. Tell Tiara I say hi!” You call as you walk across the street.

“I will!” He shouted back as he rushed inside.

You felt the wind ruffle your hair, feeling someone else’s presence. But you knew your aunt wasn’t home for at least another hour.

“Hello?” You called, turning around with a hand on the door knob.

No response.

You just shook your head “it’s probably nothing” you thought, opening the door and closing it shut behind you.

Slipping off your shoes at the door, you rushed up to your room to rest, being absolutely exhausted from the long first day of school.

—

“(Y/N)...” you heard a voice whisper, but you fell asleep before you could check what it was.

“(Y/N), wake up!” It echoed.

“Why can’t you hear me?” The voice trembled.

Your eyes shot open, as you were in some place you couldn’t remember falling asleep in. So there was only one clear answer.

You were dreaming.

And you knew where you were, more importantly. You knew when this was.

The day you were supposed to help him make his mother curry for her birthday.

He planned to wish his mother a happy birthday by cooking curry for her, which you knew she would love.

But in the midst of running to buy the missing potatoes in winter, he died in an accident on the road while on the way for potatoes and it would become the last day that you, and more importantly, the last time his mother would ever see him.

You could barely make out the blurred out face of Mitsuba, mumbling something inaudible to your ears. The silence was so deafening, you tried talking to them, but it was as if you were invisible.

And you knew you were.

You were just so desperate to talk to him again. At least one more time. All of a sudden the silence was broken, and there were screams.

Except, these weren’t screams of joy or any type of excitement.

They were of pure horror. Agony.

You were petrified as you saw the scene in front of you.

There was Mitsuba, laying lifeless on the cool pavement.

You choked out a sob as it all settled into your head. You shook your head in shock, you’ve had nightmares before, but never like this. Never vividly showing these scenes, especially of those you knew.

You felt sick, fighting the urge to empty your stomach at the view.

And that’s when you woke up.

Crying and sweating, you sobbed.

The lights turned on, revealing your worried aunt Autumn.

“Oh god, (Y/N)! Are you okay?” She said, rushing over to hug you.

You sobbed in her arms. You explained to her your nightmare, the gruesome scene, the horrifying screams. She looked so upset that she couldn’t do anything to help but just listen.

“Shhh.. it’s okay honey. I know it hurts. Well, actually I don’t know. But it must be rough losing someone you were close too. But you should know he’s in a better place now right?” She assured.

“But what if he isn’t? What if he’s out there, confused and scared. Unable to cross over?” You wailed, hiccuping as you did.

“But,” your aunt said “what if he’s perfectly fine. And in a better place?” she tried to sympathize, knowing you were hurt.

“I don’t know.” You croaked, your throat hurt from sobbing, and you eyes hurt from all the crying.

“Here, tell you what.” She said, getting up.

“I’m going to go get you some water, and I’ll come back and I can talk to you until you fall asleep. You can tell me about your day at school? How about that?” She suggested, stopping at the door waiting for your response.

“Okay.” You hiccuped, wiping away the remaining tears.

She gave you a quick smile, before rushing downstairs to grab a glass of water.

And true to her word, she returned with said glass of water, sitting beside you on your bed. She stayed with you until you felt comfortable enough to go back to bed.

“Thank you, mom.” You smiled gratefully.

Shocked, and honored, she smiled warmly that you would consider her your mother.

“Good night sweetie.” She said, switching the lights off and heading to bed herself.

The next couple of weeks were strange. You kept hearing these voices, usually that wasn’t something out of the ordinary, but this time something was different. They sounded like him.

You sighed, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand. You buried yourself in your thoughts, thinking about what it meant. But you couldn’t come up with a logical reason.

It wasn’t until you heard the start of a new rumor that you were forced out of your thoughts. You always listened to them, just to tell Kou about them since you knew he liked to investigate them.

“Have you heard?”

A bunch of ‘no’s’ and hushed giggled responded as people crowded around to listen to the latest rumor.

“I’ve heard from my sister who’s friend with Aoi that the entrance to the middle school is haunted!” The girl gushed.

“They said there’s ghost that haunts the middle school lockers, grabbing people as they change their shoes and asking them "Do you remember me?".” She explained in a hushed voice, earning a few silent giggles.

“Do you remember me?” You pondered.

You thought it sounded a bit stupid, but nonetheless you were curious.

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You continued on with your day going off to tell Kou immediately as the bell for lunch rang.

“Kou!” You called, making said blonde boy stop in his tracks and turn around.

“There’s a new rumor, did you hear about it already?” You asked.

“Maybe, what’s this one about?” He asked as he walked with you to eat in the cafeteria.

“Supposedly there’s this ghost haunting the middle school entrance. All I heard is that when you’re going to change your shoes it asks you ‘do you remember me?’.” You explained.

“Supposedly?” He asked, sitting down with you at the nearest table.

“Did you see it yet or?” He added on another question as he took out his lunch, thinking it’d be a good idea to start eating while they waited for Yokoo and Satou.

“No, not yet. I kind of want to though.” You confess.

He raised an eyebrow, taking a bite from his lunch.

“Since when were you curious about a rumor?” He asked as he chewed.

“I..” you stopped yourself.

Truth was, you didn’t even know why.

“..don’t know.” You muttered, a confused look etched on your features.

“If you want we can investigate it together?” Kou suggested, taking another bite.

“I would, but I promised Satou I would sign up for some cooking class with him.” You whined.

“Oh alright.” Kou said.

He paused.

“Want me to keep you updated?” He offered.

“Would you?” You asked hopefully.

He knew he couldn’t say no when he saw that ambitious glint in your eyes.

“Sure.” He smiled.

“You’re a god send Kou!” You exclaimed excitedly as you hugged him.

Soon after, Satou and Yokoo arrived, and you all talked about whatever it was that was on your minds.

The bell rung shortly after you all had finished eating your lunches, and wished each other all your good byes as you separated to go to your next class.

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Kou walked off with Satou and Yokoo after gym, heading to the entrance to change shoes.

“So hey, did you hear?” Yokoo asked, a bright smile on his kind features.

Before Kou could reply, he continued.

“They say the entrance the middle school is haunted! When you’re changing shoes, the ghost will grab your arm and then it’ll say, ‘Hey’” Yokoo explained but something seemed off.

Something echoed. And suddenly Yokoo felt chills.

He quickly turned around to face Satou.

“Woah, cut it out Satou!” He yelped a bit startled.

“What? But I didn’t do anything.” Satou mumbled a bit confused.

Yokoo let out a confused ‘huh?’ before asking “Then—“ he never got finish his sentence, a cold, ghostly hand grabbed hold of Kou’s wrist.

“Did you forget about me?” It whispered, making Yokoo and Satou both shout in terror.

They ran off in fear, leaving Kou with the supernatural being. Kou smirked, grabbing the ghost’s arm.

“You’re haunting the wrong guy!” And with that, he threw whatever ghost it was.

It hit the wall with a loud thud. He walked up to it, slamming his foot against the wall right beside it.

“So the rumors about you were true, damn evil spirit.” Kou spat.

“I’m gonna capture you and— um—“ he paused as the ghost was more visible.

His eyes went wide when he saw a boy in uniform, pink hair and pink eyes with a green hue in it.

He didn’t know what to do, so he did what anyone not Teru would do.

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“Hey kid,” Hanako greeted, looking over at Kou.

“What ya got there?” He asked curiously.

“He’s an evil spirit who was causing trouble at the school entrance, and I caught him!” Kou exclaimed triumphantly.

Hanako hummed.

“And your going to exorcise him.. now?” He asked, making the poor ghost shake his head frantically in fear.

He would’ve yelled if he could, but his mouth was tapped shut.

“Uh..” Kou muttered, rubbing his neck a bit.

“I stopped doing that kinda thing.” Kou explained.

He perked up again with a smile.

“So!” He began “I was wondering.. there’s gotta be some other way we can deal with the problem right?”

The ghost sighed in relief, but it was short lived when Hanako stared intensely at the spirit.

He pursed his lips before standing up again.

“Well he’s probably here cause he has some unfinished business right?” Hanako asked.

“So maybe you just need to finish that for him?” He suggested.

The ghost turned pale, even more if possible.

“Of course!” Kou exclaimed.

“Now that we know that, this should be easy!” Kou cheered excitedly.

“Let’s go evil spirit! We’re going to go take care of your unfinished business!” Kou beamed.

He ran out, dragging it along.

He stopped for a moment.

“That’s right I told (Y/N) I’d update her. She’d probably want to come too!” He exclaimed.

Kou looked down at the panicked ghost and smiled.

“We have to make a quick stop first!” He explained, rushing off with him which earned a few stares from others.

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“Okay, wait here.” Kou ordered, as he ran out to go look for you.

He finally find you at your locker, and dragged you away without a word.

You yelped in shock, “What’s this about?”

“Found it! Hanako said we should help it so I thought you’d want to join.” He said smiling at you.

You grabbed your phone real quick, noticing it’s after school hours.

“Wait! Let me just text my aunt real quick that I’m staying with you for a bit.” You say, stopping him.

Kou was basically jumping up and down with excitement as he waited for you to text her.

—

(Y/N)

Hey mom I’m gonna stay with Kou after school for a bit, he found this spirit that I asked him to find out more about. I’ll be home later! — 3:31 p.m.

Mom [aunt]

Okay but be safe, don’t be later than 7 alright? — 3:31 p.m.

(Y/N)

Okay! — 3:31 p.m.

—

“Alright let’s go!” You cheered, quickly turning off your phone and practically running down the halls with him.

“Wait, let me just go put my things in my locker. I don’t want to be running around with it.” You said, he nodded and went to go walk to where he left him, knowing you’d catch up.

“Okay! Tell me about this unfinished business of yours! We’ll solve it in a flash! And you can go happily get the hell outta here and go to the next life!” Kou cheered.

He bent down to remove the tape from the ghost’s mouth and he winced. He looked curious when the ghost didn’t talk, and was about to speak again when he did.

“Shut it you hella lame traffic safety earring boy.” The ghost spat, looking at Kou so intensely, that if Kou wasn’t standing he’d feel small.

To say Kou was shocked was an understatement, he didn’t think that the boy in front of him would say something so vulgar. I mean he looked so innocent and weak sweet.

“What do you mean traffic safety?” Kou mumbled.

“Your brain’s already been in an accident, spun around a million times and died.” Kou spat back.

“That stupid earring!” The ghost boy scoffed.

“Taking advantage of my delicate frame to have your way with me!” The ghost wailed dramatically.

“I know what you’re up to! You’re gonna rough me up, all because I’m such an adorable little ghost guy!”He continued.

“What? No I’m not!” Kou retorted.

“Like in those dirty videos! Like in those dirty videos!”

You were on your way back, but hesitated to continue.

That voice, it couldn’t be.

Could it?

Taking a few shaky steps forward, your breath hitched.

It really was him.

“Oh there you are (Y/N), I—“ Kou paused.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

You had started crying.

“Mitsuba?”

(A/N) : Lmao I’m tired. But I didn’t want to stop until I finished a few chapters knowing I procrastinate a whole lot so I tried to write as much as I could before my motivation died down. Also I’m not sure if that’s how Mitsuba actually died, it’s just what I’ve read cause I don’t know much of his character aside from his girly look and overconfident cocky personality. But from what I read, that’s supposedly it? If I’m wrong please correct me. Hope you liked it. :)

- SK8 THE INFINITY

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Kaoru Sakurayashiki ((Cherry Blossom))

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Kojiro Nanjo ((Joe))

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Langa Hasegawa

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Miya Chinen

“Disaster” Miya x reader songfic.

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Tadashi Kikuchi

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MYSTIC MESSENGER

V Jihyun Kim

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707 Luciel/Saeyoung

Don’t cry, I’m here. — Saeyoung x fem! reader

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Yoosung Kim

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Jumin Han

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Jaehee Kang

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‘Unknown’ Saeran/Ray

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Hyun ‘Zen’ Ryu

Zen x reader (gn) — First kiss.

(A/N) : Sorry, will not be writing for Rika. I’m not too familiar with her character.

- TEARS OF THEMIS

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Luke Pearce

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