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Ichimatsu - Reaching You, Finally

I altered the ages a slight bit, I hope that's okay! Ichimatsu - 26 | [Y/N] - 19

It was getting harder and harder for you to sleep. Laying on your back, your eyes roamed your dark and plain ceiling as you sorted through your pile of thoughts.

Ichimatsu. His name stuck to your mind like glue. An image of his rare soft smile and lazy eyes formed in front of your eyes. The ache in your heart grew stronger.

With a sigh, you turned to your side, reaching out to clutch at a large cat plushie, holding it tightly to your chest. This particular plushie was one he had won for you at the arcade a few days ago. It was soft, like him. Cute and cuddly.

'I should be happy,' you think with a frown. This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Being infatuated with him since you first met him, you waited an agonisingly long time until you had finally plucked the courage to confess. And what a dream come true it was for him to say he felt the same.

That day seemed so far away, now.

Peering down at your plushie, you began to wonder. Did he still see you as a child? You were younger than him by handful of years, after all. You were at the beginnings of your own adulthood, and yet here you were. Pouting over some issue you had conjured up in your mind, and holding onto a stuffed toy.

Whereas he was an adult. A man. He could be right next to you, but he would feel so far away. Miles away from your reach. Sometimes, just as your fingertips would grasp at the back of his shirt, he would slip away from your hold, as if he were never close to you at all.

'He loves me, though...' you think next, biting at your trembling lip. Of course he did. He hasn't said it yet, but he shows he loves you. By taking you on dates, buying you small presents, little shows of affection. So of course he loves you. Right?

Another sigh fell through your lips. Hesitantly, you pushed away the toy, turning away from it and choosing to hug at your arms instead, knees curling to tuck in tightly to your chest.

It was a long night for you.

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Twirling a lock of hair around your finger, you glanced around the small park. The clock looming beside you ticked on. He was late. Or maybe you were just early?

You shook your head. You were thinking too much. Overthinking. This entire morning, your mind was working too fast for you. You couldn't seem to take the time to think straight for a minute.

Constant questions came and went, laying on your lips but unspoken. Where was he? Was he even coming? Was he bored of you? Was it because he saw you as a kid?

You tugged harshly on your lock of hair.

'Stop,' you scolded yourself. Nothing was wrong. So what if he's a few minutes late? It's fine. It doesn't mean anything. Calm down.

A streak of purple entered the crowd, and you eyes instantly latched onto the colour. So familiar. So comforting. It came closer until he stood before you, his slouched stature still taller than you. His signature purple hoodie was swapped out for a purple turtle neck sweater instead, covered by a black coat. He was wearing glasses. They looked really good on him.

"Hey," he murmured. As always, he raised a single finger to run down the side of your burning cheek, barely touching you, the light trail of his tracing finger leaving a gentle tingle.

You would respond the same in a breathless, quiet voice. Your hands twitched, wanting to run your fingers through his messy but soft tresses.

Without another word, he took hold of your hand, his skin significantly warmer than yours, and began leading you away. Your mind was still in a flustered, uncertain daze, but you soon found yourself in a secluded area of the park, situated under a thick canopy of trees. It was quieter here.

"How have you been?" He started. He slowly intertwined his fingers with your own. You contemplated how you should respond.

"Fine," you threw in a small smile for good measure. You were an adult, too. You could handle your issues on your own.

Your reassuring thoughts were promptly dashed out the window when you saw his brow raise slightly. His flat stare scrutinised your face, from the twitch in your brow to the smile that fell at the corners.

"...You can tell me, y'know." He tugged your hand, urging you to sit closer. "You don't have to, but I wouldn't mind if you did."

Your resolve was thinning quickly. Maybe you should. It would be easier to talk about it. But it was a stupid thing to worry about. He wouldn't care. But if he loves you, then he would. Clearly he would.

'Make a choice, idiot!' You glanced down at your hands. The soothing rub of his thumb over your knuckles caught your attention. He was always so caring, so gentle with you. The smallest of things meant so much from him. Your heart thumped harder in your chest the more you realised just how far you had fallen in.

"It's... Well, it's stupid, really.." you couldn't look him in the eyes. Not until he tucked a hand under your chin, raising your head to face him. His expression hadn't changed.

"I don't care if it is. If it's bothering you, then you should talk about it with someone."

The firm resolution in his voice was what sparked it. The light sheen of water in your eyes made him panic for a moment.

"Do you see me as a child?"

What a way to start the conversation, but you were too far into your emotions to care.

"It's just... you're older than me, and I'm barely an adult myself, and I... I just can't stop thinking about how you must see me as immature, or something... I mean even now!" You gestured to yourself, your voice rising as you blubbered on. "I'm crying like a big baby over nothing, and I-I wouldn't be surprised if... If you want to l-leave me.. or somethin'..." you repeated yourself.

Your throat was burning. You tried to control your breathing, but it just hurt more. He wasn't responding. Your vision blurred further. This was it. This was goodbye, wasn't it? You weren't ready, but for him, you would be strong. You had to be. You could be an adult, too...

"[Y/N]."

His warms hands cupped your cheeks, turning you to face him. His thumbs brushed at the tears streaming down your skin. They pooled up more, but he didn't seem to mind.

"You're right. That is kinda stupid."

His bluntness never ceased to surprise you.

"It's stupid, that you think this slight age difference between us is going to stop me from loving you."

A strangled whimper left your throat. Your fingers came forward to clutch at his coat. He was here, with you. Not just beside you, but within reach. His warmth flooded your senses. He was with you now.

"And I don't care if you come to me crying like a baby. I'll just take care of you until you feel better. I'm not gonna leave you over a small reason like that. I love you too much."

"You love me..?" Your hoarse voice barely above a whisper. He came in close with a curved smile, so rare and so pretty each time you saw it.

"I do." He rested his forehead against your own. He finally said it.

"I love you, too..." you held the hands that rested in your cheeks, revelling in the feeling of holding him close.

You met his gaze, his blank gaze holding something you were sure you hadn't seen before. They flitted down to your lips, then back your eyes. You did the same.

He slowly closed the gap, his smooth lips caressing your own in a sensual, passionate kiss.

You were together now. Side by side, under the shade of tall oak trees.