a touch | inumaki x reader

nineteen

Tokyo Morning

As people paced around in different directions, you watched as briefcases swung back and forth in hands, the wheels of suitcases clamoring against the hard station floor. Despite it still being morning, Tokyo was still as eccentric as usual.

You caught sight of Inumaki leaning against a pillar before slipping in between the tiny gaps of the boisterous crowd, struggling to reach him. As soon as he saw you from within the sea of people, he quickly walked over to you.

Catching your breath, you lightheartedly chuckled,

"Well, that's Tokyo for you."

"Are you alright?" Inumaki asked, his tone hinted with a bit of worry.

"Mhm," You replied, glimpsing around.

You glanced up at Inumaki who was coated with a long, dark grey jacket and a coal black turtle-collared top. His pale hands were hidden behind his midnight black leggings, while he wore a casual black mask. You also noticed that he'd combed his hair as it looked much more nicely kept than before.

On the other hand, you wore a black, long-sleeved shirt along with a checkered dark blue skirt. Wearing ankle-length dark brown shoes, you had brought along a small satchel bag.

With your footsteps following right behind, you tugged onto Inumaki's jacket as you watched the hectic crowd of people swarm the station. The two of you briskly walked across, seeing the stairs to the surface near you both.

As you both climbed up the stairs, you felt a drop of sweat trickle down your forehead at the suffocating crowd that thronged the station.

"Inumaki, slow down," You panted, shoved around by the hustling citizens.

Suddenly, you saw a hand enter your vision. Inumaki's. You glanced upwards, your heart thumping faster by each second at the sight.

Inumaki's luscious violet eyes pierced you, his figure aglow and iridescent from the daylight glow in front.

"I'm sorry, please hang on a bit longer," Inumaki apologized as you took his rough hand.

You couldn't tell if it was because of the heat or not, but heat bloomed into your cheeks as you glanced at everywhere except for Inumaki. He helped you up, shielding you from the hasty passerby's.

Once you'd finally reached the surface, the autumn gust of wind felt blustery against your face, the muggy air warm from the blazing sun. It was not long before there was an announcement, then followed by the rattling sounds of the train.

Glimpsing around, you watched as the doors of the train opened. After waiting for the sea of people to leave, you and Inumaki entered, the air inside cold and bleak, different from the outside. You took a seat next to him, sighing,

"It's so crowded even though it's only nine."

Inumaki simply responded with a chuckle and nod, glancing as more people started to flood into the already crowded train.

You turned to look at the diagram above the shutting doors of the train, counting down the several stops before your destination, Inokashira Park.

The jittery emotion from when you had woken up still followed you, your legs slightly squirming about from not being able to sit still from excitement. As you heard the doors finally closing and the continuation of the train's rattles, you whirled around.

Behind you was a vast window, the scenery of rice fields and buildings appearing just as quickly as they disappeared. In the corner of your eye, you had caught sight of a faint bridge, its waters shimmering and illuminating a quivering path across. A thought flickered across your mind as you laid your head against the cold glass, closing your eyes as a lulling feeling enveloped you.

So it was Inumaki.

You sneaked a glance at the boy next to you, whose eyes seemed completely immersed in the blurry movie on the window from underneath the azure sky and wispy clouds.

I wonder if he remembers.

* * * *

Inumaki was gazing out the window, so when (Y/N) had fallen asleep with her head tilting downwards, he hadn't noticed. However, with the subtle touch of her head on his shoulder, he whirled his head, slightly startled.

Sneaking a glance at her, a strange sense of bother poked at Inumaki as he watched a strand of hair hover over her face. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his other unoccupied hand.

She's asleep, right...?

Inumaki reached out his right hand, softly tucking the hair away from (Y/N)'s face into behind her ears, careful not to wake her up from her sleep.

Inumaki paid no attention to the flickering scenery of total blackness and the bright morning day glow as he watched (Y/N) rest quietly against his shoulder.

He did remember her from when they first met at the hill. They'd never properly introduced themselves, but just the moment of escapism was enough.

A smile formed on Inumaki's face, his lips curling into a grin. Had he the power to stop time forever, he would do so right this moment.