𝑆ℎ𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠...
27-year-old ex-violinist Yunagi Reiya lives a quiet and simple life as a foreign service officer and part-time barista...
A/N: Mikey finally meets his mystery girl and likewise Reiya's going to know her handsome "savior". With this development, the fast-paced romance between Mikey and Reiya will now begin.
Something to note before you read the rest of the chap:
※ We weren't given any First-Future!Mikey crumbs other than that sideview picture of him so I took liberties with my characterization of him here. I'd like to think that the grown-up Mikey of this timeline is someone incredibly mature and just overall cool, while also being cold and aloof due to losing nearly everything he held dear. He's still dangerous but that doesn't stop him from having a soft spot for the people he cares about and we all know he's a gentleman at heart (plus First-Future!Mikey is so fine and wE'RE JUST GONNA FORGET ABOUT IT?! Oh no ma'am, not on my watch, no sirree 😤😤😤 Ahem). Anyway, I hope you like my depiction of Adult!Mikey 💓
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〖 Chapter Two 〗
Recapturing the Impossible
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JULY 1, 2017
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The darkness was breaking away, sensation coming back to her one by one as she roused from unconsciousness; the softness of the sheets, the warmth of the blanket weighing pleasantly on her limp form, the distant aching of her left hand, and the comforting smell of new linen.
Reiya opened her eyes with a bewildered whimper. She laid there for a while, the unfamiliar outline of the white ceiling greeting her first, making her eyes squint in confusion. Slowly it dawned on her that she wasn't in her apartment, that she wasn't even in her own bed, and the memories from the night before fell on her like a ton of bricks.
Playing her heart out and crying like a madwoman...her bloodied, battered fingers...a gorgeous stranger with a pair of striking black eyes and the unforgettable sensation of his strong arms around her...
Reiya's face erupted into a dark shade of red, only to turn pale when she realized she was in his bed. She scrambled to sit up, pushing the blanket off as she frantically checked herself. 'Oh, GOD. How could you let this happen to yourself, Reiya!? Aggggrrhhh! Stupid, stupiiiiiid!'
She tried to think above the rush of alarm when she saw that other than being divested of her coat and shoes, nothing seemed to be amiss. It was clear that there were no signs of assault. But oh he took care of her all right. Just not in the way she feared.
Reiya lifted her left hand for further inspection. He had treated it, the tips of her fingers cleaned and bandaged. She moved it a little, holding her breath. She tried it a few more times before placing it on her lap, eyes closing in resignation. She heaved a sigh and went about inspecting the room.
