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Twenty-four minutes until five. it was the voice being repeated over and over again inside (Y/N)'s head. the time was midnight, but she was still up and on the roof of the house. a stray bird on her side as she watched the stars above, counting the twinkling specs of the cosmos like as if she could.
in the silence of the night with only the vehicles of workers and travelers were heard, a creak booms on her side, a step, and a curse. "you're here . . . i was looking for 'ya." the irritating voice pretty much gave out that it was Wakasa.
(Y/N) ignores him and sent her attention to petting the bird from earlier. her back was cold and flat and aching as it laid over the hard finish of the roof. red hair sprawled recklessly and flying everywhere from the cold of the wind and onto the clamp of snow stuck on her ice-cold, holiday bed as Wakasa steps closer and sat on her side and shivered.
he turns his head over to the woman and sighed, fogging his breath.
"you're not wearing a coat. you might get sick."
"i'm fine."
he sighed again, failing to get through the barrier the woman has up on-guard. he wanted to infiltrate her head -her heart. capture it and lock it with his. call it taboo for falling in love with his dead best-friend's ex-fiancé - if you can consider Shinichiro engaged to a literal child, and to a woman who is so much younger than him at that, he wouldn't care.
