Never Without You │ BOTW modern AU fanfic

When She Gives Her Heart to Him, She Breaks My Heart in Two

Pik's new apartment is downtown, only a few minutes from campus. Link and I walk up to the door with the number 49, each carrying a box. Pik follows shortly after, keys in hand.

"Do you want me to unlock the door for you?" I ask Pik.

He shakes his head. "I'll have to be able to do it by myself. Like a big boy," he chuckles, his fingers searching the door for the lock. Once found, he inserts the key and twists the lock.

"Home, sweet home," he says, stepping inside the new apartment.

Walking into the apartment, I'm taken aback by the rustic charm of the brick walls and open kitchen area. The wooden floors create a cozy feel, and the high ceilings give it an open, airy atmosphere. It's got that loft style, and I'm surprisingly loving it.

There's no furniture yet, and honestly, it's perfect. It's like a blank canvas, ready for Pik's artistic touch. The big windows, framed in black, flood the place with light.

"Where do you want these boxes?" Link asks Pik.

"Maybe somewhere in a corner so I don't trip over them."

Link and I place the boxes near the wall. A fire escape connects to the window, almost serving as a little balcony space, and the view is just something else! We are surrounded by other tall buildings, so you can't see the Hollywood sign like you can from my Father's house, or the Pacific ocean like you can from our new townhome, but Pik's view is like a snapshot of the city nightlife waking up. With the street lights turning on one by one, the sinking sun becomes a beautiful backdrop. It's a bit urban and oddly peaceful all at once. Too bad Pik can't take in this view. I'm sure it would inspire him.

"Come on," Link nudges me, "let's get the rest of the boxes."

I nod, barely able to take my eyes off the view.

Watching me admire the apartment so much, Link remarks, "Geez, maybe we should've signed the lease for this place instead of the townhome."

I aim my eyes away from the window, meeting Link's gaze. "I like our townhouse just as much," I assure him. "Besides, this is a studio apartment. You really think you, me, Revali, Mipha, Impa, and Malice would all fit in this one room?"

"I think if we tried, at least one of us would end up dead," Link says with a smirk. I don't guess who.

We head back to the car to get the rest of Pik's stuff. Since he is moving from a crowded dorm room into a large loft, there aren't too many boxes to carry, and after two more back-and-forths, everything Pik owns is now standing in his new living room.

"Thanks so much, guys," Pik says, still getting familiar with the space. The loft style suits him—creative, open, a bit unconventional. I can already see this becoming his own little studio in the heart of the city.

"We can help you unpack some stuff," I say, gently placing his keyboard on the kitchen counter. Looking at the piano makes me want to play some music, but even more than that, I long to hear Pik play his songs.

He kindly declines, "You've done more than enough. It's getting late anyway and I'm sure you have better things to do on a Saturday night."

"Pik..." I try again, only for Link to step in.

"No offense, dude," he says to Pik, "but you can't even read the labels on these boxes. Let us help you unpack, it's really no big deal."

Taken aback by Link's assertiveness, Pik relents and accepts our help with a silent nod and a murmured, "Thank you."

It's nice to see them getting along. To some degree at least. For a long time, they couldn't really stand each other, and although I don't see them becoming best friends anytime soon, it's good to know that they can put their differences aside to help and support each other.