Qui Vive | Kaji Windbreaker 𓍯 ִֶָ

🎧⊹ SIXTY SIX₊˚

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II

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You sat quietly on the bench, Lara’s hand still clasped in yours. Despite your attempt to stay calm, unease churned in your stomach. The sweat on your palms betrayed your nerves, and you hastily wiped them on your clothes.

Sakura approached with a bottle of water and tissues. He handed them to you with a soft, worried look. “Thanks,” you murmured, watching as he walked back to where Suo and Nirei stood, keeping a respectful distance. Despite their obvious concern, they gave you and Lara the space you needed.

You opened the water bottle and handed it to Lara, who was busy wiping her puffy eyes. She took a few sips, her trembling hands holding the bottle before passing it back to you. You closed it and set it aside, trying to steady your own shaking hands.

Lara turned her tear-streaked face toward you, her expression a mixture of guilt and pain. “I… I can’t even look at you with those kind eyes of yours,” she said, voice thick with emotion. She shifted, now facing the Ferris wheel that had stopped moving moments ago.

She cleared her throat, her fingers fidgeting nervously on her lap. “I don’t know where to begin,” she admitted. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “But… I thought that if I could steal him away from you, maybe—just maybe—he’d fall in love with me.”

Your breath hitched as her words sank in. She avoided your gaze, but you could see how tightly she gripped the fabric of her skirt.

“It’s me, Y/n. I’m the loser,” she confessed, her tone filled with bitterness.

You furrowed your brows, confusion and disbelief swirling in your mind. You stayed silent, knowing she needed to get it all out.

“Every time I tried… I could see it. He wouldn’t say it, but his heart… it’s always been yours,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Your heartbeat quickened as the pieces began to fall into place.

“Kaji did everything to bring you back,” Lara added, her voice trembling.

Flashback

“Where is she?” Kaji’s voice was sharp and commanding as he stood before Lara. Enomoto supported her to keep her from collapsing, but her dazed eyes were locked on Kaji’s face.

He wasn’t looking at her the way she wanted. His worry, his urgency—it wasn’t for her.

“Tell me where Y/n is right now!” Kaji demanded, his voice rising in frustration.

Lara’s breath hitched, her fantasies shattered. It was Y/n. It was always Y/n. Even as she stood before him, bruised and battered, his concern wasn’t for her.

Her lips parted, and she finally spoke. “I…” she hesitated, her mind racing. Then, out of sheer desperation, a twisted idea took root.

“I’ll tell you… if you agree to date me.”

Kaji’s eyes widened, his disbelief etched on his face. “Are you out of your damn mind?”