Broken Glass (Joshua x reader)

Epilogue

(A/N: Quick note to say that this is the end of the story. Thank you for reading this far and I hope you enjoyed this silly little story. Warning: More detail in fluffy moments (in a sense like a lime but not))

Six years later~

"Oh dearie~ I'm back from Wildkat~" Joshua's voice rang out from the Shibuya River and I smiled as I heard his voice, my heart doing a back flip as I lounged in Dead God's Pad on one of the exquisite and fluffy white couches. My legs were crossed as I gingerly set down the glass I was holding on the table in front of me next to a bottle of opened wine, and turned towards where Joshua was casually walking up to me. He took off a fur lined winter coat he was wearing and set it on a coat rack as he adjusted his shirt, straightening it out. Joshua ran a hand through his slightly messy hair that he managed to pull off, giving him a handsome look in my opinion. His RG form had changed and was more mature and more grown up as he smirked at me and sat down next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he pulled me towards his torso that was as scrawny as ever.

"Am I allowed to know what you and Mr. Hanekoma were talking about?" I asked, snuggling into Joshua's side as I looked up into his violet eyes with a hopeful gaze.

"Hm, let me think... Nope," Joshua said, popping the 'p' as he buried his face into my hair, as a couple strands of his fell in front of my eyes. Reaching his other arm around me, he gently tugged me onto his lap as he cuddled my body in his arms, his warmth radiating off of him as I inhaled his scent that was left on the shirt he was wearing.

"Why do you not change your wardrobe? You seem to wear the same thing everyday," I said as I noticed he had his usual every day attire. The only difference was a coat that he now wore everywhere in the winter weather that was hung up on a coat rack at the end of the couch.

"Why do you not wear the same thing every day? I could see you wearing some of my clothes," Joshua said as he grabbed the hem of my shirt, tugging on it with what seemed to be a hint of playfulness. I huffed and placed my hand over the one that was messing with my shirt.

"It's called having a sense of style and staying with some trends. You're in Shibuya. How do you not know that?"

"I know of it. I just like to buy you clothes, that's all. You're a darling to dress up," Joshua answered as he held a hand on the side of my head, holding me close to his body as I leaned into his embrace.

"Thanks...? I don't know if that's a compliment or not," I answered truthfully as he giggled, making me sigh inwardly at whatever Joshua had planned, being as unpredictable as he was, and always has been for as long as I'd known him. Although, that didn't mean that I didn't mind that he was more comfortable around me.

I had found myself hanging out more at Dead God's Pad when his Reaper Officers were out and would wait for him as Neku continued to be his Conductor, just never there, which meant I didn't have to worry about him. Neku only was around here when a Game was going on, which wasn't often, thankfully. The Reapers' Game took its toll out on Joshua, reviving players who had survived... and there have been an unusual amount of players who have been surviving after every game, as if everyone in Shibuya whose been dying gained a sudden burst of energy and a commitment to stay alive.

"Take it however you wish dear~ But aren't you hot in that coat?" Joshua made a small hand gesture to the (f/c) winter woolen coat I was wearing. I shrugged and looked at the floor, watching the fish dash underneath the glass tiles, chasing one another endlessly in a never ending game of what could've been tag. "We could just take it off if you're getting too warm~" Joshua whispered into my ear causing my face to flush a nice shade of pink as he hands found their way to the buttons on the front of the coat and began to undo them as he gently pulled the coat off of my shoulders once he finished undoing the buttons. I shook the coat off my arms as Joshua threw the coat on the arm of the couch as it draped over the edge.