goodnight, good night

You huffed in annoyance, "Why do I have to explain anything to you?"

Haruchiyo looked at you in disappointment, but somehow his eyes had a glint of adoration in them. Of course you didn't notice it.

It wasn't just him who was disappointed though, you were too. You were gone for a period of time and this was the first thing you heard from him?

To you, it seemed like Haruchiyo didn't give a damn that you were gone, and that he was just mad that you ended things so suddenly. But that wasn't the case, in fact Haruchiyo missed you like how Peter Parker missed the chance of saving Gwen Stacy.

A moment of silence lingered the air, the male's gaze turned to the view, he'll put back his attention to you once you decided to finally speak up.

But he didn't keep his word of only turning back to you if you spoke, because the moment he heard a small sob coming from beside him, his head immediately turned to you.

You were crying.

His palms immediately went to your cheeks, wiping your tears for you.

It was a peaceful cry, not the screaming type of cry. You just needed to break for once, but you didn't like it that your breakdown was in front of Sanzu Haruchiyo himself.

However, the moment you felt his fingers touch your eye bags to wipe off the clump of rain in your eyes, you felt a sense of comfort and you had no regret crying in front of him.

The pink haired male then pulled you in to a hug, burying your face on his navy blue suit as you tried to stop your tears.

Since he was willing to wet his suit just for you, you decided it was fair to give him an explanation.

"B-" you couldn't even utter a word out cause Haruchiyo cut you off.

"Speak when you're calmed down."

"Oh shut up."

You took a deep breath, even if your face was still on Haruchiyo's chest. He laughed at your rude statement and you finally felt a bit calmer than a moment ago.

"Being with you is like stepping on egg shells." your words were muffled, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

Although, he wished your voice was completely muffled since your words were like a shotgun shot to the heart.

Letting go from Haruchiyo's hold, you faced the balcony as tears threatened to fall once more.

Haruchiyo faced the balcony like you did, "Why is that?"

He kept a cool and calm tone, but internally, he was screaming. He wanted to know what he did, he wanted to know everything.

"Because we were meant to fall apart."

"We're setting up the fireworks!"

A loud voice went out, but Haruchiyo didn't hear it. He could only hear you, no matter how loud the noise was, no matter how loud a crowd was, he'd still be able to hear you.

"How are you so sure?" he questioned as you sighed.

"That's your first question? Not 'why are you so sad about that?' or something?" you carefully stared at Haruchiyo.

He nodded, showing that he was serious.

"For starters, I'm sick. Like, sick."

"Sick of this fake love?" he smirked.

You hit him playfully in annoyance, telling him to shut up like earlier.

"No, well yeah, but I'm really sick. My heart is fragile and weak, that's why I disappeared for a while. Pretty sure I'm dying, so being with you is too much for my heart."

He eyed in curiosity, this was your reason? Of course he was surprised by this, but he was pretty you still had enough time to live through your thirties.

If you were gentle with your heart.

"And what makes you think I won't be careful with your heart, y/n?" you turned to him in shock, gritting your teeth in annoyance.

You were gonna do it.

You were gonna tell him.

"Connected to the second reason, you still hurt my heart even if you're just standing there." you looked down from the balcony, noticing that the fireworks were almost done.

"Since it reminds me that you love someone else. Just your mere face, Haruchiyo." he looked at you with widened eyes, seeing where exactly your words were going.

"It hurts, because you complete a portion of my heart that I didn't even know was incomplete."

Turning to him with a saddened smile, "Haruchiyo, I love you, but your love belongs to another woman."

Fireworks ran up the sky as you and the pink haired male stared at each others eyes, each noticing the sparkle within it due to the fireworks.

His hand made its way to your cheek, his thumb tracing circles as each movement of his touch pierced a knife within you.

Then, he leaned in.

You were immobilized for a moment as you felt a familiar contact on your lips, one that you felt so many times, but somehow it felt so much different.

He kissed you.

It wasn't like any other kiss you shared before, it wasn't like the first time, it was different.

But you couldn't pinpoint what exactly was different.

Haruchiyo pulled away after a brief hesitation, he wanted to stay like that for a little while more, but he had words to say.

"My love, it belongs to you."

"But the girl-"

"She was you, just you, y/n." he said it like a whisper.

You were immediately taken aback by his sentence, "What are you talking about?"

"You don't have to be sick of fake love, but I can't guarantee you wouldn't be sick of real love." he chuckled out.

Finally, you were brought back to your senses. You've fully processed everything, everything. You finally realized his movements and actions when you were still fake dating, why hadn't you noticed this before?

And finally, you pulled him in for a hug.

The two of you shared an embrace that could last centuries and you both wouldn't be sick of it.

As the moon shined in jealousy, the firework show stopped.

And then everything slowly faded away into oblivion.

a/n: hiii using this as an opportunity to promote my mitsuya book: his highness !! it's on my profile<3

the next chap is a sad ending, pls pretend this is the last chapter. i genuinely regret writing it like that.