i know this wasn't requested but it has come to my attention that xhaka isn't easy to write for. however, i wanna try. i'm also listening to sweet night by taehyung rn. helps me brainstorm ideas :D
anyways.
here's my attempt:

"ukyo." you nudged him. he rolled his eyes. "what do you want, (y/n)?" he asked. he was tired of you. "sorry. never mind." you ran a hand through your hair and gave him a watery smile. he rolled his eyes and launched his bey back into the stadium.

to be honest, you were feeling a little down. recently, one of your closest friends, christina, had decided to stay in spain instead of come to japan to visit you. you didn't blame her since she was the owner of a bey club academy. but she had cancelled last minute.

you missed her and she had promised to come. and she broke her promise again. it just, it made you want to cry.

you were going to tell ukyo but he had been busy training for the tournament. you felt neglected. beyblading was important for both of you. and you trained a lot too. but sometimes he would just completely ignore you for the sport. and you would stop your training for him. he didn't put in as much as effort as you did.

you walked through the woods. humming to yourself so you wouldn't cry. your bottom lip was trembling.

suddenly you felt tears running down your cheeks. you started running. darting past bushes and trees. at some point it started raining because you felt your clothes moisten and cling to your skin.

you stopped at the edge of the cliff. there was a cave somewhere down there. you and ukyo used to come here all the time. to talk. to kiss. to spend time together.

you felt a weight in your throat.

you carefully scaled down the rock, stepping carefully so the rain wouldn't make you slip and fall. there was a rock that was wobbly.

at some point you and ukyo would hav—

yeah.

at some point you would have to remove it.

you reached the opening and carefully jumped inside. the cave wasn't big. but it was enough space for a carpet. you and xhaka had put it in here when you were younger.

you smiled at the memory. xhaka had always been taller than you. but your strength made up for your height. you were the one who carried the carpet while he helped you up.

there was a tree that you had used to climb up before. it had cracked in the middle years ago. so you were forced to climb up the cliff and get to the cave by scaling.

xhaka has warned you time and time again to not come here anymore. it was dangerous.

deep down, you knew he was right. but this place held so many memories.

"(y/n)?" a voice called softly. you sat up quickly. xhaka was holding on by the ledge. his usually spiky red hair was down, and dripping.

"xhaka. what the hell are you doing in the rain." you grabbed his hands and pulled him up. you got on your tiptoes to brush his hair away from his face. "you're going to get sick." you scolded. crossing your arms you rocked back on your heels.

he didn't say anything. he just brushed his hand against your cheek. "what were you doing in the rain?" you raised your hand to his. your fingertips lightly brushing against his. his hand was warm. you suddenly shivered. the cold was finally settling into your body.

"i just needed to get out of the way." you said shrugging. "would you mind warming me up?" you asked him. he nodded. he wrapped his arms around you. you held your arms around his waist, your head against his chest.

you felt safe with him. "thanks." you breathed out. "you know you can count on me, (y/n). what's wrong?" you looked up at him. biting your lip, you centered your gaze on the rain outside. "it's, it's just christina."

you ended up telling him about her trip. how she had cancelled again. how you felt about it.

"why didn't you tell ukyo about it? i'm not complaining. just wondering...?" xhaka said. he was sitting with his back against the wall of the cave. you were sitting on his lap and resting your head against his chest. the rain was still pouring outside.

"he was busy." you said.

"busy enough to ignore you?"

"it's not his fault. the tournament is coming up and—"

"and the tournament is more important than you?" he interrupted. you sighed. "i don't know, xhaka. i don't know what to do." you covered your face with your hands, new tears falling from your eyes.

"(y/n)?"

"what?" your voice came out a little muffled. so you wiped away your tears and looked at him.

"don't kill me."

"wha-"

he pressed his lips against yours. warmth spread through your cheeks. he quickly pulled away.

"sorry. but you deserve some better than ukyo."

you didn't say anything. he bit his lip. "(y/n)?"

you shifted towards him. he was about to open his mouth to speak again but you stopped him. pressing your lips against his, you moved to sit on top of him. he moved against you, pressing his hand to the small of your back. his other hand moved to your hair.

the faint sound of the rain faded in the background. the only thing that mattered to you was your lips against his. the warmth radiating from him.

your heart yearning for more.

a/n
i'm kinda proud of this tbh.

hope you enjoy ;)