When Time Stops - Makoto X Reader [3/5]

-two-

Her tired body collapses into the cold and empty bed swallowed by the darkness. The silence of the carefully decorated bedroom would be interrupted by the chirping of crickets outside the frosted window from the awfully cold winter air. The [_h/c_] haired young women sighs loudly as she continues to bury herself underneath the heavy covers.


Why were you crying from the crazily pretty sky on the other side of the cloudy window pane? Or was it because of the song you heard earlier that night?


The same song your heart danced to during your first kiss?



I must be crazy, a fool; I’m enduring this well....



But why is it that, as soon as you look at the bright stars swimming in the beautiful night sky; you thought of him?



Makoto. Tachibana.



All of the memories you wanted to forget were resurfacing clearly, so clear that it made you furious. Each image of your ex-lover keeps floating up; and so, tears fell again.


-


“Rei, stop talking.” snaps the [_height_] female student with her arms folded and a evil glint in her eyes.


A head of blonde hair jumps up and down on the spot, holding his stomach as he erupts into a mischievous bout of laughter. Haruka turns his head to the side, stifling a chuckle, while the megane wearing butterfly swimmer adjusts his glasses continuing his story.


“...and it was just so awkward! Their faces were so red from embarrassment because Makoto-senpai leaned in for a hug but [_f/n_] senpai went for a kiss!”


The olive haired boy’s pair of muscular arms was holding the girl back from releasing her fury onto the three swimmers.  


...


The couple sat next to each other on the sand with ice creams in their hands. Following the Iwatobi Swim Club’s gossip session on the pool side, you needed something to cool the boiling emotions within you.

His right hand was firmly holding your left, there was little said between you as you both were purely enjoying each other’s company and the soothing sound of the waves crashing onto the shore.


“Can I make it up to you, [_f/n_]-chan?” the green eyed male asks, placing his finished ice cream stick down.


You look at him quizzically. Makoto runs his slender fingers through your [_h/l_] hair and slowly down to caress your [_s/c_] face. Out of reflex [_f/n_] closes her eyes shortly after her [_e/c_] orbs watch his pair trail to her soft, moist pink lips.


The anticipation grew as their heads slowly move towards each other and the emotional tension quickly builds before contact.


Imaginary fireworks explode when you feel the gentle pressure of his slightly chlorine chapped lips envelope your own, you smiled into the kiss. It was sensual, intimate and romantic - pure magic. Soon you both hungered for more, the kisses became more open-mouthed and a little erotic as your tongues explore each other.


When he kissed her, storms rise beneath her skin, for he is the ocean and she, his moon.


It was the best feeling in the world; when you’re kissing someone for the first time when you’ve wanted to kiss them for a long time.


-


Gou waves goodbye with a sorry expression on her face as the taxi drives to a place the male had not been for awhile. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he peers at the red-faced sleeping girl beside him.


”Senpai! [_f/n_]-chan drank too much and she’s asleep at the bar! Can you help me take her home please?”


This girl.


It had been almost a month after their painful separation. Why did you have to appear so defenseless in front of his weak self?


*creak*


The kind and sweet young man gently laid the smaller body onto the silky, ivory bedsheets. A beam of light shined through the slight crack of the ajar door. The cold January wind blew through the open bedroom window and crept up on the large masculine figure as a shiver crawled up his back.

It shook his heart, as if someone had entered it. In the pale night, a subtle scent of [_f/fragrance_] brushes his nose, making the shattered heart continue to flutter again. Closing the window swiftly, he didn’t want the young woman to catch a cold.  

Deep in sleep you stir, feeling the ghostly presence of a large hand brushing the [_h/c_] hair out of your sleeping face. It was strangely familiar but extremely comforting, your expression softens; the creases in your brow straighten out and a hauntingly peaceful smile forms.



It seems like it has started again.



The rose-coloured season would soon return and so would the locked feelings of love for his childhood friend and lover come back too...

Makoto instinctively turned to the window pane beside him, focusing on the hypnotising sight of the pitch black sky.



When you look up at the same sky and stars, do you also think of me?