I’m sorry this one took a while, just arrived back home for the holidays! but here it is, my first head-canon request, (I did use the guys from MFW because I’m a little more familiar with their personalities than DDIWT)
“_____!” I heard his voice call out from behind me. It was a voice I recognized all too well, a voice I hadn’t heard in years.
I froze, unable to turn around.
“_____, who is that?” Yamato asked, looking at him over my head.
He approached our table at Kunian, and a smile spread across his face when he recognized me. I could only sit in shock as Yamato looked at me with confusion.
“Wow, it’s been a while… ” He said, looking at me nervously.
I nodded, speechless. Why did he come all this way? My ex-boyfriend shifted uncomfortably in front of me, searching for the words to say.
“Uhm… yes it has been a while, why are you here?” I finally managed to say
His eyes flickered to Yamato, “Can we talk, alone?”
“If you have something to say to her you can say it in front of me,” Yamato butted in, folding his arms.
My ex’s eyes found mine, sadness overflowing from them. He took a deep breath then said, “_____, I know you won’t come back home, but can’t we at least go get dinner or talk? I came all this way.”
“I’m not too sure that would be a good idea…” I paused, aware of Yamato’s deepening frown.
My ex didn’t budge, “I know you moved away but we still have something, right? We can do a long-distance relationship.”
“It’s been years,” I replied, feeling the unease growing in my stomach as Yamato huffed, “I thought I made myself clear when I moved…”
“Just come talk to me!” His voice grew louder.
I felt myself growing angrier, as the other customers began to watch us, “No! I don’t have feelings for you anymore, you can’t just show up and cause a scene in front of my new boyfriend.”
My ex’s eyes flashed angrily, and Yamato jumped up, glaring at him.
“You heard her,” Yamato said, with his hand on my shoulder, “She has a new boyfriend.”
He huffed and stormed out of the bar. As I watched him go, I felt Yamato’s hands tug on my cheeks.
“Hey!” I exclaimed.
Yamato was smiling, “Way to go pouty. Good choice to send him on his way.”
“Ren…” my voice faltered, “I-I’m sorry you had to see that.
After my ex-boyfriend had come all the way to Ren’s country and confessed he wanted me to move back to my hometown, Ren and I were sitting side-by-side. He hadn’t spoken after he had come to meet me for coffee and seen my ex-boyfriend trying to embrace me. Ren had simply taken my hand and dragged me off to the park bench we sat at now.
“Do you want to go back?” Ren asked.
I blinked, “Go back where?”
“To your hometown,” He frowned, looking down, “He was your boyfriend that you left when you moved, right?”
“No!” I exclaimed, “I don’t want to go back, I’m with you now Ren.”
“I brought you all the way to my country though… Maybe you want to break up with me to stay in Tokyo?”
My heart thudded painfully, Why would he say that? Does he not know how I feel? I thought, casting my eyes away from him.
"My home is with you now Ren," I said honestly, "I want to stay with you."
I felt Ren’s fingers slip between mine. When I looked up to his face, I saw his relieved smile.
“Thank you, I’m glad that was your answer,” He smiled, “I wouldn’t want to let you go, I’d have to follow you to Tokyo.”
I giggled at his honesty, glad that Ren felt the same way.
“What’s going on honey?” Saeki called down the hall.
I couldn’t reply, standing frozen in the doorway as I gazed at my ex-boyfriend, who said he had come all the way to see me.
“_____,” He said, “Please, can’t we talk about this?”
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Saeki there, his normal smug grin gone. He stared at my ex with a serious expression.
“What business do you have with my wife?” He asked possessively.
My ex looked from him to me, “Takamasa Saeki? The playboy screenwriter?” He looked at me disgustedly, “_____, come on, you don’t wana be with someone just because they’re rich and famous do you?”
“Don’t talk about Saeki like that!” I found myself shouting back at him, the combination of my feelings when I moved and had to leave him behind, and my rage at his assumptions boiled over, “You don’t know anything about him. He’s kind, and thoughtful, and cares a lot about his work!”
I stopped shouting when I felt Saeki’s hand tighten around mine. As I looked up at him, he squeezed my fingers, a genuine smile across his face.
“My honey is so cute when she’s honest, but let’s not disturb the neighbors.” His brown eyes gazed into mine lovingly.
“Ugh,” My ex crossed his arms and huffed, “I can’t believe I came all the way here for this. Maybe you do deserve someone like him.”
“I would be very lucky if I did,” I said, feeling a smile tug at the corners of my mouth as Saeki continued to gaze at me happily.
"Please _____," My ex-boyfriend stood in-front of me, after coming from my hometown, "We were meant to be together, didn’t you feel bad after you left me? and now you’re saying you won’t even talk to me?"
I felt my eyes begin to water as he stepped closer to me, but Takao’s big, warm hand clasped mine tighter.
“Good-Bye,” I said, looking at my ex-boyfriend.
I pulled on Takao’s hand as I turned around, walking away from the boy from my hometown. Guilt rose in me as I imagined how much courage it must have taken to come all this way, and how much pain he must have been in to feel the need to come all this way.
“_____…” Takao’s hand tightened around my fingers, “Wait…”
I stopped running and turned to face him.
“Are you okay?” He led me over to a nearby bench.
I slowly sat on the bench, my mind buzzing, “I can’t believe he never got over me moving…” I murmured.
“Yeah… that must have been a shock,” Takao muttered, looking away awkwardly.
I held his hand tighter, with both of mine, “Yes…I mean it was, but it’s in the past. You’re the only one for me Takao.”
Takao’s brown eyes crinkled as the smile slowly spread across his face. I felt his warm arms around me as he embraced me.
“T-Takao!” I stammered.
He pulled away, “Oh, Sorry…guess that was a bit much…” He trailed off, “How about we go home and I’ll cook dinner tonight?”
As we started to walk back, Takao’s warm hands found mine again, and we stayed like that until we reached our home.
"I had to come after I saw you on TV," My Ex-boyfriend explained, as he stood in the doorway of Yuta and I’s apartment. I stared at him, my eyes wide in surprise. I hadn’t ever thought I’d see him again after we broke up because I was moving.
"I thought that you might find someone new after you moved away…" He murmured, "But you can’t be with someone like that!"
I took a step back when his voice raised, “Look, I don’t know why you came, you saw that I’m with Yuta now…”
"You can’t be with him!" My ex’s hands balled into fists as he shouted.
I flinched as he shouted. My pulse quickened as I saw him trembling with anger.
“He can’t support you like I can!” My ex-boyfriend insisted, “He’s a comedian; I can give you a stable future.”
“Are you drunk?!” I asked, as the realization hit me. I could smell the liquor on his breath, see the red in his cheeks.
“I just don’t understand why you would leave me and be with someone like him!” My ex growled, his face flushed.
My heartbeat quickened as I realized how angry and drunk my ex was, “Look,” I tried to say calmly, “This was a mistake, please, just go back home…”
I tried to shut the door but he banged it back open. I yelped and backed up, Run, I thought, as he advanced into our apartment, Please, somebody help.
“What’s going on?”
I looked behind my ex, to where Yuta had shouted. Yuta…Help. Yuta’s wide, warm eyes met my panicked ones.
“What are you doing?!” His face quickly morphed from the confused look and contorted with anger as he realized that I was backing into the wall, “Hey! Get away from _____!”
“Shit," My ex’s eyes darted to Yuta, who was clenching his fists, glaring at him.
As he ran off, my knees gave out and I fell forward into Yuta’s arms, “Shhhhh, It’s okay, he’s gone,” Yuta’s hand ran through my hair as he hugged me close.
“Thank God,” I sighed, “I didn’t know what to do when he started to come into the apartment.
“There’s plenty of pots in the kitchen right?” Yuta muttered, “Next time just hit him with one of those. Whack, and Ding ding ding! 'We have a winner!'”
Although I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through me, I giggled at Yuta’s silly suggestion.
“That’s it,” Yuta’s concerned, but grinning face was right in front of mine, “I’m glad you’re smiling again, you’re alright.” He pulled me close to him and hugged me extra-tight again.
“Yuta…” I gasped, “I can’t breathe,”
“OH!” He let me go, “I’m sorry I’m just so relieved you’re okay. My heart was beating so fast! See?!”
I laughed as he grabbed my hand and put it on his chest to feel his heart racing, “You’re always so honest with your feelings Yuta.”
“Hush,” He said, blushing, “just let me be happy that you’re in one piece.”