[Teru Mikami x Reader][Edited May 9th 2019]

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     The middle of winter. Normally wet and rainy, this year, surprisingly crisp and snowy. A thick layer of snow blankets the ground and makes a satisfying 'smush' sound underfoot. Walking through snow may sound nice, but it wasn't so nice on you poor numb feet. Even the layers upon layers of socks did no good to take away the bitter cold nip of the snow.

    The snow clung and settled in your (Hair colour) hair once it was done dancing through the clear air. You made a mental note to remove the snow before going inside anywhere warm, so that it wouldn't melt in your hair.

     The cold was sharp and it made your joints ache and your nose run and your eyes water, but you loved winter walks. They reminded you of your Ex Boyfriend, Mikami. It was both of your favourite season. You'd hadn't seen him in a long time. You hadn't broken up officially, neither of you cheated, there had been no problems, nothing to provoke either of you. He just went missing, and you'd never seen him again.

     You were always so close with Mikami, it was a huge hit when you woke up and he wasn't where he was the night before. His warm embrace didn't welcome your consciousness, his loving smile didn't draw you from your morning drowsiness, his sweet lips weren't there to give you the perfect start to your day. Instead, the absence shocked you from your sleep and into a harsh, panicked state; frantically searching for him. You had kicked up a fuss, called the police, went looking yourself, but nothing came up, and you just accepted that you wouldn't see him again, despite how much it hurt, and decided to live your life.

     You still thought about him every day, though. You stopped at the very back of the now still crowd. Up on the big screen in the city centre was Sakura TV showing something or other about Kira. You were an avid follower of Kira, but you didn't believe this for a second. Sakura TV was surely showing a fake. And plus, Kira wouldn't be so stupid to pick Sakura TV. All they cared about was money and ratings, doing crime and con's behind the scenes. They were the sort of petty criminals Kira would start killing, sooner or later.

    You blinked at the screen, blankly, while scrunching up your nose. You sighed.

    But, you felt a warmth cover your mouth and another warmth around your waist, across your arms, which were loosely by your sides, but now restrained against your body by what you had now figured out to be an arm. Over your mouth must be a hand. But suddenly it's whipped away and cloth is shoved over your face. You quickly guessed it was chloroform and held your breath, but it seemed to slowly take effect, anyway. Just before your vision subsided, your blood ran cold at the sound of those few words.

    "You take my breath away, (Y/N)..."

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    You came into your consciousness soon, and blinked groggily. Your body was rigid when you remembered those words, you knew who it was. Mikami. Those were the first words he'd ever said to you.

     You were hurry along he busy sidewalk in midwinter. You were spectacularly late and were practically running. You were moving with such velocity, that when you charged into a man, many times bigger than your own stature, he fell to the floor with a loud grunt and his glasses smacked to the floor.

     "I am so sorry!" You helped the poor man to his feet and handed him back his glasses, which were mostly undamaged.

     "Are you okay?" You tried to look for any injuries and saw none. He, though, looked light a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights. "E-excuse me? Can you speak?" You waved a hand in front of his face. If he wasn't going to talk, then you'd have to got going, you were very, very late as it was. You checked your watch automatically. Your head jolted up at the sound of his voice.

    "You take my breath away... (Y/N)..." He read your name from your workplace badge. He blushed, as if just realising what he said. You smiled at him softly.

    You jerked your body forward to stand, only to be suddenly halted and feel a cold metal tug at your wrists from behind your back. You soon came to your senses a bit more, but were still utterly confused and quite scared. You were in a room, most likely a living room, a big fireplace was in front of you, with a roaring fire. You couldn't see behind you. It was all just dark, due to the only light coming from the fire. You were sat on a metal chair with your hands cuffed behind your back and your legs cuffed, too. You seemed to be only in your F/C jeans and your favourite T-shirt, which was the bottom layer of all the winter clothing you had been wearing this morning.

     Slow, chilling footsteps echoed from somewhere behind you and hands landed on your shoulders. You noticeably jumped at the contact.

    "Ahhh... (Y/N)..." That was most definitely Mikami. "I've missed you..." His voice still had that same silky quality it always had, if a little more sinister.

     "I missed you too..." You admit. Your head hangs low and your eyes close. It made you sad that you had to meet again under such circumstances. Your straighten your posture one his hands leave, and you look up to see Mikami in front of you. How did he get there without making a sound? Never mind, that's not important. "I thought about you every day, you know?"

    "As did I..."

    "I still love you..." You say breathlessly. You lean as far forward on the chair as your wrists restraints will let you.

    "And I still love you, my dear (Y/N)." He smiles softly and your heart flutters the same, just as it did all that time ago.

     "Then why is this necessary?!" You demand, suddenly frantic.

     "I don't want you to get away from me, again..." He states with almost a sad frown.

     "But it was you who left! Why did you leave?" The emotion you feel inside pours out in your voice and Mikami can feel it pulling at his heart.

    "I know." He says sadly, watching you lean forward and tug at your restraints more, trying desperately to get to him. "That's a story for another day. But for now, please... Just let me pretend..."

    He takes a few steps towards you and leans down to your height, so close to you. His hands capture your chin in between his thumb and index finger. He studies you for a moment and looks into your eyes. It's like he can almost see the memories since he's been gone. His eyes flit down to your lips before looking into your eyes, his own wide and disbelieving. You're finally his again, though it was his fault anyway.

     His lips capture yours, finally.

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