❛ YAMI SUKEHIRO ❜
You're gone and I got to stay high all the time to keep you off my mind.

Your relationship with the Black Bulls' captain is, let's say, complicated. Yes, that's the right term. The status isn't clear, just good at "I love you" but ain't good at actions.

That's Yami. Your three-year-long boyfriend.

Boyfriend? Can you even call it a relationship? He's better off with gambling than spending time with you. But that's not the point here, you, being a loyal one, is fine with everything. As vice-captain of the Blue Rose's squad, you just focus on your job than Yami than your so-called "relationship."

"Y/N, that's your third bottle. You aren't an expert at alcohols."

Captain Charlotte, your very good best friend, took the bottle away from your grip but you're fast enough to get it back. And she's right, you're not good with alcohols and if there's an option, you'd rather drink yogurt than these.

"I'm fine," you said, hiccuping. "I can still count my fingers."

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she focused her eyes on the people on the dance floor. For the first time in forever, you and your best friend had gone to the nearest bar on your headquarters to maybe, celebrate.

Celebrate your fourth anniversary. With Yami, supposedly.

"Where's Yami? You should be with him, not me, Y/N."

You poured wine into your glass again. "H-He's probably gambling."

"Again?"

Nodding, "Yes. Again."

"Then he's a jerk."

He is. He really is. As much as you want to answer this to Charlotte, you can't find your voice. Some part of you is opposing your mind, probably convincing yourself that he's not a jerk. Deep, deep, deep down, he's a good man, spending most of his mornings inside the bathroom.

Two more bottles and you're fed up. This isn't your habit, more like you're not used to these. You started hitting upon different people, dancing in the middle, singing on top of your lungs, and more. And this is the cue that's Charlotte's waiting for.

"She what?!"

"Why don't you just go and see for yourself? She's tripping on her own feet."

she heard a grunt on the other line. "Goddammit, that woman."

"Don't "goddammit" Y/N, jerk. This is your fault."

"My fault?! Now you're blaming me—"

"Today's July 11, eat your calendar, moron!"

"We don't eat calendars—"

"Then fucking look at it."

And then she ended the call just before you slumped back on your seat, lowering your head into the table. You're tired and you feel like throwing up. But not here, you're a Magic Knight, for Pete's sake. This shouldn't be the image you're showing off to others. But what's your choice? Deep inside, you're hurting.

Why isn't Yami here? Why isn't he celebrating our fourth anniversary?

You wanted to cry, you wanted to shout, but you got to stay high just to keep your significant other out of your mind.

"I'm taking her home."

Those words, that voice, you knew who's the owner of it. His aura, his presence, you memorized them all, causing you to stifle a cry. Charlotte, on the other hand, let Yami carried you using his big, pair of arms and carefully lift you from your seat. You wanted to protest, you wanted to punch him in the face so hard for being a moron, for forgetting your special day but here you are, crying.

Just crying.

"Y/N...I'm sorry."

"I-Is that all you have to say?" Bitterness painted on your tone.

Yami grunted. This isn't his thing. We all know he's not good at these kinds of stuff, cheesy couple things. But for you, fine.

"Uh, Y/N look, I'm really sorry. For forgetting our anniversary, for being a jerk. There, I said it. B-But..."

He trailed off. "But what?"

"Don't leave me."

Setting you down on your own feet, you directly looked him in the eyes. "Please."

Wiping your tears away, you hugged him, very tight. Those are just the exact words you want to hear. After all, even though he's a jerk, you love him. And there's no way you'll find any other man that's unique as him.

Unique as Yami Sukehiro. No, he's the only one. For you.

"Why would I leave you?" your hug, getting tighter.

"Just, next time, at least show me some love. You know what I mean, right? Spend...more time with me, I'm missing you."

"Stay with me, spend the night with me."

Yami cupped your cheeks before giving you a passionate kiss that almost brought a foreign feeling to your lips, can't remember the last time you felt this excitement.

Ugh, here comes the typical Yami., you thought.

"Fine, fine."

"Good girl. I'll make sure you'll enjoy our fourth anniversary."