ANYTHING FOR YOU. . .

"Put your hand in mine
You know that I want to be with you all the time,

You know that I won't stop until I make you mine,

You know that I won't stop until I make you mine."

make you mine : public

- - -

"Oh no," Yashiro repeated for the nth time this day, on the verge of tears — well, actually, no. She is literally in tears. The waterworks started and now it never dared to stop.

Oh no, indeed.

The one time Yashiro had the chance to go to a Vocaloid concert is the one (insanely rare) moment where her wallet is as empty as her heart right now. Why, universe? Why must you punish me like this? Have I done something unworthy? As Yashiro wallowed in self-pity and hatred for the deities above, a boy just entered her room, dressed in a simple hoodie and sweatpants.

Amane deadpanned as Yashiro cried, burying her face on her fluffy pillows.

"Nene. . ?"

Not even startled with his presence, Yashiro threw him a glare. "What are you doing here, Amane-kun?" She asked, but it didn't even sound like a question, and more like a statement.

Amane shrugged and hopped on Yashiro's bed, his weight causing the bed to distribute uneven weight. Yashiro groaned and covered her face with her pillow again, hiccups leaving her lips.

"Why are you sad. . ?" Amane asked, his voice unusually soft and quiet.

Yashiro lifted her head, exposing her flushed cheeks and puffy eyes. Amane's heart ached at the sight of his childhood friend look so depressed. "They'll hold a concert on Sunday—" her forehead wrinkled— "and I can't go. . ."

Amane knew how much of a fan Yashiro was when it came to Vocaloids (not to mention all of her merchandise that she treated as a Godly object) — and though Amane couldn't understand why, he still empathized with her heartache. If Yashiro is sad, he's sad, too. Simple.

"I can't afford it." Yashiro bit her lip. "I had to help my parents so my wallet's as good as empty. Ugh, why me?" She whined, flailing her arms around like a child throwing tantrums. . .wait, no, she is a child throwing a tantrum.

Amane placed a finger on his chin, deep in thought. "Can't afford it, huh. . ?" He echoed thoughtfully.

Yashiro didn't seem to notice as she stood up from her bed and tugged on Amane's sleeve expectantly. Amane chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Want me to treat you to ice cream?"

Yashiro grinned, but it did not reach her eyes. "Yeah."

- - -

"Why in the world is it so expensive!?" Amane exclaimed, staring at the amount of zeros printed on the receipt. "No wonder why Yashiro was so sad, this is insane. . ."

He groaned, nervous of the toll it'll bring his credit card. Just imagine all those zeroes that said bye-bye. . .

No! Don't think that way, Amane! He rapidly shook his head and determinedly pumped his fist in the air. You're doing this for Nene! Just imagine how happy she'll be if you do this.

Yashiro's bright smile that Amane grew to love flashed his mind, and at the moment, Amane wondered if he made the right choice.

- - -

"Oh, oopsie!"

Yashiro frowned at Amane's dramatic act of "dropping" his wallet, animatedly bending down to pick it up and gasping at the sight.

"What?" Yashiro asked "What is it?"

Amane turned to her, his eyes glinting with mischief. Yashiro had to narrow her eyes st him for a moment (call it animal instinct, you'll get it, too when Yugi Amane is your friend).

"Oh? What's this?" Amane all but shoved the two tickets on her face, making Yashiro frown a bit and try to read the words. "You better get ready in an hour or so, don't you think?"

"No way." Yashiro stared at Amane, a shaky smile on her face. "Absolutely no way. You're joking, right? Oh my God." Yashiro reached out for the ticket, a look of disbelief written all over her face. Her eyes began to get glossy. Amane panicked.

"I- uh, are you okay?" He hesitantly asked.

Yashiro tackled Amane in the biggest, tightest hug he had ever received. Wind was knocked out of his lungs for a moment because Yashiro held him so, so tight, but Amane didn't care, because it felt right.

"Thank you," she croaked out, her breath warm and tickling Amane's ear.

Amane wrapped his arms around her. "Anything for you," he muttered shyly.

- - -

Yashiro screamed along the huge crowd once the main stars entered the stage, waving their hands around as a greeting. Amane couldn't help but cheer along once they began singing.

The crowd went absolutely crazy when the lights began to change colors, move around, and flicker. There was a sudden shot of euphoria that they all felt, grins getting wider, shouts getting louder, and songs getting stronger.

And even though the stage was right at front (yes, Amane got front row; Yashiro freaked out about it), Amane was staring at the girl who was bouncing along the beat, singing her lungs out.

Even under the neon lights, Yashiro still looked like a breathtaking angel - Amane couldn't just bring himself to look away. Her hair was all messed up, but it still framed her face perfectly. How is she able to look like that? Amane asked, despite knowing that the only answer is because he's whipped.

And Amane knew, that he definitely made the right choice.

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Requested by: ANTI-THEHOLiC

Hii!! Sorry I changed it up, and for all the timeskips :( I was sorta nervous of writing this because I have no idea how it works. Hopefully you still like it! Thank you for requesting ❣️

Guess who's starting a reader insert book 👀👀
You guessed that right! me.
Probably not a reader insert in the way you're thinking (didn't want to put in 'x reader' for a reason) right now, but I wanted to try something so-

Been wanting to write that story even BEFORE I made this oneshot book and I'm really excited. Gonna work on it often, but still, my number one priority is this book!

Thanks for reading, kiddos ❣️