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idlesana · 7 months

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killing me softly (with her song)

lovesick sana x fem reader ; thriller, yandere

summary: in which sana finds herself rapidly loosing grasp over herself, all just for you

warnings: blood, violence, sana being actually insane (i want her ^_^) kidnapping — ty to @jsluvtzu for being such a help during this fic :]

step— step— step

sana’s gentle on her feet, sun beaming down on her while she hums to some 70s R&B— smile plastered on her face.

she beams to those she passes, beams to the stray cats and dogs who roam the streets, beams to everything inanimate, the eagerness in her body manifesting itself in that first-love smile.

she smiles when she walks into the convenience store, quick to grab some random soft drink that she felt inclined to buy after the cute character on it smiled at her.

and of course, she smiles at the cashier when she places the beverage on the counter, moving to fish out her wallet— wait.

she looks back up, brows knitted as she glances to you. and suddenly, sana feels frozen.

you— smiling softly at her, long lashes fluttering with each blink, lips plump and pink.

“are you alright?”

sana breaks out into another smile, moving back to her bag, fetching the wallet, “just fine, miss…?” she looks back up, watching your delicate hands scan the drink, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, watching you.

“y/n.” you hum, typing in something quick on the screen, before turning back to sana, grin just a little wider— which sana credits to herself.

“nice to meet you, y/n. you’re very pretty.”

sana was never opposed to being blatantly honest.

you giggle, sliding the beverage over the counter to sana, looking up at her through your lashes, sana feels her heart stop.

“thank you, ma’am. have a good day.”

she can’t move, again, she doesn’t want to either. she doesn’t want this to end, not yet, it can’t. she simply stares, right into your eyes until someone behind her scoffs, shaking her from the paralysis.

—

sana is quick to recognize the infatuation that mixes in her— no, scratch infatuation, she’s sure it’s love. and she needs, needs to see you again.

didn’t matter the lack of words exchanged, didn’t matter the lack of time spent, sana was dead set on this.

and that’s why she’s here, back roaming down the street, baggy track pants and tight top, hair done all pretty, just for you. smile still settled on her face.

ding!

the bell of the door chimes, echoing in the store, and once she turns to the desk, she sees you. hair half up half down this time, wavy layers set on your back. you turn at the sound of the ding, eyes locking on sana’s, smile growing on your face.

relief.

she sighs, smile softening on her face as she pauses, hand stuttering as it raises to wave at you. she curses herself.

you wave back, no hesitation, giving a quick smile before turning to the customer in front of you, smile still on your face.

jealousy?

sana’s brows furrow, but she shakes it quick, letting herself go back to the fridges.

this time, sana opts to grab a water bottle, bitter taste still in her mouth after seeing how you looked at someone who wasn’t her. the disgusting feeling bubbles deep inside her, but enough to be pushed down— enough to be covered by sana’s unwavering excitement to just talk to you again.

she slugs over to the desk, stretching out the time spent getting there to avoid seeing you with someone else, just the thought corrupting her mind, paining her.

she stares down at her feet as she walks, before hearing you.

“hi again.” your tone is flirty, and effectively shoots sana’s head up, butterflies replacing whatever negative feelings that were looming within her.

whatever grimace that was on her face was easily replaced by a larger than life grin, gently setting the water on the table before you. “hey.”

“just a water today?” you tilt your head and sana swears you’re the cutest thing, she wishes so badly she could grab you up right now.

“uh, yeah.” she mutters, thinking of all the things she could do if you were just hers. she spaces in her thoughts while she admires you, admires the small hum and nod you make, admires it all. she needs to have you.

“alright, pay whenever you’re ready.” you’re looking up at her again, deja vu hitting from the last time she was in this position.

instead of freezing, sana quickly pays, not forgetting to throw you a smile.

“you live around here?” her voice is a little low, and the question is definitely a little odd. your face shifts, and sana grits her teeth, why would she give it up so quick? self anger bubbles in her, not noticing when your expression relaxes,

“yeah, just down the street actually.”

her eyes widen, did you really answer? did you really just reveal that to a stranger? she’s back to smiling, because now she knew you must’ve felt the same back, right?

—

the air is cold, flushing sana’s cheeks despite the sweatsuit she had covering her body, definitely one size too large for her.

but, that was just what she needed, to be shrouded from any curious eyes. to not be perceived as sana, just as a random person.

she stands by a tree, eyeing the apartment building before her, patiently awaiting your arrival. or, maybe not so patiently.

she’d waited, and waited, and waited. sitting in the parking lot until your shift was up, only to follow your car up until you pulled into the parking garage of your complex.

she tilted her head, growing more impatient, trying to remind herself that it was worth it for you. but she couldn’t help the simmering anger because where were you? were you with someone? why was it taking so long?

she cracked her knuckles, then her neck, almost ready to run to the parking garage to find you, until,

you.

long hair cascading down your back, flowing like waves, uniform off, now dressed down in a tee and sweats, soft bracelets decorating your wrist.

sana’s face softened, anger eased inside of her. she eyes you as you pushed your hair back, exposing your gorgeous neck, the one sana wanted to mark up so badly.

god, she needed you.

and god, was it getting so bad.

—

sana couldn’t smile.

not when it had been a whole 16 hours without having seen you.

she was angry, anger near boiling over at this point. she’d been trying to play the long game to have you, but that just felt impossible. you were seraphic, and absolutely divine.

the need was at its height, sana’s heart tightening every minute she wasn’t seeing you.

your social presence was absolutely non-existent, sana has tried, to no avail. she’d do anything to satiate her need, anything for you to finally be hers to see, and only hers.

she was walking, more sprinting, to your work.

baggy white tee pressed flush to her body from the force of the wind, black track pants perfectly loose, cap snug on her head.

her earbuds were on, shuffling her favorite playlist, every song drawing her thoughts deeper into you. you, you, you.

the moonlight beamed down on her, shadowing the top half of her face, her expression blank. sana had never felt so overcome with emotions, and she felt as if she could kill.

she huffed once she reached the store, opening the door wide, only to receive ignorance from you.

sana gritted her teeth harder, about ready to go grab you right then and there, only to realize the man standing in front of you. she immediately paused her music, leaning her head forward just a bit.

his hands were pressed against the counter, leaning over to try and get closer to you. sana felt her eye twitch. he was muttering nonsense, definitely incoherent from where sana stood, now analyzing the man, his dark green tee shirt, navy blue pants. she noted any stand out features, like the over the top sneakers he wore, or the bold rings on his fingers.

sana let her expression fall slack once more, taking careful steps toward him now.

by now, you’d noticed sana, noticed the lack of bright smile she usually wore, noticed the lack of the bubbly girl you knew.

the guy was rambling, chattering about how perfect your body was, how badly he wanted to fuck you in, and you could nearly gag.

once sana could actually make out what he was saying, she immediately felt her blood run hot. felt the way her head was suddenly ringing, the urge burning within her to hurt, and when she turned to meet your expression, seeing your teary eyes, she could hardly hold any of it back.

her breaths came harder as she closed in on the boy, hands tempted to grab the pocket knife in her back pocket, but she opted for something more simple. only because you were watching, of course.

“excuse me.”

sana rested a hand on the man’s shoulder, making sure to lock a firm grip against him. she heard him swear, trying to shimmy out of her grip, struggling hard as sana just tilted her head— a spider watching its prey writhe.

“what do you think you’re doing, freak!” he shouted, sana saw as you flinched, and immediately tugged him harder, forcing him away from the counter.

“don’t you find that ironic? you’re here harassing a girl, specifically, my girlfriend.” sana knew it wasn’t true, not yet, but pride soared in her heart, despite the disgusting situation. you didn’t react apart from a faint blush rising to your cheeks, sana wanted to smile, but as long as this man was in her perspective, she couldn’t enjoy you as thoroughly.

in sana’s head, that was the worst crime.

“leave.” she growled, swinging her arm and pushing him in the direction of the door. he just stood there, eyeing her before, swiftly turning away, heading in the direction of the parking lot— sana chose to keep that tight in her memory.

she looked back to you, seeing the relief wash over your face, and finally, she could enjoy you, no distractions, no one else, just you.

her own relief settled in her body, taking small steps forward to the register, giving you a warm smile.

“are you alright?”

you could only stare back at her, eyes watering, before you reached out to tug her into a hug.

sana felt her heart race, if looking at you was enough to make her heart flutter; then how could she even define how she felt having you holding her tight?

she immediately swung arms around you as best as she could from across the counter, nuzzling her nose in your hair, breathing in your scent.

she exhaled shakily, her body now on its own accord, feeling nearly everything at once.

“i was so scared.” you mumbled into her neck, the vibrations sending a pulse of need coursing through her body.

“it’s okay.” sana mumbled, petting your hair now with one hand, fingers occasionally brushing your neck. skin so soft and hair so silky, sana wanted her hands on you forever.

she felt you move to pull away, and as much as she wanted to hold on forever, she did have newfound business to attend to.

“did you… did you need something?” you asked, eyeing sana up and down, only worsening her wants from you.

she most definitely needed something, but that can wait.

“i- uh, i was just in the area, actually.” she excused, lifting hands to wave around as she spoke.

you slowly nodded, glancing up and down one more time.

“well, you look pretty today.” you smiled, fluttering your lashes at her. oh, god were you making this hard.

“you always look gorgeous, y/n.” she replied, eyes never daring to leave yours. you blushed, looking away and shrugging.

“well, i should probably get going. make it home safe tonight.” sana muttered, fighting an inner battle to leave, but when a customer walked in, she knew she had to make her move.

“alright, bye sana. see you.”

—

sana was out the door, clicking play on her music, turning it up, enough to muffle the sounds around her, but to not fully close off her hearing.

she tugged her cap down lower, slipping her pocket knife into her hand, then stuffing said hand into her front pocket, still clutching it tight.

she peeked over the edge of the wall, immediately catching the man, his rings shining from the lamp he leaned against, the light softly flickering to illuminate him just right. just enough for sana to tell it was him.

she smiled, soft on her face as her eyes narrowed.

strumming my pain with his fingers

she cracked her neck, swooping past the wall into view, man not bothering to glance up from his phone. she took casual steps, not bothering to sneak around, not like it’d matter.

crunchhh!

she raises a brow, not bothering to look at whatever she stepped on, opting to crunch it harder under her foot, undoubtedly gaining the attention of the man before her.

he glances up, confusion ridden on his face, clicking his phone off and into his pocket. the lights flicker.

“what are you doing?”

one time, one time

it’s hard to make him out, especially at the distance, but sana could tell given the situation what he was saying.

“couldn’t i ask you the same thing?” she takes a step closer, foot kicking back whatever she stepped on. her fingers toy with the knife in her pocket, tracing the cool metal with her fingertips. she pauses, eyeing him curiously, catching his jaw clench between flickers.

“is it any of your business?” he scoffs, pushing leg back from the post, moving forward, just enough to be shadowed from the light, only his silhouette visible.

“is it not?” her fingers tease the latch to open the knife, brushing over it gently, her own jaw tightening.

“i don’t really think it is, miss.” he chuckles, closing in closer.

singing my life with his words

“is that so?” her tone is flat, pressing closer, now within arms length of the man, posture straight and head tilted up, rim of her cap still down.

“yeah, unfortunately it is. why don’t you head home?” he nods at her, motioning her to leave, hands at his front, crossed at his chest.

sana feels her blood boil, a raw rage enveloping her body, a scary one. the bloodlust making her lose control of her own actions. she needed this man to suffer at her hand, he deserved it, did he not?

she takes another step closer, man raising a brow, letting out a low scoff-like laugh.

her mouth partially opens, heavy pants falling from her lips, before she retracts her fist, swinging as hard as she could.

crrrack!

sana licks her lips, the feeling of bone beneath her own knuckles euphoric, “fuck.” she mutters, grin settling on her face.

the man stumbles back, groaning and pulling a hand up to his jaw, rubbing only to cry out, pain only enhancing at his meek attempts to soothe.

“what’s— fuck, what’s wrong with you?!” he shouts, jaw dropped, brows furrowed, fingers clenching to fists before him.

“are you not the one sitting here waiting to harass a woman?” sana frowns, walking to where the man stumbled, digging her foot to the top of his, making him wince.

"you--! you bitch!"

he swings.

and he hits.

two times, two times

sana feels her stomach start to burn, slightly hunching over to cough, bringing her empty hand to her mouth. and when she pulls it away, she sees red, thick in the palm of her hand, and it only makes the vexation in her build. she forces out a chuckle, beyond shocked at the pure mistake this man made.

"fuck, you're gonna regret that so bad." sana manages to laugh out, voice hoarse as she glances back up to the guy, his face contorted in one of fear.

sana trudges over to him, soft giggles escaping between her huffs for air.

he stills, too scared to move, a deer in headlights when sana looks up at him. she lifts her other hand to him, object in her grasp undefinable, before she flicks her finger back, blade clicking into position, pointed directly at his neck.

killing me softly with his song

sana drives her hand forward, effectively slicing the corner of the man’s neck, smile growing on her face as he begins to plead for mercy, pleads that he’ll ‘do anything!’.

she loves it.

she tugs the knife out, blood splatting on the side of her face, from neck to the middle of her cheek, warmth seeping into her skin, she can only smile harder.

“p-please! anything! i’ll do anything at all!” his voice is strangled, and one of his hands rises to the gash at the side of his throat, not center enough to cause major damages, just a whole lot of pain.

sana rolls her eyes, scoffing, attitude to his pleasing seemingly changed.

“you already messed with my y/n, do you think anything on this planet is enough to compensate for that?” sana sees red, in far more than one way.

she grabs his shoulder, similarly to how she was before, but now she could act freely on those urges she felt, digging the blade into his side.

killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words.

she’s precise, choosing not to end him quick, no, no, sana wants this to really last.

“how does that feel? tell me and maybe i’ll think about letting you go.” she tries not to laugh, she’d never think about letting him go, but she just loves the desperate pleas.

“c-cold!” it’s near a scream, and sana just can’t have that.

the knife twists in his side, squelching and cracking echoing in the lot as his body is turned to mush.

he yells out again, sana rolling her eyes, seems he can’t take a clue.

“fucking loser, i bet this is the most attention a woman has ever given you.”

she drags the knife out of the sloppy mess in the side of his body, admiring the blood as it shimmers with the moon, thick and deep red. sana feels a new pressure in her stomach, one of something more sinful.

“fuck…”

she can only imagine how pretty your blood would be.

she shakes the thought, smacking herself softly with the tip of the knife, more sticky red coating her face, now up to her brow.

“focus, sana!”

she turns back to the man, now grasping his stomach on the floor, quietly groaning in pain, eyes firmly shut. he tries to push his body away from her and it’s just so pathetic.

she shakes her head, how weak.

sana drops to her knees, eyes lingering over the mess of his body. she inhales, content, and exhales, ready to finish what she started.

“this was deserved, you and i both know it.”

she sinks the blade into his chest, watching as he spasms on the ground, delighted when the blood spurts up onto her tee and her arms. he twitches, just a little longer, and sana tilts her head, admiring it, such a raw moment, the last ones this man would ever live. his twitching starts to stutter, fading out as he goes limp, sana sighing, sinking the blade in a little deeper, just to hear the messy wet sound it makes.

killing me softly with his song

she hums, swiftly drawing the knife out of him, standing up to enjoy her work, pulling the knife up to tap on her own neck, occasionally tracing it over her pulse point, such little pressure away from sinking in. she pauses her music, sighing to herself, listening to the rustle of trees and beyond.

and then, she catches it, the closing of the front door to your work.

fuck.

sana looks around, only seeing some smaller pallets and a large trash can to duck behind, both unfortunately close to the only car in the lot, which must’ve been yours.

fuck.

sana bolted back, tucking herself behind the trash can, peeking through the pallets to try and see what happens.

she didn’t mean for you to see this, never, so when she watches you round the corner, jaw dropping and hand rising to your mouth in fear, her heart burns.

you scream, knees buckling as you fall to the floor, eyes wide in horror. you cant find any words, or any motivation to move, just shock coursing through your veins as you stare at the mangled body mere inches from your car.

sana pouts, seeing the fear written on your face and she huffs, forcing herself to look away before she tries to run out there and comfort you.

she throws her head back, pure instinct before realizing what she did, the echoey thud of the trash can making her cringe.

fuck.

you hear it, obviously, eyes even larger than before, moving to your feet, trying not to step on anything loud.

the only way out is your car, parked directly next to the trash can, so with the steadiest steps you can, you move to the vehicle.

sana, thinks you’re trying to see who made that sound, her hand immediately moving to her mouth, preventing any sound from slipping, any breath from falling. this could be it for her, for you, for the two of you. the thought alone made the worst sinking feeling settle in her. tears burned at her eyes, hands shaking and grip getting tighter over the knife.

but before she knew it, her panic came to halt, hearing you unlock and slam the car door.

sana lives another day.

—

it’s 3:24 pm

sana feels like she’s going insane, she hasn’t seen you in a day and a half now, and you weren’t at work when she checked yesterday, much to her dismay.

in fact, the whole place has been closed temporarily after the killing, so she had to take matters into her own hands to bump into you.

so all morning, she’d been doing laps around your apartment complex, silently praying she bumps into you, praying she can see you now.

she reaches the the front of your complex once more, stopping at the bench that sits in front to take a breather, as she has every lap now. she lifts her tee up, patting her sweat from her forehead, then moving to her neck, tilting her head back just a little.

“sana?”

her heart stops.

she drops everything she’s doing, turning and meeting, of course, your eyes.

“y-y/n?” she’s beyond ecstatic, not even bothering to hide her excitement, eyes widening and smile starting to stretch on her face.

you chuckle, shaking your head slightly before walking over to her, sitting right next to her.

“what are you doing here?” you smile, grabbing one of her hands in your own— it’s a perfect fit, her bigger hands enveloping your smaller ones. you’re just so so soft and perfect all over.

“i could ask you the same right?” sana laughs, lie rolling off her tongue easily.

“i guess you’re right, i live right around here.” you shrug, eyes lowering to her lips. she grins.

“yeah? me too. i usually come around her for cardio, it’s peaceful.”

she wasn’t really wrong, recently she had been lurking in this area on her morning runs.

“oh, that’s cool!” you say, looking back up to her eyes, giving her the sweetest smile.

“yeah, you know, i was actually wondering if you maybe wanted to…” sana looks around, she can’t believe she’s actually nervous, not like you’d say no to her, right?

“come over? i can cook you dinner, it’ll be a super laid back home-y date.” she flashes the smile she sent you the first day she saw you, praying to anything that you would say yes, that she’d finally, finally have you where she wants you.

you’d finally be at her hands, from then until forever. just how she wanted.

you look at her, knitting brows together as you thought, looking around before shrugging, smile plastered on your face once more.

“that sounds perfect!”

—

sana was sat, antsy on her couch, knee bouncing up and down as excitement jolted through her body.

she stared at the door, waiting for your knock, opting to watch it for the last hour instead of look at her phone, or even bother cooking the dinner she said she would.

it could all wait for once you woke up.

ding!

sana squeals, rising onto her feet and bouncing to the door, not forgetting to grab her pretty pink handkerchief, doused in a generous helping of chloroform. she put the hand behind her back, stepping up to the door before swinging it open.

and you looked stunning.

you hair was done all pretty, makeup too, and you wore the perfect jeans and feminine top. sana just couldn’t wait.

“y/n!” she smiled, opening the door a little wider, motioning with her head to come in.

“hi sana.” you giggled back. the lack of smell in the house confused you, but maybe she waited to cook until you arrived, so you shrugged it off, standing and admiring the large penthouse before you.

“wow sana, it’s so pretty here!” you hummed, clasping your hands togetehr in front of you.

“ah, thanks y/n, that means a bunch.” she lingers behind you; watching as you excitedly glance around.

“so, what’s the plan for— mmph!”

your cut off as soon as your turn to her, her hand pressing the cloth to your nostrils and mouth, other one locking around your waist, ensuring you don’t move while the anesthetic kicks in.

“hey, don’t worry, y/n. it’ll be fine, really.” she smiles, eyes softening as you tried to wiggle out of her grasp. she pulls you closer, bodies flush together and her lips gracing your ear, it’s a bit uncomfortable for her hand that’s pressed against your mouth, but it’s okay for sana to bare.

“don’t make this harder than it has to be, baby. i’m gonna treat you like the princess you are, no need to fight that right?” her breath is hot and damp in your ear, and sends a shudder down your spine. you start to feel more dizzy, your struggles to escape backfiring as you panted in more air.

“that’s a good girl, relax for me baby, i swear, i’ll love you just right.”

she pushes the two of you to the couch, you very clearly stumbling, pulling the both of you into it, where sana grabs the remote, clicking play, and starting up her favorite song. humming along to it gently as she holds you tight, pressing kisses into your hair.

strumming my pain with his fingers

you feel yourself slipping, eyes harder to keep open.

singing my life with his words

sana sings along into you, vibrations only easing your further into slumber, you try so hard to hold on, but you know there’s no use.

“that’s it, that’s my baby, just let go for me.”

you start to slip, feeling yourself on the brink of passing out, the drowsiness striking hard. and the next time you blink, you’re out.

killing my softly with his song

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idlesana · 1 year

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moonlight

minatozaki sana x fem reader ; angst to fluff

summary: sana grows distant, lost in the moon.

"is something the matter?"

your voice came out smaller than intended, more careful, almost tiptoeing around her via word; you didn't want to push too far.

sana was unresponsive at first, and sat on the other side of the bed, contrasting from her typical cuddles. it felt like centuries had gone by (more like seconds) before her voice chimed back,

"nothings's wrong, honey. just thinking." she sighed, eyes gazing out the window, admiring the moon and stars. you pushed further to her side of the bed, now leaning onto her back, not missing the delighted hum that sana let out.

"are you sure, satang? i know you." you muttered, nuzzling further into her back, "you're not this distant usually, has my role of best friend been replaced?" you questioned. you'd meant for it to be a lighthearted joke but didn't miss the sudden stiffening of her body-- the sigh from her lips.

"let's get back to bed, okay?" she said, turning to you, gorgeous smile highlighting her perfect teeth and plump lips, however, you'd caught glance of her eyes; how they were one blink away from tears pouring.

she'd drawn away as of late: pet names gone, cuddles ignored due to being busy, her bringing other girls over to watch films or dramas she'd usually watch with you. it sucked, you missed her and she'd pulled away too far for you to reach easily.

therefore, your only choice was to reach out to help.

"hyo what could i possibly have done! i miss her, i miss her cuddles, i miss her pet names, i miss her corny flirting, i just miss her!" you sighed, dragging your hands down your face before falling onto her couch.

she let out a huff, looking at you with remorse, maybe a hint of disappointment. god you were too oblivious.

"i'm not sure there's a way i can help you. i think this is something for you to think about on your own, y/n." she shrugged, tilting her face to meet your eyes a little more centered. you subconsciously pouted, gazing not at jihyo but a little past her, spacing out into the neatly placed decor of her apartment.

"however, you can always mope here with me!" she hummed, standing from her seat and moving to engulf you in a hug.

another sleepless night since the withdrawal of sana.

what hurt the most was she didn't actually leave you, instead acted colder, sana was there but your satang wasn't.

you titled your head at her, propping your head up onto an arm that'd gone numb for how long you'd been sat just like this.

she was statuesque, almost unmoving as she admired the moon, letting her eyes gloss over. deep in thought, but what of you had no clue.

"why's the moon got your attention, satang?" you asked, mimicking the soft tone you'd always used on these run-on nights. nights where sana slipped away into a world of her own, a world on the moon. "is it prettier than me? color me jealous." you sighed, not missing the lack of usual banter, or how your voice quivered over the words.

"just thinking." she whispered, an audible shake in her words.

"you seem to do a lot of that these days."

"so you've noticed, thought it would've blown over your head like everything else." she grumbled, voice laced with an unfamiliar hostility, one sana had never used against you.

"pardon? what has gotten into you, sana. it's like you don't even care anymore." you snapped, fingertips pressing into your temples; feeling yourself lose grip on your pent-up emotion.

"i only ever care, y/n. you know that." she countered, now turning to meet your watery eyes, and instantly her blank expression fell to one of regret.

"honey, i'm sorry. i didn't want to come off rude, it's just-"

"just what? what did i do wrong, it's like i've lost you for good and i just miss how we were and it feels like you're finally over me." your voice shook, tears now pouring freely as you looked at the older, melting at her expression, one you hadn't seen in a while.

"don't you know that i love you?" she smiled, a sad one, but still it was reminiscent of that 'satang' who'd seemed to be gone.

she scooted closer, pulling you into her torso, letting all the tears soak her tee. her familiar scent filled your senses, prompting more tears to leak from your eyes.

"i've always loved you, honey, always will." she hummed, hand running through your hair in attempt to calm you.

"love me how?" you cried, gulping the moisture from your mouth, breath coming in sniffles. she sighed, looking away before turning back to you.

"i'm in love with you, y/n." she said, words glazing over you, causing what felt like a full body reaction; eyes widening and body jolting back.

"listen i know you don't feel how i do but-"

a kiss. instead of letting her run on about some assumption about her feelings for you, you slotted your lips between hers, not missing the small gasp or the one-second-long hesitancy to kiss back. she tasted of strawberries and everything sweet, everything you hoped. and while chaste, the kiss was the best one you'd had, and indefinitely not the last you'd receive from minatozaki.

"why didn't you tell me sooner, silly." you giggled, pulling away to wipe at your eyes only to get a clear view of her own eyes, now fully restored to your satang.

"i'm so in love with you." she giggled, pulling you back into her arms.

the moon smiled that night, the light nearly beaming into the room. and while unlikely, it felt like the moon had been waiting for this moment since the first conversation it had with sana.

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