✧shirabu kenjiro x gn!reader
It's already winter.
You let out a cold breath, extending your hand to catch a snowflake. Wrapped in your many layers of clothing, you trudged through the snow-covered sidewalk, rubbing your hands together to keep yourself warm. It would have been expected of you to stay at home and indulge in the warmth your room offered, but you were restless. You needed to move.
Before you knew it, a worried sigh escaped your lips. You were known to be a bubbly, eccentric person- but you, too, had the times where all you felt like doing was hiding under the sheets and sleep for eternity.
Naturally, your legs moved in the direction of the neighborhood park, crowded with small kids being overly excited about the snow and eagerly building snowmen. You stared them for a moment, wishing you could be as carefree as they were, without a single worry in the world. Slowly, you moved to sit on a park bench by a leafless tree, breathing in the cold winter air.
"(name)?" Someone called your name, making you turn your head in his direction, before a smile crept its way onto your face.
The copper-haired boy, carrying a convenience store plastic bag, took a seat next to you. His arm brushed against yours.
"What's wrong? I thought you said you'd be at home, sleeping." He asked with a stoic expression.
"I just wanted to take a walk."
A moment of silence followed your statement, before the setter moved to lay his hand on top of yours.
"You don't usually take walks, though, (name)." He countered, continuing to wrap his gloved hand around your bare one. "You forgot to buy your gloves again, too. Do you want to get sick or something?"
You let out a laugh. "I'm sorry, I'll remember it next time." The warmth that radiated off his hands onto yours comforted you.
"So? What's wrong?" Shirabu's brown-gray eyes peered into you.
You know me too well, Kenjiro. You thought to yourself. "It's going to be the end of the year soon." You begin, and he gives you a small nod, persuading you to continue.
"We'll be third years next year, you know? Then after that, there'll be college. And I don't know where I want to go. Where I want to be." Your hand tightens around his. "Like, yeah, my grades are pretty decent, but I don't even know what I like. Heck, I can't even find a career that interests me. And then..." You look at him. Should I say it? His expression was the same as always. Stoic, calm and cool. Maybe that's what made you fall so hard for him.
I'll just tell him. "What if I end up in a different college than you? What if you lose interest in me, and just disappear? What if next year, we won't be together anymore? Will I be able to handle it?" All your insecurities come pouring out of your mouth- insecurities that had unknowingly piled up inside you, that had haunted you for months.
Shirabu's eyes widened, his calm exterior gone. If anything, he looked alarmed.
Noticing how he remained silent, you tore your gaze away from him and shifted it to the snow-covered ground. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."
"(name)." His fingers grabbed your chin, turning your head to face him. "How long have we been dating?"
You gulped. "A year."
"Have I ever let you down?" He continued his interrogation, refusing to let go of your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.
"Then don't worry." He breathed, loosening his grip on your chin. "I don't plan on leaving you. In fact, I can't even dream if it. I won't lose interest in you. Even if we end up going to different colleges, I won't have eyes for anyone but you."
Your eyes widened a little at his confession. He was gazing at you like you were a galaxy; like you were the only person in the world. His cheeks were dusted with pink as he moved his hands to cup your face and place a soft kiss on your lips.
Your heart raced in your chest as he continued, "And don't worry too much about the future. Take it one step at a time. I'll be with you every step of the way. Even if it's not physically, I'll be here." He placed his hand over your chest. "Okay?"
You smile. "Okay."
The boy's face relaxes, and he drops his hands, burying his face in your shoulder. You laugh, running a hand through his uneven hair.
"Embarrassed?" You tease, patting his back with your other hand.
"No," he retorts. "But I do feel a little disappointed, though." He lifts his face up, his previous expression completely erased. "We've been dating for a year now, and you still have these thoughts?"
You pout. "Forgive me for having insecurities about my boyfriend who barely shows any emotion, then." Then you laugh, wrap your arms around him, and give him a tight hug. "That's what I like about you, though. And also why this is such a rare moment."
He lets out a chuckle, tickling your ear. "I'll be with you, so you don't have to worry anymore."
"I won't." You look up to gaze at his features. "I won't."
He smiles, before pulling away and picking up his convenience store plastic bag. "Let's go. Your hands are getting real cold."
"Huh? What?" You blink at him. "So you can feel how cold my hands are through, like, your three layers of clothing?"
Shirabu clears his throat. "Ugh, I was about to invite you to my place so that I could give you a present. And, uh, hold hands while we're at it." He averts his eyes from you, standing up.
"You were counting on the fact that I didn't buy gloves so that you could give me a new pair, right?" You shot him a deadpan expression. "Kenjiro, you're so lame. And obvious."
He shifts his eyes back to yours, his mouth turning to form a weird shape. "Do you want them, or not? I could always give them away."
"Of course I want them!" You exclaim, getting up from the bench. "It's not everyday I get gifts from you."
He silently extends his hand towards you, and you intertwine your fingers with his.
I'll be with you. His words echo in your mind as you walk with him.
Thank you, Kenjiro.