(happy late 2/2 and early valentine's everyone! since creatornim's birthday is on valentines i decided to do something a bit more self indulgent, enjoy ♡)

electric.

every touch, every smile he throws your way, is electric.

why does it still... sting?

you should be happy. you are. finding out he was alive was the biggest relief you could ever ask for. him getting rehab, time for himself, closure, and now stable enough to return to his old acquaintances, to you.... grateful isn't enough to cut it.

and yet it felt like he could slip away again at any moment. nights, you have nightmares, he'd hold you. days, you'd try to show him around tokyo and all the new goods he'd miss out on, but you'd withdraw, swallowing down the memories of walking down the same street crying.

today was valentine's day. you made a card for him, one of those diy ones filled with mementos of your past. except there wasn't much of that. instead, it was full of how you used to 'grieve' him. ripped posters put together. poems. it almost seemed obsessive.

but could he really blame you, you thought? the two of you never have a proper, whole-day type heart-to-heart about everything that happened. your grief, his yearning, the separation... could you risk ruining the sweet occasion?

"if you're looking for someone who has their hands less occupied, i'm here, yknow." his teasing voice broke you out of your slump, as the box of chocolates remained held in your hands. it was a miracle his stoic ass even agreed to go on a valentines date to begin with. with a deep breath, you mustered the courage to speak.