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a short atsushi x reader i wrote- its not very good but yuh here

Love doesn’t exist. It can’t exist- such an emotion that’s sung about in songs, and written about in books- It’s impossible something so complex and full of variety can exist in our world. Some say love is the best feeling ever, others say it’s like a disease that makes their lives completely miserable. Some call it magical while others say it’s an everyday thing. Every single person on the planet has a different vision of this so-called “love”. Therefore- it can’t be real right? It’s like oral stories- someone starts it, someone else adds on, and slowly everyone has a completely different view on it. But- which view is right? If any?

None, you’d decided. And you had you believe that. You believed that so much until you met him.

Pretty eyes, and a dangerous smile. The one you could stare at for hours at an end and still not get bored. You would do almost anything he’d ask and just talking to him a little was enough to make your day. It always was. And it always would be.

The things you wanted to do with him weren’t things you’d want to do with your other friends. What you wanted was to hold his hands, to go on dates, to laugh, to stay up till two in the morning in each other’s company, and other things you spent endless days dreaming about.

You had all the little details memorised- how his eyebrows scrunch up when he mentions his past, or how his hands started shaking just a bit when he got flustered.

He’d let you braid his hair once, and you swore you’d ascended into heaven that day. His soft hair gently slipped through your fingers as you combed through it. And the gentle signs he let out while you worked. There was a whole zoo in your stomach and your face felt like it had been thrown into an furnace. And the happy little noises he let out when you were finished? They made you want to tackle him and leave millions of kisses on his face so he knew you loved him more than anything.

He became everything to you.

And you wished that someday you could become everything to him too. Which of course- sounded impossible. Your wish was like a flower petal in a fleeting wind, hoping to land in water but ending up on the concrete to be stepped on by people. And that was it. The end of a wish that was born from false hope.

But perhaps, miracles do exist, right? Perhaps a wind could start up again and carry the petal away yet again, when it was least expected.

Similar to how a box of chocolates lay at your desk, addressed to you in handwriting that you could identify any day. You looked across the room and met eyes with the sender, the boy immediately turning red and seeking shelter behind Dazai.

A small smile played on your lips. Maybe you thought love didn’t exist. Maybe this feeling was something else entirely. But you didn’t care. Because if love existed or didn’t wasn’t something to pay attention to anymore. For the only thing that mattered was that Atsushi Nakajima existed. And that was simply enough.