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Here the Whole Time (miphvali)

Link startled and Zelda immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, we got completely sidetracked!"

Revali snorted. "We know."

Zelda was quick to include them in the conversation (Revali, as usual, did not really participate), and although Mipha acted like she was fine, curiosity was burning within her. How did Revali know? Who was he talking about when he said that holding on would just make things worse?

Some little corner of her mind wondered if it was her and she shook her head. That was nonsense.

Utter nonsense.

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He sat in his dorm on a Saturday night, guitar on his lap, staring blankly at the wall. He absently strummed a few times, before playing the start of "Mess It Up" by Gracie Abrams. Mipha had introduced him to the song back in high school, and he had learned to play it for her. He couldn't forget the way her eyes had lit up.

He was such a hypocrite. Move on, he had told her weeks ago, and here he was hung up and poisoning himself.

A knock shook the door and he froze mid-strum and groaned. He swore to Hylia, if his neighbor was here to complain about his taste in music again, he was going to rip them a new one. They heard everything else and not a word but as soon as he pulled out his guitar, they were on his ass about being loud. 

They knocked again and he dropped his guitar on the bed, crossing the small space in a few strides and yanked the door open. "Look, I don't care if you think Gracie Abrams sucks, I--" he stopped, actually looking at who was in front of him. "Mipha?"

Her golden eyes were wide, half hidden by her messy hair. She was wearing a too-large sweater that after a moment Revali recognized as his. She had stolen it from him all the way back in high school, before he had really realized how he felt about her. "I like Gracie Abrams."

It took him a minute to respond. "Oh! Yeah, uhm...I thought you were my neighbor. They, uh...don't like it when I play my guitar," he ran a hand through his hair. "Uh, what's up?"

She shrugged. "Sorry, I just got lonely. Everyone else is off doing things and I remembered Teba mentioning you never go anywhere on Saturday nights, so..."

"Oh. Yeah, I usually don't. Do you want to go somewhere or come in...?"

"I-I'll come in."

He nodded, opening the door wider and stepping aside so she could get through. He left the door a crack open (its not like anyone would barge in there and he didn't need any assumptions going on) and went back to his bed, grabbing his guitar again.

There was a clear dividing line between his half of the space and Teba's half. Teba's bed was neat, his desk clean, and he had gotten the closet, keeping it organised. Revali's bed was a wrinkled mess, his desk covered in papers and his laptop, and he had gotten the dresser, which had trophies and other things strewn across the top and drawers that didn't close all the way.  

Revali's messiness drove Teba up the wall sometimes. 

Mipha hovered there, unsure if she should sit with Revali, sit at the desk, or just lean against the wall. Revali personally didn't care, although he knew she had right reason to be nervous of the bed. 

"So," Revali grabbed his pick, strumming a few random chords. "Did you come just to look at me or..."

To his surprise, she blushed a bit. "Oh, no, I...uhm..."

She looked down at her shoes and after a moment of waiting for her to continue (she didn't), Revali began playing "Mess It Up" again. Her head snapped up and she smiled. "You still play it?"

"Yeah. I was actually playing it before you showed up."

"I heard guitar, I just couldn't make out what you were playing."

He nodded, placing his palm over the strings to get them to stop before starting over. Mipha's head bobbed along with the beat and after a moment of debate, Revali decided to start singing, "Opened two double doors. Typical, pretty sure I could grow up."

He knew he didn't sound great singing this song, but it was acceptable enough. Besides, Mipha's eyes lit up in that special way of hers and it was enough to keep him going. As he reached the chorus, she suddenly started singing with him, "Did I fall out of line when I called you? When I told you 'I'm fine', you were lied to."

She had a beautiful voice. More than once they had made cracks about being a little two-person band, going off to play worldwide. It had never happened, but it was fun to think about. "'Cause every time I get too close I just go mess it up."

Their eyes met. As they sang through to the next chorus, the lyrics felt weighted. Didn't work...kicking myself...hope you're sleeping well...it all seemed to hold some sort of significance neither of them could figure out. 

He looked away, unable to deal with the heavy energy filling the room. As they reached the end, he saw her shuffled closer out of the corner of his eye and the motion was enough to draw his gaze back up to her face. 

She had always said she looked her worse when she her hair wasn't put up and she had just thrown on whatever to wear, but he disagreed. She was always so beautiful it hurt and no other girl he had met compared. They reached the end of the song, the guitar resonating the final note as he dropped his hand and they stared at each other. She had moved significantly closer, almost enough that his foot could brush her sneakers if he moved just a bit. 

She went to turn away but he gently grabbed her wrist. "Mipha."

She stared at him and he felt his nerve slipping away. He shouldn't say anything. It was years ago and they were friends. He didn't want to lose the piece of her he had. He--

"Let it happen."

Her whisper made him blink. "I..."

"I know now," she dropped her gaze a bit and Revali couldn't figure out where she was looking. "I understand now. Oh, I was looking in the wrong place the whole time. You were here the whole time, waiting for me."

He let out a breathless laugh. "Mipha, I'm not quite following."

She met his eyes again. "It was always you. You were always the one who loved me even though I've been too blind to see it. I always thought..."

He quickly moved his guitar to the side, taking her hands. "Yeah. Yeah, I've been holding on like a fool. I tried to forget about you, find someone else, but no one...none of them were you, Mipha. You're the only one I've truly wanted."

She stepped closer and dropped down so they were almost eye to eye. She slipped her hands from his and suddenly threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He breathed in sharply, hugging her back and burying his face in her hair. 

This felt so right. Nothing else, no one else had ever felt so right. Never. 

A/N: THIS BECAME SOMETHING VERY DIFFERENT THAN I ORIGINALLY INTENDED. Sorry for all the suggestiveness.