YumiKuri Oneshots

Have They Always Tasted Like You?

A/N: I would recommend listening to Strawberries & Cigarettes By Troye Sivan while you read this.

Music blares in my ears as I keep my head low in the crowd of people.

Why am I here?

Why did I let my friends drag me out here?

"Historia, Are you okay?"

I turn around to see my cousin Armin looking me up and down with concern.

"I don't really want to be here."

Armin sighs and gives me a gentle hug, "You can't stay locked up in your apartment all the time. I know you're hurting but it's been 2 months His'."

"I don't really understand why." A voice says from behind us. We both turn to see rest of our group. Connie continues, "You broke up with her remember."

Annie hits Connie up side the head, "Shut up."

"I need some air." As I walk toward the door I don't need to look back to know Mikasa and Annie are following.

As soon as we step outside Mikasa starts, "You wanna talk?"

"I miss her so much."

"But you broke up with her." Annie says.

"I know!"

"Historia..."

The smell of a cigarette burns my nose.
As I look behind them I spot a guy blowing out a plume of smoke.

"Historia, are you okay?"

"Huh? Y-yeah I'm fine, Annie."

"You're crying."

"What?" Feeling my cheeks I find that there are tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Let's get you home, His'. We'll call everyone later."

Mikasa, Annie, and I walk to Mikasa's car and leave the club. Eventually getting home and I go straight to bed, still crying. As I step into my room I notice a red hoodie.

How long has that been here?

I lift the hoodie up and a silver lighter falls out of the pocket.

——
"Hey, do have a lighter I could borrow?"
I look up to see a tall figure in a red hoodie looking down at me.

Choppy brown hair frames her face.
Gold eyes stare into mine.
Freckles dust her cheeks, it's kinda cute.

"Hello. Earth to Blondie, come in Blondie."

"Oh, sorry." I dig into my pocket and pull out my lighter, "Here."

The brunette smiles and lights her cigarette. She blows out the smoke and smirks as she returns my lighter, "Thanks. I'm Ymir."

"You're welcome, I'm Historia."
——
I miss her.

Why?

Why?

Yeah.
You broke up with her.
Why do you miss her?

Why not?
Why did I leave you?

XXXX

It's quiet.
Really quiet.

No moaning.
No soft whispering.
No quiet giggling.

Only the sound of my own thoughts.

When did my apartment get so quiet?

Oh.

Right.

2 months ago.

Why?

What happened?

Everything seemed so happy.

Why did you leave me?

Ugh. I need to piss.

I push myself up and out of bed.

Upon entering the bathroom I notice a small pink tube sticking out from under the cabinet.

Lip gloss.

Strawberry lip gloss.

——
"Ymir! I'm back!"

I walk out of the kitchen and find her putting on lip gloss, "Hey babe."

"Hey." She smiles as she walks up to me, "I got a new lip gloss."

"Oh? Can I guess the flavor?"

"Be my guest."

It was mutual, the two of us meeting in the middle.
The kiss wasn't lustful but it wasn't innocent either.

As we part I smile down at the blonde, "Strawberry."

She giggles and leans up toward me again, "Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner."

Her lips crash against mine again.
——

Tears well in my eyes as I stare at the pink tube.

"Strawberry."

I slide down the wall as I clutch the tube in my hand.

"I miss you."

XXXX

"I miss you."

I grab my phone.

Me: Hey
Me: I miss you

XXXX

BuzzBuzz

BuzzBuzz

Historia: Hey.
Historia: I miss you.

Me: I miss you too.

Historia: Can we try again?

Me: I'd like that.