A/N: This was a prompt. :3
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
She had been sitting quietly in the lounge, hands burying her face. Her entire frame screamed fragility, which probably was unbearable to watch. The brunette sat there in deafening silence and solitude, unable to think—unable to feel, only emptiness evident in her stance.
His death was something she couldn't bear.
"Minako."
The girl did not look up to find out who the voice belonged to. She knew, even memorized his personal pitch, not to mention the rhythm of his footsteps as he descended from the stairs. Everything was darkness, and even his voice couldn't snap her from her broken state. That blue-haired boy. She questioned why he would stick with her during these circumstances.
His kindness was making her slowly forget, and she didn't want that, of all things.
It was one of the reasons why she abruptly pulled away from his touch. A mere one, on the shoulder. Her glare on him was firm, and she clicked her tongue with annoyance before resuming her depressed stance, hands burying her face.
Of course, she wouldn't expect him to do anything after that. The girl had been rejecting everyone's offers of comfort, after all. Who would want to help her after being such a mess? Everyone was hurt, yet they were picking themselves up slowly. She had wanted to do the same, but that seemed impossible right now.
Not with these feelings.
She had loved her senpai, oh so much.
It was no surprise that everyone gave up on her, leaving her be. And now, the last person who tried… well, of course he'd give up, as well.
"Minako."
The voice was louder now, and it took her aback. His hands were both resting on her shoulders, and it intrigued her to no end. What kind of expression was he wearing right now? So, she looked up, tearing her sullen features away from her hands.
Nothing but a smile engraved his face, and for some reason, the tears that the girl had been holding back gushed out of her eyes and down her cheeks like a fast, unsteady storm.
"But why, Minato-kun? Why did he have to go?" The question was asked loudly, desperately. She was breaking in front of him and she didn't like it. "I don't get it. He was just there!"
Gaze downcast, her voice faded into an almost silent whisper.
"Why did he leave…?"
She didn't wait for him to answer her multiple questions, and broke down into weeping laughter. When she spoke next, it was through gritted teeth. "And why are you here?"
The silence was unbearable.
Yet the pain subsided when he brought her into his arms, allowing her to bask in his warmth. The darkness was slowly fading away into something bright.
Looking into his steel hues, she wanted to think that it was alright to move on. Surely her senpai's smile would not be forgotten, or the way his cooking had tasted. The warmth he emitted couldn't ever be replaced, but…
…she did not mind this particular warmth, as well.
This blue-haired boy.
The brunette then allowed her head to rest on his chest, not caring how her tears were staining his clothes. She wanted to see if it was alright to leave everything in his hands, now that she was so, very broken.
If it was okay to let him fix her despair.
A/N: Didn't check for mistakes, so forgive the quality. ;A; My stupidity level is quite high today.