A/N: A very short one shot fanfic based on the song 'Not In Love' by Crystal Castles, which is one of my favorite songs, and I think you should check it out! They're electropop (I think) and if you don't understand the lyrics through the original version, search up the lyrics or listen to a different version of it.
By the way, each time a new lyric section pops up, it's a new scene! I have skipped a few lines of the song, only fitting in what I could write haha..

I saw your picture hangin' on the back of my door.
Won't give you my heart, no one lives there anymore.

You sat at the edge of the bed, your bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. Neither you or him had turned on the heat, though you were sure he did it on purpose whereas you actually forgot to. December snow floated down past the window to your left, and it felt like it was getting colder by the minute.

Tadashi laid supine on the bed, near the wall. One of his hands were on his forehead, and the other was on top of his abdomen. Slowly, he turned his head to the left, first to look out the window, and then to look at you.

You wore a thin tanktop, revealing your shoulders and back to him. There were a few hickeys around your neck, and even one of your shoulder. They were old ones though, since you and him haven't made it that far in a while.

His eyes travelled away from you, and to the nightstand. The lamp was missing a lamp shade, and the pictures of you and him laid face down. A bottle of Tylenol was beside the picture frames, and an old glass of orange juice. The distance between you and Tadashi seemed to get further and wider with every breath you took, and it felt so empty in the room.

And we were lovers, now we can't be friends.
Fascination ends. Here we go again.

The words rolled onto the tip of your tongue, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from hurting you any further.

Quietly, almost inaudibly, Tadashi spoke, "You can't just decide to go out this late at night to watch the stars, [Y/N]." Although he was angry, you could see that there was no fire in his eyes. They were blank, unamused with your behavior.

Before, he would had laughed at those actions of yours, since they surprised him. He would have gazed at your with admiration, and then while you stared at the stars, he would stare at you. At one point, it was like he had glitter in his eyes when he watched you. Now he was more annoyed than enamored.

"Oh yeah? What about you? You're always choosing to go into the garage at two in the morning, doing God knows what." You retorted, crossing your arms.

Not sure if it was bad or good news, but his dead amusement for you wasn't one-sided. It was mutual. You were just as bored and tired of who he was now as much as he was for you. Maybe a little less, or maybe a little more.

"You know what?" Tadashi stomped over to the coat rack and threw his coat on. Once a long time ago, you would had stopped him and begged him to stay, saying that you two were going to be okay. Now, you leaned against the wall, rolling your eyes.

"Go, go out. I don't care at all. I'm actually glad that you'll be gone." You blurted, even though in the end it didn't matter if you said it or not. Some small part of you wanted to see Tadashi's brown eyes go soft when you said that, however you knew that wasn't the case.

Tadashi grunted something you couldn't understand, opened the door, and left with a door slam.

'Cause it's cold outside, when you coming home?

Just like any other night, you sat outside on the porch floor. The lightbulb at the corner behind you was dying out, and the lighting was dim. It reminded your of a hospital, and you felt sick to your stomach.

A mug of cold, bitter coffee was in your hand, and your other hand was in rolled into a fist. It was a cold night, almost midnight in mid-January. Little patches of compressed snow were right in front of your foot, on the lower stair steps. Every time you exhaled, your breath was visible and you tried to warm up your pink, cold hands with your breaths.

Tadashi stood behind you, resting against the front door with his ankles crossed. He had followed you out for no particularly special reason, doing it due to the fact that he was up too. He wore a jacket, while you had a small quilt around your shoulders.

Why was it that even though he was about only five feet away from you, he felt so far? Chills ran down your spine, and you sort of wished that Tadashi would wrap his arms around you to keep you warm. But you knew that if he did that, you'd just feel colder.

It was somewhat strange, that despite that he was right there with you, he wasn't really there.

Tadashi couldn't look away from you, and lately the back of you was what he was seeing most. Your face was a blur when he tried to think of it, and it become smudged eraser marks if he tried to think of your face when it didn't look exhausted.

When was the last time both of you two felt at home? The house that you two bought a year ago felt vacant. No matter how many people over, and it felt even more empty when it was just you two together. His strong arms couldn't hold every piece of you anymore, and your hands were too cold that they would numb him.

The two of you wished to be at home, yet home didn't exist anymore.

'Cause it's hot inside, isn't that enough?

It was unknowingly one of the last nights of you two, spent on the bed with clothes all over the room. It ended with him sprawled by your side and you had your eyes closed. You and him were panting, small beads of sweat at your hair line and his neck.

The only light source in the room came from the moon. The shades were up again, revealing the bright moon and gray clouds that drifted across the sky. Your skin illuminated under the moonlight, or maybe it was because you were sweating and it was the wetness of your sweat glistening. That was probably it.

"[Y/N]," Tadashi whispered, and then brought his eyes to you. Thin strands of his black hair matted to his skin, and his eyes were wide. You could tell it was because this was the most he had felt with you in a long time.

"Yeah, Tadashi?"

He didn't know what he wanted to say, besides your name. Your name was a hum in his head, but when it translated into a spoken word, it turned into a scream.

"We're done, aren't we?" Tadashi asked, although it wasn't a good question since the answer was quite obvious. It was a bad time to bring up the topic, killing the calm atmosphere. But it was important, and both of you wanted to make sure that the answer was mutual.

You twisted around, laying on your stomach. Your face was sideways, facing him, and your arms were under the pillow. Tadashi and you made eye contact, and you simply gave out a tired, yet content sigh.

"Goodnight, Tadashi." You mumbled, and then closed your eyes.

I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not in love.

Spring, it was finally spring. The snow had melted away, unearthing the tan grass and mud. Birds flew high above you two, and chirped loudly. There were not too many flowers blooming yet, but you pointed out the ones that were out.

Tadashi and you walked side by side at the park, hands stroking against each other every now and then but never intertwining.

You felt that this was going to be the most beautiful, yet saddening day in your relationship with Tadashi. Perhaps it was just you though, since Tadashi had a small smile on his face. His big brown eyes seemed brighter, and his hands swayed back and forth.

He was so handsome, beautiful even. Although in an hour or so, his face would be just another face tucked into a cabinet full of other people. That was actually a lie, but what could you possibly do now?

Tadashi stole a glance from you a handful of times, and each time he looked at you, his smile twitched. He wasn't too sure if it twitched to become a frown, or an even wider smile. Your face directed forward, no longer daring to look at him.

The wind blew gracefully against your skin, and the sunlight that managed its way through the crevices between the leaves and branches touched your face. At that moment, Tadashi swore that you had never appeared so pretty. For the first time in what seemed like forever, there was a comfort in his chest. It was warm, and almost made him want to grab your hand one last time. Could he do that?

Your skin went against the back of his hand again, and he let out a somewhat chuckle. It was best if he didn't do that.

It was unfortunate, how beautiful you were, and how much he could appreciate it, yet never love it.

Tadashi wanted to ask if you still loved him, however that resulted in him asking himself the same question in his mind. Did he still love you? After a bit, he came to conclusion. In a sense, he cared about you, and loved you, but couldn't be in love with you.

Either way, it didn't matter. Just about all your belongings were already packed in boxes, waiting to put into a moving truck. You hadn't told him where you were going to, though it was going to be far.

Eventually, you and him stopped on the same footsteps. In front of the gate to exit the park. Your car was to the left, his moped was to the right.

The smile on his face had never left, and you noticed that the smile sort of tugged down at the corners. His eyes were sad, and you were sure yours were too. His cheeks had a natural pink tint to it, so you didn't bother wonder if he was blushing or not. Out of all the years you and him have known each other, his current face would be the most memorable to you.

"Alright, well, I guess this is goodbye then." Tadashi said, and then stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets.

A smile grew onto your face, and your eyes finally met his.

"I guess it is," you laughed faintly, "Goodbye, Tadashi. See you later."

You didn't think about the difference between goodbye and see you later, but Tadashi did. There was a major difference to him. His eyes slightly widened and he broke into a wide grin.

"See you later, [Y/N]."

Then the two of you spun around, and walked in opposite directions. Not looking back to see each other one last time, because Tadashi was tired of staring at your back and you were scared to see him entirely gone from your view. Both of you two had a smile on each other's faces, and continued walking different ways.

We are not in love, we are not in love, we are not in love, we are not in love.