Hoarfrost
A Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction
Seto Kaiba x OC (the reader; anyone you like)
But really, this works for almost any cold and reserved male character.
writingthedayaway
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
He first sees her standing outside, tendrils of hair flying as the hoarfrost wind nips at cheeks flushed pink
with cold.
It is cold outside, he reflects, catching his own breath in the warm office air as hers comes out in small,
heated puffs; watching as she inhales. She does not seem to mind the temperature. As a chill breeze
sweeps by, forcing her to close her eyes because of its harshness, she smiles into the wind.
At times, she appears to be staring off into the distance, her look wistful and yearning, gazing at
something that he cannot see. And other times, he swears she's staring at him, her look no longer vague
or dreamy, but piercing, honest, and real. Yet he knows she cannot see him; they are separated by
layers of steel and glass. She must be a phantom, a figment of his imagination derived from his lonely
mind.
At night, he longs for gentle hands to stroke his hair; for hands to soothe his fevered face with their
coolness, the temperature he imagines – no, he knows – her hands to be. Her hands are always in her
pockets, the only sign she is cold. They clench when a stiff wind passes by, whipping up her long coat,
and he hopes that she is cold.
No, he reasons that she must be cold. Though she smiles into the face of the biting wind – laughs, even
– she has to be, he needs for her to be cold. He needs her to be human; he needs her to be real and
tangible.
When that time of day approaches; when the clouds shift in the sky and the sun is revealed once more,
he blinks. He always does. And when he stares out the window again, hoping, wishing desperately to
glimpse her lone figure standing against the wind, he sees nothing. She is gone.
A/N: This turned out to be way more "angsty" then I intended it to be. Please comment and review!