Okita Souji x Yukimura Chizuru

Sitting on the rooftop of her school and staring at the sky, the young woman enjoyed the fresh wind and the Sun shining above her. The blue was infinite and no clouds were disturbing the bright colour; it was like an endless painting making her mind wander and forget her own insecurities. Her big and innocent eyes never left the sky despite her hair flying in front of her face due to the wind. She liked that; staying in calm place where her ideas and dreams could appear without a single pressure. With her phone on mute, she could appreciate the scene she was staring at, thinking of everything she could think of and ignoring the endless calling of her father.

You have to be a doctor.

Yukimura Chizuru didn't know when she started getting annoyed by those words but right now she was sure of something; she hated each of them. She knew her father cared for her: he cared so much that he wouldn't let her do what she wanted; he cared so much that he forgot what she really loved. And she couldn't say no to him. Her words, her feelings, her dreams; she couldn't say them out loud in front of him. He'll be deceived; he'll resent her for being an immature eighteen years old child. She knew that too well but as he was going to say: she was just an immature eighteen years old child; there was no way she could follow a road written by someone else. The high-school student sighted. In the end, she found no solution.

"Chizuru-chan?" She heard her eyes wide-opened at the sound of this familiar voice.

"Okita-san!" She finally said, seeing him sitting next to her, his playful smile never leaving him. "You should go back; Hijikata-sensei is going to be mad if you're not in class!"

"Look at the one talking. You're skipping class too so why can't I?" He answered, his emerald eyes staring the young woman's messy hair. "Look at yourself Chizuru-chan, you let the wind mess your hair up." He continued, fixing her mid-long hair and smiling at her –already- red face.

She didn't refuse his touch and stayed silent as he was methodologically fixing her lock of hair, even making her usual side-braided hairstyle, leaving some hair on the other side of her face too. With his hand next to her pale face, Souji almost naturally stroke her red cheek with his warm hand. It wasn't usual but it felt nice; both of them liking the feeling. He knew she was sad; he also knew that she wouldn't talk either, certainly thinking that she was bothering him. With her brown eyes doing everything to run away from his stares, she spoke with a small voice.

"Okita-san, please go. Hijikata-sensei might really-"

"What were you thinking of, Chizuru-chan?" He cut her with his deep yet smooth voice.

"Nothing important…"

And here she was again; thinking that her confusion wasn't important, thinking that no one could care about her; thinking that she wasn't worth it. Souji sighted at her answer, cupping her face with his two hands and lifting it up so she wouldn't run away again. Chizuru didn't have a choice now; she had to look at his eyes; at his actual mesmerizing eyes. How could she not answer with his intense stare?

"Chizuru-chan, you-"

"I'm scared." She cut with a newfound courage, accepting the fact that he wouldn't let her go. "I'm so scared telling my father that I do not wish to follow the road he drew for me. I want to change, create my own road but if I do that, what will I be able to do? I-"

"There is nothing wrong with being scared by your future. We all are after all. Chizuru-chan, you're better than you think you are. You can create your own road if it's your wish."

"I'm not strong enough…"

The young man then smiled, putting his forehead on her so he could smell her delicate perfume thanks do their proximity. As surprising as it should be, she didn't move either, letting him being close to her. She could feel it; her crazy heartbeat and her hot cheeks; she could feel it, his confident and yet shy moves.

"Not strong enough? How long will you keep saying that? You are the strongest person I have ever met, Yukimura Chizuru." He whispered, closing the gap between them and kissing her slowly. It wasn't their first kiss and still felt like it.

"Okita-san…" She whispered, letting her face close to his, their nose touching and their breath mixing.

"Souji." He said, making her smile and chuckle at his almost automatic reaction.

"Yes, Souji-kun." She said before kissing him again, loving this moment and the man in front of her.

"You're better than this." Okita Souji, I'll believe in your message, because it is yours.

Written by using the same prompt than the first one :D I just really wanted to do a modern day AU about Okichi :D