Hey lovely ppl! Even after the horrible exams, I live! I've had this idea for a Kyohika one-shot for a while, and since my lazyass doesn't feel like editing the next chapter of RFL, I decided to post this toxic version of the couple. I feel like this type of situationships, casual dating, open relationships are very common nowadays, or at least in uni lmao. I can totally see these two go back and forth, because boy, it would take a lot of time, agony and general stupidity if these two ever get together. Also, this takes place in Metal Fusion, somewhere after the Survival Battle and before Battle Bladers.

Songs I recommend you listen to for the best experience:

Mitski - Pink in the Night

Hope you enjoy!


This was such a mistake.

Hikaru has always taken pride in having a rather good head on her shoulders. She wasn't the type of girl who would blush or melt into a puddle just because a handsome guy was making advances at her. She wasn't the type of girl that would give in to her impulses and put herself in a situation where she knew she'd get hurt, either.

Then how did I get myself into this? Why am I doing this to myself? She ponders and sighs, the wall of the abandoned stadium feeling cool against her back. The late afternoon sun shines low over the metropolis, painting the sky with streaks of violet and crimson. Cool winds pierce through the twilight, marking the sun's departure with a refreshing relief from the summer heat.

They were supposed to meet to train earlier today before the others joined in. His Highness didn't show up, and this wasn't even a first instance. Nothing was ever sure with this guy. Surely, such a small thing shouldn't be a reason for breaking up—hell, you can't even call it a break-up because they aren't in a relationship, to begin with— but it's the little things that add up over time and become big enough that you just can't overlook.

How did Hikaru get to this point? Well, she'd be lying if she said they hadn't immediately struck chemistry upon first meeting. That longing, the craving for each other took off into something more. Something. Currently, the nature of their relationship was…complicated. A bond with no label on it. More than a friendship, less than a relationship. Casual dating, maybe? Not exactly. They're simply undefinable.

Kyoya wasn't willing to commit, he'd made it clear. The reason? He doesn't want to be tied down and give up his freedom. As teenagers, both of them should be able to do whatever they want freely, without feeling restricted, he'd pointed out. That meant, not making a fuss about how the other decides to go about with their life. Initially, she'd understood. Getting a boyfriend has never been high on her priority list anyway. And admittedly, it'd been amusing, sensing him fuming quietly whenever other guys were around her given he'd been the one to propose the rule in the first place.

The problem is…they're not on the same page anymore. Somewhere along the way, she'd gotten attached. Somewhere along the way, the idea that she might be just a cheap dalliance to him started tugging at her heartstrings. Somewhere along the way, those little things and instances began to matter more and more and left her feeling completely miserable.

She's had enough; enough of sitting on a fence that might collapse anytime soon. It was risky, like a slippery slope. Why waste her time on something that has no definite future? It was stupid, downright unhealthy.

Yes, this whole situationship is one big, gigantic mistake.

He's dragging her under, and she's going to save herself before it was too late, before her heart ends up in tatters. This chapter of her life will be over.

Over, she mouths the word, her breath hitching in her chest. The End, Finito, and Goodbye.

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

She'd been psyching herself up all day, she was ready to confront him.

But she starts questioning her readiness the instant she hears footsteps approaching from outside and the reality of what she's about to do hits her like a truck. She takes a deep breath and wipes her hands on her shorts, feeling fidgety. He's always had that effect on her.

Kyoya reminds her of a dark alley.

Hikaru's very familiar with dark alleys; she practically grew up in them. They're intimidating and dark and mysterious, and you never quite feel safe around them. But, Hikaru is very familiar with dark alleys, and the high she gets from them—the quickened heartbeat, the shallow breath, the tingle down her spine—mirrors the shudder she can't seem to suppress when Kyoya meets her eyes.

Just like now, when he finally comes into view, his hands thrust in his pockets. He seems relaxed, unbothered, the lean, long lines of his body so neatly aligned that she is stunned once more by his physical perfection. Once he spots her he gives her one of those cute smiles with his fang sticking out from the side and for a split second, she forgets what she was mad about in the first place, then dimly realizes that putting an end was easier said than done.

Don't hold back.

Hikaru squares her shoulders and crosses her arms. " You were late today. I waited," she says loftily, managing an impressive glare, even from few metres away. Kyoya stops mid-stride and whatever tenderness is present on his face disappears, hardening into the typical serious expression.

The words hang in the air, heavy and significant. He clears his throat and casts a guilty glance to the side. " Yeah, I'm sorry. "

She looks away and digs the toe of her shoe into the ground, not wanting to cling to the memory of his voice when he apologized, which was surprisingly small and regretful.

Don't falter.

" Are you? " she challenges.

" I am," he affirms in all seriousness.

Don't fold.

Her chest feels tight, and she has to swallow the lump in her throat. And because she's a stupid girl with a stupid crush on a boy who clearly doesn't care for her as much as she cares for him, she asks slowly " Do you love me? " God, she hates how desperate and needy it comes out, and wants to slap her ridiculous, stupid self.

She chances a sidelong glance at him and notices a hint of surprise on his face, and yes, this time she stands a chance. She's going to stare him down, issuing a clear, threatening message: I'm not messing around. Or so she thinks until he seemingly steels his nerves and locks eyes with her. " Yes, " he says it like it's the one and only thing he's sure about in life and the flickering glint in those sapphire eyes pierces her with disarming sincerity, conveying the reply: Neither do I.

Her body shivers with one of those dreadful, all-too-familiar chills. Screw the eye contact, it's doing her more harm than good. She hates herself around him. She hates how her mind always proves to be utterly and devastatingly unhelpful whenever he's around.

Don't give in.

" Tell me. " Meaning, show me; prove it; give me one good reason why I shouldn't give up on you.

" I do. Every day. " There's a familiar calmness and warmth to his voice that is reserved for her and only her, as he starts making his way towards her.

Hikaru shakes her head stubbornly. " Not with words… " She sucks her lower lip between her teeth as she takes a long breath, closing her eyes for a moment in an attempt to push back the memories that threatened to flood her mind; memories she couldn't imagine making with somebody else because no other guy could replace him, no other guy could make her feel understood like he does, and no other guy could simultaneously calm her soul and make her senses go in overdrive.

She's reluctant about opening her eyes since she can tell he's already in front of her and one sweet close-up look is more than enough to subdue her will, yet she does it anyway, because damn it, she's not ready to go down so easily without a fight.

The corners of his mouth lift in a genuine smile and any resolve she has left just crumbled to dust, dust, dust. " No, not with words. "

She wonders if anyone else will know the things she knows about him, that he'd pierced his ears by himself, that he wouldn't eat anything that had potatoes in it, that he sucks at cooking, that he scrunches his nose like a little kid whenever he's peeved off or that he had been the one to reach for her after their first battle and every row thereafter. He's reached for her, over and over again.

The wondering is reduced to a faint question because she easily realizes she doesn't want it to happen. Because that was what this is, right? This emotion for him burrowed into her heart like a metaphoric parasite, chewing away at bits and pieces of herself as she withers away, completely unaware. It's leaving her starving for more, but it's now such a familiar presence to her that she couldn't fathom living without it.

" Kyoya, tell me again, " Hikaru utters, and he cups her face in the palm of his hand, running his thumb across her lips. She presses her head into the smooth movement of his hand along her cheek and leans a little closer. Slowly, his lips touch hers in the gentlest of kisses. Hikaru tangles her hands in Kyoya's hair and brushes the nape of his neck, reeling from the fact that only she knows how good it makes him feel, and she alone would be allowed to touch such an intimate part. And before her brain completely gives in Hikaru decides that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't such a big mistake after all. Because sometimes the definition of love, of adoring someone so fully, means yielding. Letting them pull you under.


P.S. In Kyoya's initial design he had an earring...we've been robbed.