#airy posts

You're an influencer.

You’re not tied down to one genre. You do lifestyle videos like ‘A day in my life BASTARD MUNCHEN GAME DAY EDITION!!’  

You do fashion reviews, well loosely, you just love rating people’s red carpet looks. 

You even dip your toes into the beauty genre! Well, if you can count just simple get ready with me’s with a large side of yapping part of the beauty community.

You really did a little bit of everything.

And unlike your boyfriend, you absolutely believe in speaking your mind.

It starts innocently. Or...At least that's what you tell yourself.

One of his exes posts an Instagram story, one that no one would assume was anything out of the ordinary, just her in a dimly lit Italian restaurant…if it weren’t for the caption.

Crazy seeing some places never change.

The next story is an old photo, Yukimiya across the table with his face mostly cropped out. Not enough though, because anyone with eyes would still be able to recognize him.

Her viewers immediately connect the dots.

Especially because, only three days earlier…you'd posted yourself at that exact restaurant.

You stare at your phone, grinding your teeth in pure frustration, "...Is she serious?"

Your best friend already knows that tone, slight fear coming over her face, "No."

"I'm going to say something."

"Please don’t. Calm down." She’s talking as if she’s trying to talk you off the ledge.

Your hands were shaking, squeezing your phone so hard you were slightly worried it would break, "I'm literally so calm."

"Don’t you dare open Instagram.”

And despite all of your friends begging, five minutes later you posted a photo of Yukimiya smiling at you from across the table.

God forbid their carbonara is life changing 😭 don't drag me into this

The niche little part of the internet that’s interested in this drama just…explodes with comments like: 

HELLO????

CLOCK IT

LMFAOOOO

I'D DELETE MY ACCOUNT.

Yukimiya really only finds out because his teammates are laughing, “Hm? What’s so funny guys?”

One of his teammates laughs so hard, his whole body is shaking, "Your girlfriend is terrifying."

"What?"

"Check Instagram."

And the moment he heard of that cursed app, he sighed, "...Oh no."

And as much as he wants to say that he’s upset, he can’t. He knows how you are, and the attitude is part of the reason he loves you so much. 

He just wishes that maybe the fights weren’t so public…

Unfortunately for him, however, his exes just don't learn.

A few weeks later, there’s TikToks floating around of a podcast clip where his ex is laughing.

She’s smiling as she talks on this podcast, one that’s known for having exes of more famous people just to talk about them, "He always loved girls with long dark hair."

The comments immediately compare her to you, talking about how she’s prettier. How you suit him more. How Yukimiya is stupid for leaving her.

You blink once, twice…before you get the itch to say something responding to all the tags that you’ve had come into your inbox ever since the podcast came out.

You upload a GRWM.

Halfway through putting on your foundation, you casually mention, "Oh my gosh, someone asked if Yuki has a type."

"He likes me." You made a slightly nasty face at the camera before covering with just a blank face like most women concentrating on their makeup do,  "I think that's probably enough, yeah?"

Then you blot on your concealer, blending it easily like you didn't just throw more gas onto an already growing fire.

The clip alone reaches two million views overnight. The video? Far more and several rewatches because of people hoping that maybe you’d add even more to this drama.

Yukimiya nearly chokes on water when he watches it, "...Baby." He said slowly, with more fear in his voice than he’d ever had- even when playing the biggest names in the NEL.

And yet, despite his fear, you looked so sweet when you looked down at him from doing his hair, "What?" you asked with a smile on your face.

He sat there in silence for a minute before waving a hand, "No, it’s...Nothing."

Because honestly, despite how maybe it was because of his slight fear of you…he also found this kind of funny…

Another month and another ex decides to crawl her way out of the woodwork. This time it's about jewelry.

She posts something with the caption "It's funny seeing someone else wear something that used to be mine."

Attached is a blurry picture of a silver bracelet.

The bracelet.

The one Yukimiya gave you.

You stare at the picture for what feels like hours, and then slowly turn toward your boyfriend, "...Did you buy us the same bracelets?"

He looks confused, "...No?"

"You've never bought this exact bracelet before?" You ask as you shove your phone in his face, his exes face on the screen side by side with the bracelet you loved so much.

He sighs, shaking his head, "...I bought this from an airport."

"Uh huh. When?”

"...Last year."

"We weren’t dating yet-"

"After we started dating."

You gave him a slightly threatening look, “Kenyu Yukimiya I swear to God-”

"I have the receipt !"

You post absolutely nothing.

For almost six hours.

The internet thinks you've matured, finally grown from the criticism. Maybe you've grown. Perhaps you've chosen peace.

Others think that maybe you’ve finally gotten a manager who forced you into PR training.

But alas, no.

You were waiting for Yukimiya to find the receipt.

And when he did, your instagram story was the first to hear about it.

It was two pictures, the bracelet…and the receipt dated eleven months ago. With the caption

if we're making things up can i be a billionaire next

Yukimiya covers his face with both hands, “You know she was lying…we don’t need to tell everyone.”

You gasp, putting a hand against your chest, “Kenyu! And have everyone think I’m some sort of repeat girl? Taking hand me downs from your ex?” You shook your head viciously. “Absolutely not!”

And despite how crazy you were sounding, and how many people now had a glimpse into his private life, he can't stop laughing.

Eventually, his manager calls, "Kenyu."

"...Yes?" He answers sheepishly, already getting ready to get an earful from him like he usually did when something like this came out about his exes and your responses.

"...Can your girlfriend stop posting online? We need fans to love you, not your stupid ex drama."

"...I've tried."

"Try harder."

And all he can do is sigh and tell him that he would try harder, but he knew he didn’t have that authority over you- and no matter what anyone said (except for a cease and desist), you couldn’t be stopped.

Because here's the thing: You never swear. You never insult them. You never call anyone ugly, because if there’s anything you can say nicely about Kenyu’s exes, is that he has great taste.

You definitely never bring up old relationships. You never leak messages. Absolutely never name names.

You simply correct misinformation that they are spreading…publicly and with devastating efficiency.

The drama finally dies down after months.

Mostly because every single attempt to stir up drama somehow ends with you politely embarrassing whoever started it.

There’s no public screaming or feuds. No exposés are written about you like you’ve dug deep into someone’s past.

Just one well-timed post and an audience that fills in the blanks themselves.

Eventually, people stop tagging Yukimiya's exes whenever he posts.

They stop asking for "their side."

They stop treating old relationships like current events.

Not because the internet suddenly became respectful, but because everyone learned the same lesson.

If you brought up Kenyu Yukimiya...his girlfriend would probably have something to say.

And she'd somehow manage to say it with a smile, perfect lighting, and enough plausible deniability that no one could accuse her of starting the fight, only finishing it.

Yukimiya still shakes his head every time your phone lights up with another notification.

He'll wrap an arm around your waist, peek over your shoulder, and ask the same question every single time.

"...Are we being peaceful today?"

You glance up at him innocently, "The draft stayed in my drafts. It won’t be posted, trust me." Unless someone else wants to speak up about your man again…

He exhales in relief, "...Thank God."

Then your phone buzzes again, a million tags in another ex’s vague post.

You sigh dramatically, "So much for my personal growth."

Yukimiya groans into your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your temple, "They're never going to leave us alone, are they?"

You lock your phone and curl against his side instead, "They don't have to." He looks down at you, raising an eyebrow, "No?" You shrug, “I actually get you, they don’t.” Your fingers find his hand, intertwining with his.

For the first time all day, there's no joke waiting on the tip of your tongue.

Just the quiet certainty that mattered infinitely more than winning an argument online.

Yukimiya smiles, giving you that soft, private smile reserved for moments no camera ever catches.

"...You know," he murmurs, kissing your knuckles, "that's probably the only thing you've ever said that would've ended the conversation immediately."

You beam. "Yeah..." A beat passes. "...still posting the receipt, though."

He laughs so hard he has to lean against you, "I know," he says between breaths. "Believe me…I know."

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You never cheated. Never lied. Never dragged things out once you realized your feelings had changed.

You just…happened to get bored far more easily than others.

The beginning was always your favorite part.

The first text of awkward ‘hi’s’ and trying to figure out what conversation should go where.

The first date where your hands were so shaky from nerves you weren’t sure you would be able to eat anything.

The first time holding hands where you’d ultimately realize…huh, his hands are really clammy.

The first kiss that always felt like fireworks.

Learning someone's favorite color. Buying their favorite snack. All of the little things were just so fun!

But once you knew them, it stopped feeling new.

And eventually... You'd leave.

It wasn't because the boys were boring.

It was because everything became predictable.

And you hated predictable.

Which was exactly why Mina looked horrified when your eyes wandered toward the cafeteria entrance, seeing that familiar gleam in them, "...No."

Emi sighed, shaking her head, "...Who?"

You pointed, eyes never once leaving, "The purple-haired one."

Their eyes followed your finger, immediately met with laughing, "No way." Emi laughed out.

You looked toward them, brows furrowed, "What?"

Mina shook her head, wiping tears from her eyes, "Not him." You were confused, in more ways than one, "Why?"

"Because he's…well, just look at him!” “Oh I’m looking.”

Walking through the cafeteria with an easy smile was Reo Mikage with his perfectly pressed uniform, blazer hanging over one shoulder while he was talking to Nagi Seishiro, who somehow looked half-asleep while walking.

"He smiled." You sighed dreamily. "I wasn’t at you!” You waved your hand, ignoring your friends observations.

"You are going to ruin that poor boy."

"I haven't even spoken to him…yet."

And three days later, you did.

Well, actually, he spoke to you first.

You'd just finished changing into your outdoor shoes when another pair stopped beside yours. "Hi."

You looked up, "Oh."

He was even prettier up close, "I'm Reo."

You felt like a fish who had just been ripped up from the water, "I know." 

He laughed at your honesty, "I was wondering..." There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in his voice, good. You liked a confident man. "...Would you let me take you out sometime?"

You probably should've thought about it. Maybe even made him wait a little.

Instead, you immediately nodded, "Okay." 

If he was shocked by your immediate answer, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just gave you his charming smile, extending his hand to hand you his phone, “Perfect, wanna give me your number?”

Oh you were a goner.

"So?" Mina asked the next morning. You rubbed your eyes, “What are you talking about?” It was far too early in the morning to deal with her thinking you could read her mind.

"...Still dating?"

Now, that woke you up. You gaped at her, "It hasn’t even been a day!" And technically! You two weren’t even dating, just planning a date! 

She shrugged, "I'm just checking."

Your first date was at the nicest restaurant you'd ever seen. So nice that you’d spent the first ten minutes pretending not to look at the prices, "Reo." 

He looked up from his own, "Hm?"

"I think this steak costs more than my monthly allowance. I can't let you buy this." And you definitely couldn't even split the bill if he wanted to. Would it be bad first date etiquette to suggest dining and dashing?

He smiled, "You can."

"I really can’t. We can always like…go to McDonny’s or something. Really, I won’t mind!” You tried to say it as a joke…while also being serious. “We can even play in the ballpit!”

The purple haired boy just laughed, “It’s my family’s restaurant. The tabs already paid for, I promise.”

Oh…bonus points for Mr.Richey Rich.

The next weekend, he took you to a park.

It wasn’t a fancy reservation, he wasn’t wearing an expensive suit. No, it was just you two and a blanket beneath a tree.

"...Did you make these sandwiches?" You asked as you shoved another one into your mouth. Terrible manners, but in your defense, a man who couldn’t do your love of food wasn’t the one for you. "They're good."

Reo just laughed, grabbing a napkin and wiping something off of the side of your mouth, “I tried, I’m glad you like them.” He sighed, “I would’ve had dessert but I kind of burnt the cookies I was trying to make…”

You laughed, "I would've eaten those too."

"You wouldn’t have even realized they were cookies. They looked like raisins...”

The weekend after that, he took you to a tiny burger place squeezed between two train stations.

You smiled as you stole a fry off of his plate, "I thought rich people only ate expensive food." He gave you a bright grin, "I contain multitudes."

You let out a loud laugh, loud enough that the people who had stopped by for food while waiting on a train gave you a dirty look, "...Did you just say that because it sounded cool?"

He laughed along with you, shrugging, "Maybe. I’ll never tell."

Okay, maybe he did contain multitudes, and you were starting to think you liked all of them.

The dates kept changing.

A bookstore where he quietly bought the novel you'd picked up three separate times.

A festival where he confessed he'd never actually won a goldfish before.

An aquarium where he took so many pictures of you, your phone was blowing up for hours after you got home from him sending them to you.

An arcade where he absolutely dominated you in whatever Moortail Combat is.

A convenience store run because you'd both forgotten to eat after studying.

A rainy walk home sharing one umbrella, letting his shoulder get wet so you were fully covered.

Every week, it was something different.

Every week, you found yourself wondering where he'd take you next.

"So?" Mina asked one month later. "...Still dating?"

"...Yeah? Why wouldn’t we be?"

She was surprised, but she wouldn’t say it out loud. It’d be over soon anyways.

Two months.

"...Still together?"

"Mhm."

"...Weird."

Three months.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"I thought you'd be bored by now."

You frowned, “Huh…weird…”

You kept waiting for it, you really did. Waiting for the moment where everything felt finished, like you'd already done every exciting thing there was to do.

Except, Reo never seemed to run out of ideas.

Not because he spent a fortune, even though sometimes you ached to ask him just how expensive stuff was. No, it was because every date somehow felt completely different from the last.

He'd take you to an expensive restaurant one weekend.

The next, he'd insist the best meal in Tokyo came from a tiny ramen shop.

He taught you how to play billiards, You taught him how to win claw machines.

He'd text you pictures of dogs he saw on the street because they reminded him of you.

He learned your favorite candy and started carrying an extra bag in his backpack. Just in case.

He remembered your friends' names, asked how their exams went, brought Nagi around so Emi could openly drool over him.

He even bought enough drinks for everyone whenever you all stopped at the convenience store together.

"You can tell me if you paid him off," Mina whispered one afternoon. You laughed, looking at your friend like she’d grown a second head, "What?"

"He's nice."

"He was always nice."

One day, your notebook disappeared, "...Where's my-"

Emi slowly held it up, a sick grin spread across her face,  "Y/N Mikage?"

Your stomach dropped.

Page after page.

Y/N Mikage.

Another.

Y/N Mikage.

One with hearts.

One surrounded by tiny flowers.

One where you'd apparently practiced signing your name.

You lunged across the desk, "Give it back!"

Mina was laughing too hard to help, "You've lost your mind!"

Poor Reo had absolutely no idea he’d chosen to stay with an absolute maniac.

It happened on an ordinary Tuesday.

School had just ended and rain poured against the windows.

You, Mina, Emi, and Reo stood beneath the awning waiting for it to let up.

Reo opened his umbrella, "You ready to go home?"

You nodded.

The two of you stepped into the rain, almost immediately beginning to bicker, "No." You gasped.

He gave you a look, "What?"

"You're holding it too high." He nodded, "Well yeah…I'm taller." “Well I’m not! Your girlfriend's getting wet over here!”

He laughed, "You want to hold it?"

"No. But I'm going to keep complaining."

"I know."

Your shoulders bumped together as you walked away.

Yes, you were still arguing, but you were also laughing. Neither of you noticed you'd started matching your pace without thinking.

Behind you, Mina watched until the two of you disappeared around the corner, "...How long has it been now?"

Emi thought for a moment, "...Almost a year."

"...Seriously?"

"Yeah."

For the first time since you'd started dating Reo...

Neither of them made a joke about when you'd break up. Neither of them wondered how much longer you had left.

They just watched the empty sidewalk where you'd disappeared.

Then Mina smiled, "...I think this one's different."

Later that night, you sat cross-legged on your bedroom floor, finishing homework you'd been avoiding for hours.

You flipped absentmindedly to the back of your notebook.

There it was.

An embarrassing page full of scribbles.

Y/N Mikage.

You rolled your eyes at yourself, smiling despite it.

You still didn't know what the future looked like, you were only seventeen.

Maybe one day you'd wake up and realize the butterflies were gone. Maybe one day the excitement would fade. Maybe one day you'd get bored.

You honestly didn't know.

Reo: Found a café today. I think you'd love it. Want to go this weekend? :)

You couldn't help but smile because somehow, there was always another place to see, another conversation to have, another little piece of him to discover.

You didn't know if you'd ever get bored with Reo Mikage.

But for the first time in your life, you found yourself hoping you never would.

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