This took SO fucking long, but I hope it's still an enjoyable read! I left it open ended to leave things up to the reader on how Stan replies, I thought it'd be a fun little angle to take. Sorry again for taking so long!
Asked for by: @yumiko0987
What if he moved on? Were we even an item? You mused, watching the third day of Taiju's wedding from the edge of the crowd. Watching everyone dance and drink and celebrate while the energetic brunette seemed just as happy to marry his bride as the first time.
Everyone was bursting with joy like party poppers on new years, love was in the air, it was a wonderful day. And yet, you couldn't help but angst over the day. We were friends at least, I know that, but he was worlds closer with Xeno. Maybe Stan's more into him? I mean, we were childhood friends, but I still came into his life after Xeno. And, of course, the perfect answer to that question would include you being the one walking down the aisle. Being wed to the elegant marine that had occupied your dreams and heart since childhood. Yet, that wasn't for you to choose.
So, in the end, you could only sigh and leave the buzzing bubble of celebration to try and clear your head with a walk.
"Get ahold of yourself," You ordered into the air as you strolled, letting your head fall back so you could look up at the perfectly blue sky. As if the world itself was celebrating with the happy couple. "All I have to do is ask. I'm sure Stan would understand why I'd be unsure on our status after so long. Just gotta find him, and ask." you continued, the simple framing of the task, just ask! it's no biggie, giving you a small ember of confidence in your chest. No matter the answer, it wouldn't make your friendship with Stan weird, at least. Right?
So, you set off from your mindless meandering to search out your old childhood friend. Trying with each step to keep that small ember from being washed away in the waves of cold, stubborn nerves in your belly. Yet, when you did finally find the tall, silver-haired marine lost in thought, smoking on a bench at the edge the growing stone-age city, there was no hope to save the burst of courage from being swept away in the tight feeling of anxiety climbing up your throat. Shit, this is such a bad idea. How do I compete with Xeno? Even if we did get together, I'd be second in the priorities.
"Oh, hi there." Stan hummed, his captivating voice snatching you out of your nervous spiral. "Why aren't ya at the wedding? Finally tire of the booze and cake?" You shook your head vigorously at that, already feeling your cheeks heating up.
"Oh, uh, no. just...wanted to come find you." You answered, receiving a hum in response.
"Why'd ya want to come find me? I've celebrated, I doubt I'm wanted back that badly." He pointed out with a snort. The reminder of your friend's crimes making you wince a little bit, but you shook your head again.
"I just had a question, I wasn't going to drag you back to the wedding party." And that got you an eyebrow raise, but he left you ample opening to ask said question. So, you spent a long moment just broiling in popping nerves and skittish thoughts until you finally reminded yourself, He wouldn't care. Just ask, real simple.
So, with a deep breath in, and out. You spoke,
"Stan, what exactly are we? Relationship-wise."
