My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

Morning — Yuri's Room

Soft rays of morning light slipped through the curtains.

"Babe… wake up," Yuri's voice was low and gentle, his fingers brushing along her cheek.

Y/N stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open as if pulled from a long, heavy dream. Her lashes damp, face still pale.

"Yuri…?" she whispered, her voice raspy.

"I'm here," he said, smiling faintly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Come on, you need to eat something again."

She sat up slowly, leaning into his warmth. "Did you sleep?" she asked.

Yuri shook his head with a quiet chuckle. "Not really. Just needed to hold you."

A pause.

Then she looked up at him. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"

Yuri's smile faded for a second, the weight returning to his eyes—but he nodded gently. "Yeah… there's something I need to tell you. But only after you've eaten, alright?"

Y/N's POV

After a warm shower, I felt a little more alive—though the ache in my chest remained. I stepped out of the bathroom, and Yuri was already waiting by the door, his hand reaching for mine.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

I nodded, slipping my fingers into his. His hand was warm, grounding.

We walked downstairs quietly, hand in hand like nothing else in the world mattered but us—though deep down, I could feel something heavy hovering over him.

The dining table was already set. The maids had prepared a light breakfast—porridge, fruit slices, and a small teapot of chamomile tea. We sat beside each other, and he served me first like he always did.

"Eat slowly," he whispered.

I nodded again, chewing slowly. "Yuri…"

He looked at me.

"I know you're hiding something. Please tell me after this, okay?"

He swallowed hard but managed a soft "Okay," brushing my hand again like he didn't want to let go.

Yuri's POV

"Babe…" I held her hand gently, my thumb tracing slow circles over her skin. I closed my eyes for a moment, steadying my breath.

Then I looked at her and smiled faintly, though the weight in my chest was unbearable.

"Come," I said softly. "Let's go meet your dad. I need to get his blessing… to marry you."

Her eyes widened, stunned into silence.

I squeezed her hand. "Let's go to the hospital."

Hospital Hallway — Third Person POV

The hallway was unusually quiet, sterile lights casting pale shadows on the white-tiled floor. Yuri held Y/N's hand tightly, his steps slow and steady as they reached the hospital wing.

A familiar nurse walked up to them, her face soft but unreadable.

Y/N's heart skipped.

"Miss Fernandez… Mr. Hanamitchi is waiting in the family room" the nurse said gently.

Her stomach twisted. She turned to Yuri, eyes searching for answers. But he didn't meet her gaze—he only held her hand tighter.

They walked in.

Inside, her father's assistant and uncle Haru stood, shoulders trembling, hands clutched into fists. The air felt heavier than ever.

Y/N spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where's my dad?"

The assistant's lips quivered. His eyes filled with tears he could no longer hold.

"I… I'm sorry, Miss Y/N…" his voice cracked, "Mr.Fernandez… he passed away early this morning."

Silence.

Y/N froze. Her ears rang. Her knees buckled, but Yuri caught her instantly, arms wrapping around her before she hit the floor.

"No… no, that's not true," she whispered, shaking her head, tears blurring her vision. "He was just… he was getting better, right? He just needed rest…"

No one answered.

She screamed into Yuri's chest, the pain ripping through her lungs, tearing out of her throat.

Her only family… the man who raised her, protected her, called her his little girl—was gone.

Hospital — Family Room

Y/N's world shattered.

She collapsed into Yuri's arms, but her grief turned into a storm—violent and raw.

With trembling fists, she began hitting his chest again and again.

"You're lying!" she cried, broken sobs cutting through her words.

"You're all lying to me!"

Yuri didn't flinch. He let her hit him—he took every punch like he deserved them.

Then he gently grabbed her wrists, holding them down firmly but with care.

"Y/N… stop," he whispered, voice thick with his own pain.

"I didn't want this for you… I didn't want this pain."

Her tears poured harder, chest heaving as she struggled against his grip.

"I want to see my dad!" she screamed, her voice shaking the walls.

"I don't believe you—I won't believe you! You're joking, right?! He's okay, right?!"

Yuri pulled her into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around her like she might fall apart at any moment.

"Come," he murmured softly, lips pressed to her hair, "I'll take you to him…"

Her sobs didn't stop, but she stopped resisting.

Yuri held her up, guiding her slowly out of the room—toward the last goodbye she never wanted to face.

Hospital — Morgue Room

The air was cold. Too still.

Y/N walked in slowly, her legs trembling with each step. Yuri followed close behind, his hand hovering near her back, afraid she'd fall.

There… on the metal table, her father lay motionless—covered in a white cloth.

Y/N's breathing hitched.

She reached out with shaky fingers, and slowly pulled the cloth down—just enough to see his face.

There he was.

So quiet.

So pale.

Too still to be asleep.

Her hand flew to her mouth.

She took a staggering step back.

Then another.

Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed if Yuri hadn't caught her in time.

"No…" she gasped.

"No, no, no, no…" she kept whispering like the words could turn time.

She clung to Yuri's shirt, breaking down in his arms. Her wails echoed against the cold, tiled walls.

It wasn't a dream.

This was real.

Her father was gone.

Y/N's cries faded.

Her tears dried midstream.

Suddenly, everything went silent in her head—like a switch had flipped. Her expression emptied.

She turned away from her father's cold, lifeless body.

Her footsteps echoed against the floor as she walked past Yuri.

Under her breath—barely audible—she muttered, "I'm gonna kill him… I'm gonna kill Renzo."

Yuri's eyes widened. He heard it. He felt it. That wasn't grief speaking. It was vengeance.

"Babe, where are you going?" he asked, pacing forward, gently grabbing her wrist.

She didn't respond. Didn't even look at him.

She flicked his hand off like it was nothing—like she was on autopilot, storming through pain and fury.

"Y/N!" he called after her.

But she was already out the door.

Yuri kept calling after her, grabbing at her arm—but she only walked faster, her steps quickening like her heart was dragging her forward.

"Y/N, stop! Listen to me!" he pleaded.

She didn't stop.

Yuri rushed ahead, cutting in front of her, blocking the hallway. His eyes searched hers, but they were already glassed over with rage. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight embrace, locking her against his chest.

She fought against it—weak but burning from the inside.

"Yuri…" she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice trembling.

"Where is he?"

She looked up, her eyes meeting his—fierce, broken, determined. Her breath ragged.

"Where is Renzo?" she repeated, staring with her bloodshot eyes straight into Yuri's eyes.

A long silence stretched between them.

Yuri's arms didn't loosen.

Yuri cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears that refused to fall. His voice low, heavy with pain and promise.

Yuri – "I will avenge you, babe… I swear I will."

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering there like a vow sealed in silence.

She stood still in his arms, trembling—but her eyes didn't lose their fire.

Y/N – "No, Yuri… not for me. For him. For my dad."

Her voice cracked.

Y/N – "He didn't deserve to die like that."

Yuri tightened his embrace, his heart aching with guilt and rage, whispering again—

Yuri – "I know… and I won't let this go. I promise you, Y/N."

The day of the funeral arrives—quiet skies, yet the air is heavy with unsaid words.

Uncle Haru steps forward, his voice steady yet sorrowful. "From now on, I'll carry your father's responsibility. You're not alone."

So many came—old friends, colleagues, even strangers whose lives my father touched. They bowed in silence, faces lined with respect.

As the ceremony ends, my father's assistant approaches. Without a word, he places a small envelope and a pendrive in my hand. His eyes glisten, but he doesn't cry.

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "Your father… he prepared this for you. He said, when the time comes, you'll understand. Everything he wanted for you—it's in that pendrive."

I looked down at it, feeling its weight even though it was small. My fingers tightened around the envelope.

What did you want to tell me, Dad? What dreams, what truths did you leave behind?

I didn't open it right away. Not there. Not surrounded by grief. I needed silence. I needed to be alone—to hear his voice one last time.

After the funeral, I returned to the Fernandez Residence. Yuri didn't say a word—just quietly followed me, even when I insisted, "I'm okay."

But he didn't listen. Or maybe he just knew better.

The house greeted us with silence. No footsteps, no distant hum , no kettle boiling. Just stillness. The kind that clings to your skin.

I stepped into the hallway and whispered to no one,

"Dad… is this how quiet it was when you lived here alone? Without Mom… and without me?"

The cold wasn't just in the air—it was in the furniture, the curtains, the untouched cups on the shelf.

My heart felt like it had forgotten how to beat without his warmth echoing through the walls.

Yuri stayed behind me, silent still. But somehow, his presence kept me from falling apart.

Yuri and I sat quietly on the living room couch. The room still felt cold, but his quiet presence wrapped around me like a thin blanket.

I reached into my bag, pulling out the pendrive and sliding it into the TV. The screen flickered—then there he was.

My dad's smile. Bright, a little shy. My heart clenched.

"Hey, my baby girl… my only heiress…"

His voice echoed through the room. I stopped breathing.

"If you're watching this… then I'm no longer in this world anymore."

Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn't blink. I wanted to memorize his every word, his every breath.

"Don't be too sad, okay? I love you with all my heart. But I regret… I regret that I didn't see you grow up. I'm sorry… please forgive me, okay?"

I felt Yuri gently place his hand over mine, grounding me. I didn't speak. Couldn't.

Then Dad continued:

"In two days, a lawyer will come to you. Look at the envelope beside you. I've already signed everything regarding the company… I've inherited you."

I slowly turned to the envelope, as if it were glowing.

The weight of everything hit me—loss, responsibility, love.

"Dad… I miss you." I whispered.

The video didn't end there. My dad leaned a little closer to the camera, as if speaking through time.

"And… Yuri," he said, his tone gentle but firm, "I know you're still by my daughter's side."

I glanced at Yuri, who didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"I want you to teach her everything she needs to know. She needs to be brave if she wants to protect the company… and herself."

There was a pause. A silence that carried weight.

"She's strong, but sometimes… she forgets. So remind her. Stay with her, Yuri. Please."

The screen faded to black.

I sat frozen, the tears now freely falling. Not loud—just soft, quiet trails down my cheeks.

Yuri finally turned to me, his voice low. "Then I guess I'll have to honor your dad's wish… right, heiress?"

I laughed—just a little, just enough to keep from breaking.

"Guess you're stuck with me now," I whispered.