My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

Yuri closes the passenger door with a soft thud, his eyes lingering on her through the tinted glass for a heartbeat longer than needed. Then he circles the car, slipping into the driver's seat with practiced ease.

The engine hums to life — low, smooth, like the night is theirs to command.

Without a word, he reaches out across the console, his fingers finding hers. He lifts her hand slowly, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles — warm, reverent, and just a little possessive.

His eyes meet hers, lit by the dashboard glow.

Yuri (grinning):

"Ready…?"

Y/N doesn't speak. She just nods, her lips curled into the smallest smile, eyes saying everything words cannot.

That's all he needs.

He shifts gear, taps the pedal, and the BMW glides off into the night — city lights streaking past like quiet fireworks. No destination, no deadline — just two hearts running away from reality, if only for a little while.

After a few minutes on the open road, the city begins to shift around them — tall buildings giving way to something warmer, livelier.

Yuri pulls into a small parking area just beside a glowing plaza, engine quietly dying down.

Y/N looks out the window, eyes widening just a little.

The night plaza stretches ahead like a dream — a long, cobbled street lined with colorful stalls and fairy lights strung above like stars caught in wires. The air is filled with the sound of sizzling food, soft laughter, and the faint rhythm of street music.

Owners behind the stalls are busy flipping skewers, pouring sauces, shouting cheerful greetings to regulars. The scent of grilled meat, sweet crepes, and fried dumplings floats through the air like a melody.

Couples walk hand in hand — some laughing, others quietly wrapped in their own world.

Yuri steps out and rounds the car to open Y/N's door. She steps out slowly, drinking in the atmosphere.

Y/N (softly):

"It's beautiful…"

Yuri (with a smile):

"Not as beautiful as you."

She rolls her eyes with a small laugh, nudging his arm — but the blush is real. He takes her hand casually, and together they begin to walk down the light-drenched path, blending into the night, just another pair of lovers chasing peace for the evening.

Yuri and Y/N stroll side by side, fingers laced naturally like they've never let go. The warm glow of the string lights above casts a soft shimmer over their faces as they wander into the heart of the plaza.

The sounds of sizzling food and laughter wrap around them like a familiar song.

They stop at a takoyaki stall first. The old man behind it greets them cheerfully and flips the batter with expert hands.

Yuri (teasing):

"Still can't handle spice?"

Y/N (smirking):

"I can handle spice. Just not… regret."

He chuckles, ordering a mild batch and sneaking in one spicy just to see if she notices. She does — instantly — and shoots him a glare as he laughs and offers her a cold drink from the next stall.

They move on to a small game booth. Ring toss. Yuri insists on trying, and after three misses, Y/N takes over — lands a ring on her second try.

Yuri (mock-offended):

"You've been practicing?"

Y/N (grinning):

"I'm naturally gifted."

The booth owner hands her a small plush — a white cat with a crooked smile — and she tucks it into her bag proudly.

As they walk further down the street, things slow. The noise dims just slightly. Couples have begun to settle on benches, leaning on each other beneath the glowing lights.

Y/N (softly):

"I wish we could be like this forever."

There's a stillness in her voice — a hope wrapped in sadness, like she's afraid to want it too much.

Yuri turns slightly, resting his cheek against the top of her head. His hand finds hers again, fingers interlocking as naturally as breathing.

Yuri (quietly):

"I can make your wish come true."

He closes his eyes, letting the moment sink into his bones — the warmth of her beside him, the rhythm of her breath, the way her presence silences everything inside him that ever felt chaotic.

Time stands still.

Around them, the world moves — laughter, footsteps, lights flickering — but inside this little space they've carved for themselves, there's only peace.

Still leaning into the quiet comfort of his shoulder, Y/N speaks, her voice low — tender, threaded with emotion.

Y/N:

"Yuri… let's go to the beach this weekend."

He tilts his head just slightly, listening.

Y/N (softly):

"I miss my mom and dad… I want to look at the stars. My dad once told me that the brightest star in the sky is my mom watching over us."

Her voice catches for a moment — not from tears, but the ache of memory. Her fingers tighten around his.

Yuri turns his head, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Yuri (gently smiling):

"Okay… as you say, miss. I'll follow you around."

He says it like a vow. Not just about this weekend — but always. Wherever she needs to go, whatever she needs to feel, he'll be there.

Yuri (playfully):

"You lead, I'll carry the bags. And snacks. And your shoes when you get tired of the sand."

Y/N lets out a soft laugh, wiping the corner of her eye quickly with her free hand.

Y/N:

"Deal."

The stars above are still hidden by city lights, but in this moment, a new one flickers quietly between them — not in the sky, but in the space where love grows without trying.

Weekend — Beach Trip

Y/N's POV:

I asked Yuri out today.

He doesn't know yet…

This will be our last time together before I leave.

Not just for a trip — not for a weekend getaway — but for something bigger. Something I'm not allowed to explain.

Mr. Hanamitchi told me not to tell him anything — not even a hint.

"It's for your safety, and his," he said.

I understand. But that doesn't make it easier.

Leaving without saying goodbye?

That's never been my style.

Yuri deserves more than silence. More than disappearing.

So I've decided…

I'll tell him.

Not everything — not where — but enough.

Because I trust him.

And I believe… he'll understand.

Even if it hurts.

Today, I'll give him a memory. One more smile.

And before I walk away —

I'll leave him with the truth that matters:

I loved him. I still do. I always will.

Phone ringing…

Y/N looks at the screen, heart skipping — not from nerves, but from the weight of knowing this is the beginning of the end.

Yuri (on the phone):

"Babe, I'm here."

His voice is cheerful, unaware. So Yuri — always warm, always waiting.

Y/N (softly):

"Okay… wait a moment, I'm coming."

She hangs up and stares at her reflection in the mirror one last time. Her beach dress flows softly down her frame, the color of ocean foam. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes lingering on the small silver bracelet her father gave her — her quiet reminder of strength.

She grabs her tote bag, takes a deep breath, and whispers to herself:

Y/N:

"Smile. Be strong. Just one perfect day."

Then, she walks out of the door — toward the one person she never wanted to leave.

They hit the road, the car gliding smoothly over the pavement as the city lights fade into the distance. The wind outside has picked up, but inside the car, the air is warm, and the quiet hum of the engine fills the space between them.

Yuri drives, his hand resting lightly on the wheel, glancing at Y/N every so often. She's drifting in and out of sleep beside him, her head resting against the window, eyes closed softly. Her chest rises and falls with the rhythm of her breathing.

For a moment, Yuri smiles — a small, content smile as he watches her, his heart light with the simplicity of the moment.

But then, as if something shifts inside him, the smile fades. He catches sight of the way her face is relaxed, but still — there's something else beneath it. Something hidden.

He knows her. Too well.

In that quiet space, he feels it. The tension she's been carrying — the quiet distance, the subtle sadness in her eyes when she thought he wasn't looking. The way she's pulled away, just a little, over the past few days.

His eyes flick to the road, then back to her. He clenches his jaw, his hands tightening on the wheel.

Yuri (thinking to himself):

Babe… I know you've been keeping it from me. I can see it in your eyes — I can feel it in the way you've been holding back. That you're leaving me…

His throat tightens, but he swallows it down.

But I overheard. A conversation… it wasn't intentional, but I know now. I know.

He glances at her again, his heart aching with a quiet intensity. He doesn't want to pry. He doesn't want to push her away by forcing the truth out, but he needs to know. He always has.

Yuri (thinking):

If you want to tell me, just tell me. I'll be here. But if you don't want me to know, I'll pretend I don't. I'll pretend I didn't hear it, and I won't ask questions…

A tear slips down his cheek, despite the strength in his chest.

It's silent, but it's heavy. His heart races with the thought of losing her — of her leaving without saying goodbye.

He wipes his face quickly, trying to keep it together. The last thing he wants is to show his vulnerability right now, not when everything is still hanging in the balance.

But all he can think is: I love you.

And it hurts. It hurts so much. 

"Babe…" Yuri whispered, his voice low and careful, as if not to wake her too abruptly.

She stirred slightly, her brows knitting in that familiar way she always did when pulled from sleep.

"Babe," he said again, softer this time, the word catching faintly in his throat.

Y/N slowly blinked her eyes open, the light from the setting sun washing her features in gold and rose. She squinted, then let out a small, sleepy hum.

Y/N:

"Hmm…?"

Yuri's lips curved into something between a smile and sorrow.

Yuri:

"We've reached."

The ocean's whisper drifted faintly through the half-open window — the sound of waves rolling against the shore. The scent of saltwater and sand lingered in the breeze.

Y/N sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, her gaze catching the wide horizon where the sun kissed the edge of the sea.

She exhaled softly, almost as if her heart had been holding its breath the whole ride.

Y/N:

"It's beautiful…"

Yuri stepped out first, walking around to her side. He opened the door, offering his hand. She took it, and for a moment, their fingers tightened in that quiet exchange of everything unspoken.

The sky stretched out before them, vast and open — like the time they had left.

Barefoot on the soft sand, Yuri and Y/N walked hand in hand, the sun melting slowly into the edge of the sea.

The sky blazed in hues of amber, lavender, and gold — like a canvas painted for just the two of them.

Y/N's wavy hair danced with the wind, strands brushing gently against her cheeks and fluttering behind her like a whisper. She didn't try to tame it. She just let it flow — wild, like her heart in this moment.

Yuri glanced sideways, catching the way the light kissed her face. There was a softness in her expression — a peaceful glow that almost made him forget the heaviness sitting in his chest.

Neither of them spoke at first. Words weren't needed.

The crashing of the waves, the crunch of their feet in the sand, and the warmth of each other's hand said enough.

But with each step, Y/N felt her courage building — slowly, steadily.

The sun was setting…

And soon, she would be gone.

She had to tell him.

She stopped walking.

Yuri felt the pause in her step and turned to face her.

She was staring out at the ocean, but her grip on his hand tightened just slightly.

Y/N (softly):

"Yuri…"

He looked at her, fully — eyes patient, but already knowing.

She turned toward him, her hair still shifting in the breeze, and finally… she spoke.

Y/N:

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Umm," Yuri responds, smiling gently at her — as if trying to ease whatever storm he senses coming.

Y/N breathes in deep, her chest rising against the wind, eyes meeting his with a soft weight.

Y/N:

"Thank you… for spending time with me these past few days."

Yuri's brows draw slightly together.

Yuri:

"Babe… what happened?"

There's concern in his voice now, laced with a quiet fear he doesn't try to hide.

Y/N looks away for a moment, staring at the sea. She watches a wave crash, then fade, and then she finally speaks.

Y/N:

"Yuri…"

She pauses — the words tightening in her throat.

Y/N:

"Let's forget everything else for now. Let's just make this moment ours… to the fullest."

Yuri stays quiet, eyes fixed on her, heart thudding harder.

Y/N (finally):

"Because… I need to go somewhere. For a while."

Her voice is calm, but it trembles at the edges.

Y/N:

"I won't tell you where I'm going — not because I don't trust you. But because I do. I just want you to know… I'll be safe. And I hope… you'll understand."

Yuri's jaw tightens. His eyes flicker, searching hers, silently taking in the truth he already suspected — now real, now spoken.

Y/N (quietly):

"Uncle Haru didn't want me to tell you. Said it's for our safety. But I'm not the kind of girl who says nothing and disappears."

She takes a shaky breath, blinking back the emotion rising in her throat.

Y/N:

"I needed you to know. Even if it hurts."

The sun is almost gone now, dipping past the sea, leaving streaks of crimson and deep violet across the sky.

For a long moment, Yuri doesn't speak. He just stares at her — the woman who's always met him with strength, honesty, and fire.

Yuri didn't say a word.

Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly into his chest.

The ocean roared quietly behind them, the wind whipping around their bodies, but in that embrace — there was stillness.

His grip was firm, like he was holding on not just to her, but to time itself.

Y/N closed her eyes, arms slowly circling his waist. She could feel the way his chest rose and fell — heavier now, deeper.

Then, gently, Yuri pulled away just enough to look at her.

His hands cupped her face with care, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

He didn't speak.

His throat was too tight, emotions lodged deep where words couldn't reach.

"Umm…" he managed to whisper, voice hoarse and trembling.

That one sound — broken and raw — carried everything he couldn't say.

The pain. The fear. The aching love. The unwillingness to let her go.

And the desperate trust he was trying to give her, even when it hurt.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes glassy but brave. She didn't need more than that.

Because even silence, when it came from Yuri, was enough.

They stood there under the fading sky — two hearts clinging to a moment that would live in them long after the waves washed their footprints away.