"Hey, (U/n)! Come here and help move these boxes!"

"Coming," I answered with my usual monotone voice.

It was surprising to find out that I was still alive, to be honest.

I thought I had died when I cut myself, but here I am, alive and functioning.

Apparently, I was reborn into world,

After some careful thinking, I thought that there might be a slight chance that maybe (Y/n) is here as well.

I really do want to see him again, so I got a part time job as a bartender at a nearby club, since I don't have much of a resume to hand in.

I need the money to keep myself alive, after all, I can't die before finding (Y/n).

That idiot, I miss him...

"(U/n)! Are you daydreaming or something! Come here and help!"

"Shit, I'm thinking about him again," I mumbled, walking towards the back entrance.

I got there and started to help my boss move some boxes full of different types of alcohol.

"That's the last of them," my boss said, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead.

"Time for you to get to work now!"

"Yeah, I know," I brushed off as I walked behind the bar, still a little sad.

But of course it didn't show.

"Are you this cold to everyone, (U/n)? But I'm your boss!" he said making a dramatic pose to go with his dramatic voice.

"Doesn't change anything."

"You'll scare the costumer!"

"No I won't. In fact, I think you're the one who's most likely to frighten clients, with your over dramatic and terrible acting," I commented before getting my work space prepared for the my shift.

The night was painfully long, for some reason.

Maybe it was because I missed having someone hugging me, or kissing me to sleep, or maybe I'm just missing someone in general.

"Here's your drink, sir," I said, handing a costumer a cold beer.

I decided to sit and rest for a while, seeing that there isn't anyone who looks like they were going to order.

It's too loud, I thought, watching the members of the club socialize with others.

My eyes scanned the crowd for a (seme hair colour) haired male.

It almost seemed like a habit now, even though there was almost no chance of seeing (Y/n) here, I still did it anyways.

It reminded me of a time when (Y/n) was talking about some story he read.

"Hey (U/n)! Check this out!" (Y/n) happily beamed as he held his phone in my face.

"What now?" I answered, slightly annoyed he disturbed my peace and quiet.

"The main character and his lover of this story dies, but still manage to meet each other in another life! Do you think we'll see each other after we die?" He wondered, scratching his (seme hair colour) locks in confusion.

"I'm going to take a nap," I yawned, getting off of the couch we were sitting on and heading to our room.

"But isn't this so romantic? Getting to see each other even after death!" (Y/n) said, catching up to me as we entered the room.

"It sounds too cliché," I muttered, climbing into bed.

(Y/n) didn't say anything else about the topic and followed me into the bed, kissing me before shoving his face into my back.

My eyes continued to look at the crowd as the memory came to me.

I said it was cliché, but here I am, searching for him...

"Um, could I get a (seme favourite drink) please?"

My attention swivelled back to my work space as my eyes met with a pair of familiar (seme eye colour) one's.

I could never forget that colour.

"...(Y-y/n)?" I hesitantly ask, unsure if my brain has become so desperate to the point where it's deceiving me.

"So you do remember me, (U/n)," he responded, with one of his goofy smiles.

That smile that I haven't seen in ages.

"(Y/n)... I..."

I rushed around the counter to give him a hug, something I wished I could do for a long time.

Something wet was dripping down my face as I wrapped both arms around my lover, feeling mixed emotions going through my mind.

"Aw, you're crying (U/n)," (Y/n) commented, returning my hug by putting his strong arms around my waist and slightly lifting me off of the ground.

"I don't get to see your crying face often. Did you miss me?" he asked, putting me on a nearby chair and moving some of my (uke hair colour) out of my face.

He then wiped away some of the tears with his thumb.

"I... I did miss you, idiot," I replied, feeling my face become hot.

He chuckled before patting my head.

It was something he used to do often, but I'd always brush him off.

I'd never think that one day I'd crave it this much.

"Now then," my (seme hair colour) haired boyfriend said, removing his hand.

"Can I get a (seme favourite drink)?"

"Of course," I responded before heading back behind the counter.

(Y/n) stayed for the rest of the night, not leaving until I finished my shift.

"Let's go home, (U/n)," (Y/n) said, holding out his hand for me to take, which I did.

"What home? This isn't where we used to live."

"Turns out I was born into a really rich family!" He happily exclaims as he drags me to his car.

He opens the passenger seat and I hesitantly climb in. "Uh, (Y/n)..." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

"What's wrong?" he answers, after getting into the car as well, "You look kind of pale (U/n)," he comments, worry and fear could be heard in his voice.

"Is it really alright for you to drive?" I ask, looking into my lap.

"You know, because that's how you, uh, died," I state, my voice getting smaller and smaller the more I spoke.

I just found him after so long, what if he gets into another accident?

Just that thought made me want to get out of the car.

"(U/n), it'll be alright," he said, trying to comfort me.

"I'm being more careful, and you're on this car with me, which means I have to be careful," he states, rubbing my back.

"It'll only take a couple minutes to get back to my apartment."

"Okay, but you're not allowed to take your eyes off the road, even if the light is red. I'll punch you if you do," I threaten, or should I say try to threaten, because (Y/n) just laughed before nodding his head and starting the car.

The drive went pretty smoothly, aside from me yelling at him when I thought he was about to do something wrong.

"Welcome home (U/n)! It's been a while since we were both home," (Y/n) cheerfully comments as he unlocks the front door.

What surprised me the most would be how this apartment looked exactly like our last one.

Everything in the kitchen looked the same, the couch was the same as well.

I went over to the bedroom to find the exact same bed and (colour) bedsheets.

"I renovated the place to be exactly like our last one," he said from behind me.

"Do you like it?"

Without answering, I run to him hand give him a big hug.

"Stop reminding me how much I miss you, you idiot."

"Haha, I'm your idiot though, right?"

"Of course you're mine. I can't let you go around contaminating others with your stupidity," I claimed, putting my face into his chest.

We stood there for a while before (Y/n) detached from me an went to get a familiar looking box out of the nightstand.

"I was going to do this in our past lives, but never got to," he said returning in front of me and getting down on one knee and opening the box to reveal a (gemstone) ring.

This is.. That ring (best friend) gave me a few days after (Y/n)'s death.

"(U/n), would you do the honors of marrying me?"

For a moment, I just stood there.

"Of course I will, what kind of question is that!" I yell, moving forward to give my lover a hug.

"I'd be an idiot if I didin't accept," I muttered, feeling a mix of happy emotions.

And just like that, we became fiancé's.

Not soon after we had our marriage.

It was just the two of us, since our other friends were still in another time period, but it wasn't lonely, since I finally found (Y/n).