The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

In Your Corner


Yata hesitated at the door.

Saruhiko looked pale and tired, passed out unconscious on a hospital bed, a blue-coated stranger in the corner of the room, and Yata just wanted the stranger gone, but even he knew, they were the person Saruhiko expected to be here and Yata wasn’t.

No matter.

He firmed up his resolve and strode into the room toward the most comfortable looking chair, ignoring the Blue’s startled expression. Yata yanked the chair over to Saruhiko’s bedside and sat down.

“Idiot.” He scowled at his friend.

But he stayed there and stayed there until Saruhiko woke up.

Almost Lost


He’d almost lost Saruhiko.

Yata didn’t like to think of himself as weak or clingy, but he’d lost so much. Saruhiko, Totsuka, Mikoto, HOMRA for a while, almost Anna, and his red aura and power. He wasn’t going to lose Saruhiko again.

“Stop glaring,” Saruhiko chided, annoyed, from the hospital bed.

He’d lost a lot of blood in the fight with Sukuna and Yata knew a line of stitches ran up the side of his leg. “Shut up, Monkey.” You nearly died without me ever knowing.

Saruhiko stared but settled back comfortably.

They were together again, found instead of lost.