Time Alone (Uta x Fem!Ghoul!Reader) ontshot

When I wasn't at the studio, on my days off, I generally spent most of my time alone. I never liked it though. It was always very quiet in my apartment, besides the low hum of the AC during the day. This happened to be one of the days where I wasn't hungry but Uta was, meaning I was alone in my small apartment with nothing to do. I could watch TV, but nothing was ever interesting on there. I could draw something, but I don't feel like drawing. I could go to Anteiku and get some coffee, but Nishiki works there and I despise him.

       It was rather dull without the mask maker around to talk to, even if he never seemed to talk much. But I missed Uta on days like this. Whenever I was alone my mind would always seem to wander and end up thinking about him. I always found it funny how he looks so intimidating but really he's just a big dork, and I liked that about him. I ended up drifting off into a daydream as I reminisced on the moments we've had together.

       I remember, clearly, the time he told me he loved me and how bluntly he stated it.

       "Hey (Name)," Uta said from the desk where he went to get the measuring tape to take my mask measurements.

       "Hmm?"

       He wrapped the measuring tape around my head and said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

       I giggled lightly at his inquiry, "No, Uta, I don't,"

       He nodded lightly and spoke, "I see... Will you go out with me, (Name)?"

       I was a bit shocked at his bluntness but quickly remembered that he can be like that, "Yeah, I'd love to,"

       He finished taking my measurements and spun me around on the stool to face him and kissed me. He wasn't shy about it, that's for sure. I could feel the passion behind his kiss and melted into his embrace. When he pulled away he looked into my eyes and gave me one of his rare smiles.

       "I love you, (Name)."

I smiled at the memory and laid back down  on the couch from my sitting position. There was always one good thing that came out of spending my time alone, and it was remembering those sweet moments Uta and I shared.