#YunoAsuWeek Day 1: The Day He Knew
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Prompt: Childhood/Firsts
Civilians rarely dare to speak with Yuno. He has always been quiet and aloof, surrounded by an unapproachable aura even as a teenager, but now that he’s in his twenties and the new squad captain of the Golden Dawn, even other Magic Knights treat him with a careful distance. The common folk, the ordinary people, rarely have the courage to do more than look his way in awe.
But of course, this is the Star Festival, drinks lull fears and inhibitions, and careful tongues are for once set loose.
It all began with a village man coming up to him, his half-grown child hiding behind his back, fearfully asking how he, as a commoner, managed to climb the ranks like that. Yuno answered the question politely and patiently; people like the man and his son remind him of home, and he’s happy to speak to them, happier than he often is to speak to nobles and fellow Magic Knights.
But his politeness attracted a crowd, and now he’s surrounded by a bunch of people, trying to keep his exhaustion in check as they bombard him with questions. Most of them are strictly professional, thankfully. Even encouraged and slightly intoxicated the people are still too afraid of the unapproachable squad captain to meddle too much in his personal business.
Then, inevitably, someone asks him if he’s single. He looks up. The question comes from a noblewoman. Of course it does.
Yuno hesitates with his answer. He doesn’t want to say yes and encourage her or anyone else to hit on him. But saying no would also be a lie. Unless, of course…
His eyes flit over to Asta, who returns his gaze over a mouthful of grilled meat, oblivious to what’s going on. “Sorry,” he says to the noble. “I’m not available at the moment.”
If any of the people noticed him looking at Asta, they don’t let it show. Yuno catches them whispering about his dedication to the job.
“Do you have someone you like, mister?”
He blinks. A little girl looks up at him, ignoring her parents and older siblings as they try to shush her. “Have you ever been in love?” she continues. “You’ve had a first love, right?”
Yuno forces himself not to look at Asta again, wondering if he heard the girl. But even if he can’t see Asta’s face, he can’t stop the memories that cross his mind.
Asta has always been there.
For as long as Yuno remembers, he was always by his side, never more than an arm’s reach, a shout away. It’s hard to pinpoint when exactly he fell in love with him. But what Yuno knows for sure that the feeling has always been there.
He was still a baby, Father has often told him, when he would start crying whenever Asta wasn’t around. Without any other person he could do just fine. But one second of being unable to see Asta was enough to make him burst into tears.
He was three when Asta first offered to hold his hand because he was scared of exploring the dark church attic, and he began to reach for it every time he was afraid, and then every time he just wanted to feel his best friend near him.
He was five when the grownups first asked him what he wanted to be in the future, and he answered that he didn’t care, as long as he was with Asta. They had laughed and said he should make his own plans too, but Asta had grinned and said he wanted to stay with Yuno too, and so it had been okay.
He was six when Sister Lily arrived and Asta decided he wanted to marry her at first sight, and Yuno’s heart was suddenly filled with fear and betrayal and an unexplained loneliness.
He was eight when he almost lost Asta, watching him take a beating from a drunk adult for his sake, just to get back Yuno’s pendant. He was eight when he realized he couldn’t stand in Asta’s shadow any longer; he had to grow strong and independent, or else someday Asta might not survive the beating he took to defend him.
He was eight when he realized he would rather have lost the pendant and everything else he owned than see something like this happen to Asta.
He was eleven when Asta kissed him behind the church—to practice for Sister Lily, he said, and it didn’t count as their first kiss because they were both guys. But to Yuno it counted. And the thought that Asta didn’t feel the same way about it ate at him from the inside and made him distance himself all the more.
He was twelve when the truth finally hit him, twelve when he admitted to himself what he still feels now at twenty-three.
But deep down he has always known.
He doesn’t expect to have a chance. But he can’t help it. Asta is Asta, and nobody else can replace him. Not as his rival, not as the one he loves. So he keeps these feelings. Locked away, buried behind friendship and rivalry, hoping, waiting for the day Asta might finally feel the same.
He nearly gave up back when he heard Asta and Noelle were together. But then Asta told him it was really just a rumor, and hope crashed back into him like a tidal wave. It seemed so important to Asta that he knew the truth. And he didn’t even say anything about his heart belonging to Sister Lily and nobody else. Not anymore.
And now… well, he’s not sure where they stand. But to him it looks more hopeful than ever.
Yuno blinks. Very rapidly his thoughts return back to reality.
Oh right, the question about his first love. He still hasn’t answered, huh.
He does glance at Asta this time, and a smile crosses his face.
“I have a first love,” he says. “Actually, that person isn’t very far from here right now.”
Asta looks at him, and Yuno wonders if he caught on. His ever-lively green eyes betray nothing. At least to Yuno they don’t.
“That’s awesome!” the little girl says, her wide eyes shining. “So you guys are a couple?”
He can still feel Asta’s eyes on him. Yuno smiles.
“No,” he says. “But maybe someday.”