#𝟏 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 // 𝐡𝐪

chapter; 18

After you faked cutting your hair to spite Tooru, you decided to leave the house, using your last bit of shmoney to take a random train that'll lead wherever. 

You didn't think Tooru would take it this far to be honest. You always jokingly call eachother slut, bitch etc., but not once did you guys actually mean it. At least, you didn't think he ever meant it.

Right now you're sitting on a small bench in a park next to an apartment building. Sometimes a person who was letting out their dog would walk by, but it overall seemed a bit abandoned. Well it wasn't that suprising, because there were a couple of dark clouds floating in the air. Any other normal human being would be home and drinking hot choco on the couch while watching netflix. Though home wasn't really a place you wanted to be right now.

'What to do, what to do?' You thought aloud while looking around. There wasn't any playground near by, so you just stayed seated on the lonely bench.

Checking your phone you see that there's only half of the battery left. Which usually means you only have 75% of that left, because your phone always seems to go dead before all the battery actually runs out.

'I guess I could go on instagram...'
Y

ou were swiping through Instagram for hours, until your phone decided to turn off with only 5% left. 'Mayhe I should start selling feet pics.' You nodded to yourself.

If Tooru also got a job, maybe you could afford a new phone. You don't get any allowance from your parents. He does, so he doesn't really need a job. Favoritism plays a big part in Tōru's and yours upbringing. And clearly you weren't the favorite.

You felt a slight breeze and looked up to see that it was getting dark outside. A couple of dark clouds became more than just a couple, and you could only hope that it wasn't going to rain. Shit, you might've jinxed it now, but oh well.

You pushed your legs up to sit in an Asian squad position and rest your head on your knees. You closed your eyes, feeling peace for just that one second.

Then you felt it.

The first drop, gently sliding down the side of your face. From your eye along your cheek and then finally dropping to the ground. Like a tear.

Soon more came falling down on you.

'Imagine getting wet because of rain.'
You quietly let out a sad laugh. No, but actually imagine though. You wrapped your jacket tight around you, not moving a muscle after that. Closing your eyes again, deciding that it didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter that you got wet because of rain or that your feelings clearly had been hurt. When did it ever matter to begin with?

'Y/n?'

You heard your name being called, but you had no energy to look up. You heard footsteps coming closer until they finally arrived infront of you. The person wrapped what seemed like their jacket around you.

'Y/n.'

You didn't recognize the voice, but they somehow knew you. You weakly looked up. 'Say my name again, but in bed, while I peg you.' You looked into the person's eyes as you said that. He has pretty eyes. Well, who doesn't? Everyone has pretty eyes, I believe.

'I-, are you okay?' The boy was surprisingly calm right now, it felt like he should be more loud and excited. The soft and calm tone didn't quite fit his vibe.