𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || ꜱ. ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

Love

Somewhere along the line, between mentally scolding myself and pinching myself, I had eventually fallen asleep.

I didn't remember doing so and neither did I remember moving to the sofa and wrapping myself up in a blanket.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I had fallen asleep on the floor. Not on the sofa.

I lifted my head groggily, my ears pricking up at the faint sizzle of a pan on a stove.

Who...?

I quickly pushed myself up from the sofa, my back cracking in protest due to the strange position I had slept in, only to be met with those familiar black eyes I had grown so accustomed to.

Though, despite their familiarity, I was still shocked when those eyes locked on mine.

"Scarf-"

"No."

He turned his attention back to the pan in front of him, preoccupying himself with adding a rather generous 'pinch' of salt to whatever was in there.

"I-"

"No. You don't get to say anything."

My blood ran cold at the calm in his voice, completely still and unwavering, a complete juxtaposition of my own.

"You disappeared for 5 days, no note, no phone call not even a fucking text."

I'm sorry.

"Did you ever stop to think, 'oh, maybe I should give the people who are probably worrying about me a call'?"

My gaze fell on the floor below me, suddenly ashamed of my lack of concern for others. Oh god, what if they thought I was going to disappear like last time? A wave of guilt washed over me.

"Your friends were worried about you, y/n! I was worried about you!" He had now discarded the pan which was smoking slightly, he was facing me now, though I still couldn't raise the courage to look at him.

"And it turns out you were locked up here of all places, right around the fucking corner and you didn't bother to say anything."

He reached forward and picked up my phone from the counter, switching it on and waving the screen in front of my face, a stream of messages and missed calls could be seen.

"The police wouldn't even class it as a missing person case because you've already disappeared before. Do you know how hard we were looking for you?"

"Obviously not that hard," I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

I shook my head.

"What did you just say?"

"It doesn't matter, it was just a stupid joke."

"You think this is funny?" I tried to ignore the way his voice broke slightly. "Do you think I was laughing when you didn't come home 5 days ago? Or the night after that? Or the night after that? Or the night after fucking that?"

I shrugged.

"What?"

"No-"

"NO." His voice picked up and I could hear the betrayal laced into the two-letter word.

I flinched at his shout and willed that familiar feeling building behind my eyes to stay at bay. It wasn't my place to cry. Not right now.

"Shota, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I was just- I was just overwhelmed."