random oneshots from diff fandoms

erasershig/eraserdust angst thing

I'm so good at titles, btw I'm mostly winging this so plot might be icky -warden//
tw: mentions of drug use, major character death, swearing, REALLY SAD TBH

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"You told me you would stop. You promised you would."

The pale blue haired man in front of Shōta looked to the ground, unable to make eye contact and using his fairly long hair to hide his face.

"Tomura, look at me."

He didn't move.

"Tomura," Shōta said, a bit more sternly. Tomura flinched ever so slightly, which made Shōta sigh.

"Are you not going to talk to me?"

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." His voice was smaller, weaker than the other man's. "That's what you said last time. And the time before that. We can't just keep going in circles and repeating the same thing, you can't keep relapsing every few months and expect me to be okay with it." Shōta's voice became more and more agitated as he spoke. He felt angry, betrayed, confused, but overall concerned for his boyfriend.

"You don't understand. I'm trying. I'm fucking trying my best but it's hard." Tomura's voice cracked with emotion every now and then, but he wouldn't allow himself to cry in front of Shōta. He didn't want to seem weak.

"Then let me help you! Let me get you the help you need and y-"

"NO! You don't understand, no one at the goddamn institution does! Not the nurses or the doctors, not the patients, not the therapists, they don't fucking know shit!" Tomura started walking backwards slightly while hyperventilating. He still didn't make eye contact with Shōta, keeping his eyes glued to the ground. Shōta stayed silent for a moment, observing him. "How are you so sure when you keep running away from it?"

"I hate it there! I fucking hate it! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" He was acting like a child having a tantrum, but Tomura didn't care. "Well you can't just keep harming yourself this way!" He started raising his voice, which startled Tomura. He got closer, and Tomura was pressed against a wall. "Why do you care!? If I stress you out so fucking much then just leave! You don't have to suffer because of me. You can just move on and find someone better!" Shōta put his arms on both sides of Tomura's arms, but Tomura pushed him away quickly.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"I'm trying to help you!"

"Well you can't! I'm a lost cause and no matter what I do or where I go, I won't get better and I can't get better!"

Shōta tried putting his hands on Tomura's shoulders, but Tomura grabbed him.

"I said not to touch m-"

Tomura stopped, eyes wide as he stared at Shōta and his now decaying arms. Tears immediately began to roll down his face as he frantically scrambled to Shōta.

"Oh my god, Shōta I'm so sorry-- Please don't leave me, p- please Shō, stay with me-"

Shōta didn't speak from the shock as he stared at his arms that were slowly turning to dust along the rest of his body. Tomura's choked out sobs and stammering rang throughout the house as Shōta quietly decayed. Tomura wrapped his arms around Shōta, careful to keep his hands in a fist as to not worsen the damage.

Shōta leaned up with the little strength he had left and planted a soft kiss to Tomura's lips, to which Tomura returned immediately, his tears mixing in with the kiss.

Nearly as soon as the kiss started, it ended. Tomura opened his eyes to find the last bits of Shōta withering away and falling down onto the ground.

Shōta was gone. He was gone and it was his fault.

Tomura let out an ear-splitting scream as he leaned down to the floor, grasping at the dust left behind. He practically laid down on it, not caring that the dust was all over him. He sobbed and wailed, repeating Shōta's name and praying that it was all a dream. He hoped that any time soon he would wake up and Shōta would be holding him in their shared bed, and he'd turn around with tear stained cheeks to look at Shōta, and Shōta would comfort him and tell him that everything would be okay.

Except he wasn't waking up. This was his reality that he had induced on himself through his own careless actions.

Tomura sniffled and cried with his face pressed against the dust and he stayed there for hours. Those hours turned to days. For several days, Tomura remained on the same spot, unmoving. Eventually Tomura went to sleep, still on the dust remains of his deceased lover, and he didn't wake up after that.

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The police entered the home a few days later after the neighbors reported a rotten smell.

In there, they found the remains of a once happy couple that self destructed over time. A mix of their ignorance, stubbornness, and love for each other eventually led to their downfall which ended in nothing but tragedy.

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I like never write angst sorry if it was shit lol butttttt i hope u enjoyed huahua -warden//