By the Bridge: Yuzuru Nishimiya X Reader

4. My Friend

I slipped off my shoes and put on some slippers. Yuzuru did the same. They looked at me with a warm smile. "Welcome to my humble abode!" They exclaimed. "It's not much haha," they giggle with their hand rubbing their neck. How cute. They skipped around the room and stopped at me. They slapped their hand on my shoulder and grinned. "Are you just gonna stand there?" They said laughing. "Oh! I forgot I'm going to make some ramen."

They then got a pot and started boiling some water. They sat down in a nearby chair and became lost in thought. Their eyes looked dull, wearisome in a sense. The air is motionless and steady. Is this the feeling of comfort or sorrow? I feel stuck at this moment. All I can do is look at Yuzuru. Feeling their warmth in this room makes everything all better.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" They say angrily. I feel their eyes on mine. Their legs spread as they sit in the worst posture I can think of. "Is there something on my face?" They chuckled a bit with a funny grin on their face. "I'm sorry Yuzuru, I wasn't trying to stare. You just seem a bit sad and I couldn't help but look in your eyes." I murmured.

"Whatever, you're so embarrassing." They mumbled. Yuzuru stood up and walked towards the porch. "Isn't it pretty?" They say pulling out their camera. I walk over to them slowly and lean against the ledge. "Yeah, I like the view," I say. I look over at Yuzuru taking pictures, smiling. They may seem happy, but something about them is sad. Yuzuru looks over at me calmly and gives me a warm smile that I could look at all day.

"Yuzuru, why are you sad?" I say bluntly. Yuzuru doesn't seem phased. "I am not sad" "You are. Why are you sad?" They look at me a bit angry. They looked away, obviously saying they weren't going to answer me. They seem at ease with everything, but I have a feeling that's far from the truth. I wish I could have their comfort. Huh? Their sleeve is pulled up a bit. Don't tell me. Shit. They've cut themself, and recently too. They're the last person I would ever want to hurt themself.

Yuzuru noticed where I was looking. They lowered their head a bit as they pull their sleeve down. "Yuzuru, why would you do that?" I ask. They grunted as they covered their wrists. "I am a waste of a life." "No, you're not." "How would you know! You just met me." They exclaimed. They stared over the ledge at the view. Of course. We just happened to meet. That doesn't make me special to them. I am not a part of their life.

The world stopped. I can feel the air slowing down. A silence hit me. Their eyes looked inconsolable. It almost look as if they were going to start crying even though they look more angry than sad. Just then I heard the water bubbling up. Our view changed to look at the pot. They walked into the kitchen and put in the pack of ramen. Their movement seems slow and smooth. The way they walk and move their hands gives off such warmth. How can someone move as if they're floating? They're like an angelic ballerina.

Yuzuru finished up making the ramen and served it into two bowls. Walking over to the table, they placed both bowls next to each other. "Foods ready," they said in a dull tone. I sat down in the chair next to Yuzuru. "Thanks for the food!" I exclaimed. I started slurping some noodles until I noticed the whimpers coming from the kid next to me. I looked over to see tears streaming down their face.

They look angry as they cry, you can tell by their heavy breathing that sounds as if they just ran a mile. Their silky cheeks are bright red and I can feel them shaking. The quiver in their voice makes me want to cry too. My eyes met theirs. Their beautiful blue eyes sparkled. Their eyes make me feel at ease, even if they're crying. "Yuzu-" "I'm fine." They wiped their tears quickly and tried to get it together. They changed their breathing pattern to be steady and carried on as if nothing happened.

My leg started bouncing up and down. I feel shaky. This is my fault. I shouldn't have spoken about their cuts. But at the same time, I want to help. Was it something I said? I can't even do anything to help. What use am I? Am I that bad of a friend? Wait, who said I was their friend. There's no way they could consider me a friend, no one does. I shouldn't assume that we're friends. I don't want to get my hopes up. Although, I do wish I could be close to someone like Yuzuru. Having someone like that in my life would be a dream. Suddenly, I hear a door open. "I'm home!" I hear in a woman's voice.

It must be Yuzuru's mother that I saw the other day on the bridge. "Mom? You're back early." Yuzuru says sternly. Their mom walks into the room angrily. "Yuzuru! Who is this in my house?!" She shouts. She is really scary not gonna lie. But she is really pretty. "Answer me! Who is that?!" "My friend." There was a long pause. I could see the disgust in their mom's eyes. "You are such a disgrace." She says rudely. "You should be studying! Make this kid leave right now. You don't know what they're like!" I feel a hand grasping my wrist.

Yuzuru starts pulling me towards the exit. "You have to leave. I'm sorry." They say bluntly. "O-Okay," I stutter. They moved closer to me and came up to my ear. "Same time tomorrow," they whispered with a smirk. It sent a shiver down my spine hearing them so close to me. I quickly put my shoes on and left. My heart is racing. Did I hear them correctly? Did they call me their friend? So, we're friends?