Mha • One Shots/Lemons

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢... 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 《Shinso》

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• Drugs
• Loss of family
• Light cursing
•Murder

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The creak of a door spilled through the main room, though none woke. You took off towards the exit of the dorms; it was raining again. It had been for the past week, and as you run outside with a hoodie on, you swore the things you door him are absurd.

Knock knock

"Finally. Get in."

You push past a body as you step inside the building, the familiar scent welcoming you.

All student dorms looked the same for each class, besides individual decorating, so it was no surprise when you side stepped at the right moment to avoid a table.

"This would've never happened if you didn't call so fucking late, Shinso."

"Yeah, yeah. You didn't have to come though, so its technically your fault."

"Shut up, don't play the victim."

You smiled softly as a chuckle coated the air, all worries slowly dissipating as you climbed one stair after another. You squeezed the black hoodie hanging off you, slipping the heavy material off as you reached his bedroom and grabbed for one of his.

It still smelled like him, besides the lingering sent of laundry detergent. Anyone would've thought it smelled like you, for all the times you had worn it, yet the strong vinilla of the boy next to you always seemed to stay.

Mango surrounded you, a light trail and blow following it as you leaned on the bed.

"Pass me one."
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"Sure."

One inhale and you instantly felt lighter, calmer. You watched the smoke float out of your mouth, drifting into the air in intense patterns before vanishing.

God, you wished you would too.

"I'm sick of doing this. What's the point? All this work just for it to end tomorrow."

"Then give up."

You eyed the boy as another pool of smoke escaped your mouth.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I think I finally love someone."

You sighed, falling back on the bed in a numb thud, you never felt anything anymore. It hurt... then it didn't.

"That's even more of a reason to give up. You're going to get hurt again and when you do you'll regret it with all you are."

A smiled passed your lips, a faded harmony, now out of tune, rang through your head; a far off song teaching you the ways of regret. Who sung that again?

"If that happens... you think I'll feel something?"

You trailed your eyes over, watching the cloud form rings on the way out his lips.

"I hope not."

"Yeah. Maybe I'll finally see her again though."

"Your brother?"

"Yeah."

The tears rolled hot down your cheek. A bittersweet memory of the time the Leagud of Villians made you stab him. You had seen your idols... and they made you do something so cruel.

They were villians.

And now.

So were you.