Scars || T. Oikawa Spin-off

13| Apart

Ayame POV:

   The view of my neighbor's backyard may be disgusting, but it's nostalgic. I still remember the time in middle school where their kid had a party, and they lit a bunch of candles and buried a mannequin. It was crazy. A few minutes later and the porch was on fire. Ah, memories. 

   I sigh, lying back on my bed, wrapped up in a rainbow comforter, looking at myself in the mirror. 

   I'm two days into summer break, and I already feel like shit. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my beautiful Auntie, but she's always at work, and I'm stuck here all alone. I'm surprised Akira hasn't gotten tired of his family and come to visit. 

   Then there's Mia. When she got the news that she had to go home, she seemed super panicked, and I can't help but worry. Even Akira doesn't get like that when he has to go home. I really hope that she's okay. I would call her, but she blocked me a long time ago: The big meanie.

   I grumble, hopping out of bed, looking at myself one more time before leaving. The floors creak as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grab myself some chocolate pokies while sitting on the counter. 

   As I'm snacking, I hear a knocking at the front door. Excitement fills me when I recognize the pattern. 

   I drop my box of pokies on the counter and rush to the entrance, the old floors screaming under each one of my steps. 

   "Akira!!! I missed you bitch!" I exclaim, swinging the door open, revealing my black-haired, yellow-eyed best friend in the whole wide world. 

   His long hair is up in a bun, perfectly done eyeliner, complementing his yellow orbs. He's wearing a ripped-up black t-shirt with black skinny jeans and combat boots. His long acrylic nails are shoved in his pockets. 

   He looks at me with a devilish smirk, "Ah, dear Aya, I've been waiting out here forever. How come it took you so long to answer the door," he complains, pushing past me and entering my house, "You should turn the lights on. It's so dark in here," he states, flipping on all the light switches. 

   "YOU WERE LITTERLLIY OUT HERE FOR FIVE SECONDS!! SHUT UP! AND I LIKE THE DARK THANK YOU VERY MUCH," I yell, slamming the door shut. Sometimes I forget why I'm friends with this guy. He's always so mean to me. 

   After Akira's finished turning on all the lights in my living room, he proceeds to take a seat on my old couch. Normally he'd complain about how dirty and gross it is or about how noticeable the coffee stains are, but not today. He only sits in silence, a glint of sadness in his eyes. Akira's always been terrible when it comes to showing his emotions. He pushes his feelings down until he inevitably breaks. 

   I take a seat next to him, and he immediately moves so he's behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and shoving his face in the crook of my neck; another thing he does when he's upset. 

   I pat his arm, asking, "What'd they do this time?" 

   He proceeds to tell me how his older brother forced him to sleep outside for the past two days and how his parents allowed it. They all called him disgusting names. 

   As he tells me everything, rage pulses through me. And once he's done, I shoot up, "Alright, where'd I put my baseball bat!" I shout, walking towards my room. I'm about to beat some bitches.  

   Akira chuckles, pulling me back down into a hug, "It's alright, Aya. You don't have to do anything. Let's just stay like this, and you can tell me what's bothering you," he says with a small smile. Akira can actually be really kind when we're alone together.