strawberries | sanzu × reader

Chapter One

The next day I went to class with my eyes swollen—from all the drama and crying that happened last night, I would have preferred staying at home but I knew my mom would kill me if I did. No matter how edge my life could get I needed to attend every single of these cram classes, needed to do a lot of readings every weekend if possible I wouldn't sleep either, just so I could fill my mind all the goddamn relevant informations I needed for the upcoming bar exam.

God, taking this path sure suck. Not that this was always what I wanted—my parents and relatives were the ones who shoved this upon me. They were great and all, but all they ever did was to degrade me every now and then.

"Sorry about last night yn," Senju spoke from behind me, I shot her a look through the mirror.

"Nuh-uh, told you that was not your fault," I assured her as I went on putting mascara. If taking law as my career path would going to stressed out the hell of me, then I needed to at least be presentable in a way I wanted to—forget about how I messed up with our recital this morning hand me my lipstick and mascara, yeah that was my daily comfort.

The morning private classes were done for the day and I went here in the bathroom as soon as we got dismissed, I had been itching to put some make up on my face since this morning but I was running late, and things were getting on my way the whole day.

"We never want to have a fight with Sanzu's gang," She glanced up at the ceiling, leaning her back against the cubicle door, I closed the container of my mascara. The mere mention of his name was souring my mood, he actually did show up at my place last night with flowers—much to my dismay, they were black roses. He probably lost his mind.

Silence was all I could give to Senju, I had no idea what was going on between her and Sanzu—were they ex-lovers or something? That couldn't be possible, this girl here would always tell me everything about her life, there was no way she would be sneaky with a guy behind my back—and thinking about that made my throat dry, where in the earth I got the nerves to hold such a belief when I myself was the one who dated that asshole, without even telling it to Senju. Right, I probably mastered the art of hypocrisy after years of attending the hell of law school.

"Takeomi and I want to understand him, we have always been trying to," Senju's gaze fell at the floor, I crumbled inside. Seeing her this vulnerable merely because of Sanzu, made me confused and feel bad for her.

Senju never showed any vulnerabilty, she was always tough and could stand on her own without relying to anyone. I knew her for a long time now, we never particularly talk about her gang and all the stuff that was going on with it, but She never got this stressed over the rivalry. I mean, they figured things out to deal with the conflicts.

But, with the group from last night. It felt like, Senju and Takeomi were getting hold back by something, that they couldn't put up any fight. Just who the heck was this Sanzu? I had no idea either.

We just fucked, I fell stupidly hard, failed the bar exam and the next thing I knew he wasn't beside me anymore—he disappeared on me the day I needed him the most. Thinking about it now, I could say that I never really actually knew anything about him, not even his name, nor how his face looked like, not until last night.

No. We didn't fuck with his stupid mask on his face. Sanzu was always the weird type—for me that was the case, we never had sex with the lights on nor without any blindfold around my eyes, since that was what he wanted and because I was pure dumb and idiot—I agreed and found it stupidly romantic.

And, god knows how I could not get enough of it, no matter how hard I shoved the reality—I knew, deep inside me, I wanted to stare at his face closely, without the stupid black mask that he used to wear before like last night. For the first time, I had seen his face, raw and closely. Sanzu looked good among the gods, I could defend him for that fact.