𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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"Y/N-chan, she broke up with me."
Numb from the chilly midnight temperature, your exposed legs fettered to a halt before the taller male. As much as you wished you could empathise with the crestfallen pout on his face, the voice in the depths of your head erupted into a victorious cheer.
Why were you happy about this? Well, you didn't want to admit the answer to yourself.
"Is that the reason why you called me out here at—" You glanced at the glowing numbers printed across the screen of your phone, "11 at night? You know we have school tomorrow."
"But I'm heartbroken!" He whined, kicking a stray pebble.
"Did she tell you why?"
"No. All she said was that my heart was elsewhere."
"She was probably referring to volleyball." You sighed, patting his arm in a superficial attempt to comfort him, "To be honest, that's understandable. You have been very busy recently because of Inter-High."
"And yet we still lost! I hate Ushiwaka."
"You still have the Spring Tournament."
"Y/N-chan, you're not very good at soothing a broken heart."
"What do you want me to say? That you'll find someone better?"
