Torn apart | S. Manjirou

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A/n 2025:
Hey so a few people said they found me through tiktok and ngl maybe that gives me the motivation to end the book.
at first it might seem cringe (im working on writing it out cuz i was a cringey ahh tokrev stan back then).
Quick remark: this story is a rollercoaster and gets a boost after chapt 32(timeskip). don't expect easy lovey dovey moments, as life is unfair. enjoy the book<3 editing the cringe out.

The rays of sun peeked through the window, signaling that the night was beyond than over. I rubbed my eyes, sensing that despite getting some sleep, it was still rather early. Turning to the side to check the phone, I froze: 7:03 am. My eyes twitched in slight annoyance, since the only peaceful moment of my morning was now ruined by someone daring to knock on the door - mind you, at 7 in the morning.

With a groan, I eventually got up from the bed, already missing the warmth of the blankets, as I slowly made my way towards the sound behind the door. The second I saw a person there, I was utterly stunned by their presence. Not just the person itself being there. I could almost admire how they managed their free will to make all the way to my apartment, when the sun barely even rose.

"Takemichi? What the hell? It's 7 in the fucking morning, why are you- Hey, what's with that sad expression?" I squinted, studying his face. Something seemed off, a bit too off, if you must. Given how down he looked for the past few days, this time he actually looked even worse.

Without saying a single word, he immediately burst out crying just at the sight of me. My eyes slightly widened in surprise, as being good at comforting people wasn't quite the trait I owned. An awkward a silence filled the air: him, still sobbing, like I was someone he hadn't seen in years, and me, blankly staring, feeling slightly uneasy by not knowing how to even cheer him up. A few seconds passed by, as he actually broke this tension, quietly mumbling through his breath, "So... it's really you, Y/n..."

That alone made me even more confused. Of course it's me. What's gotten into him?
I awkwardly laughed, ruffling my hair, a habit that would peek out, whenever things would get me slightly nervous.

"Well, no fucking shit! Who could that be other than me? Why are you crying, Takemichi?" I asked, a hint of worry creeping up in my tone, though I tried to appear calm.

He didn't reply, it didn't even seem like he contemplated the answer. Instead, Takemichi stretched out his hands, enveloping me in a tight hug, which caught me off guard. For as long as I've remembered him, our friendship: he had never gotten this touchy. In fact, he was loud of things - but never willingly embraced me this affectionately, as if I was Hinata.

"Woah, Takemichi.. Did you miss your best friend that mu-"

"I'm so glad you're ali- you're doing alright! Please stay safe!" He whispered with a slightly trembling voice, pulling away, as he disappeared out of my sight, leaving me there dumbfounded.

Something about his unspoken words sent shivers down my spine. But even so, it was still too early in the morning, as I didn't quite pay attention to them much, the nagging feeling being successfully ignored. Slowly, I reached the bed again, plopping on it with a tired sigh.

My mind wandered around the upcoming finals we had soon, annoyance flashing in my eyes at the slight reminder. It was almost like I couldn't even enjoy simple weekends, them being ruined by simplest things. Especially if I wake up too early - on purpose or not.

The more I laid on my bed, the more I could feel the lack of sleep kicking in, as my eyelids felt heavier by each second. I gave into the desire, closing my eyes, as the peaceful sleep awaited for me on the other end.
But ironically enough, another knock was heard, making my eyes open instantly. Could that be Takemichi again? Either way, I don't think I cared enough. But the thought of having to listen the knocks the next few minutes wasn't exactly pleasant either.