Torn apart | S. Manjirou

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"Y/n, youre doing this absolutely wrong!" Grandpa Sano screamed at me, sending shivers down my spine. On today's lesson we were supposed to be learning new moves and practicing them, and honestly, i sucked at it, so the old man kept screaming at me. Please shut up, i'm gonna cry.

"We have been training for so long and you still can't do it? What a waste of time!" He grunted, tilting his head. His words hit me hard home, at this point I was holding back tears. If he says one more word, i won't be able to hold them back. "Y/n, you aren't putting effort at all!"

That was it. I didn't notice how tears started flowing down my face. I looked away to hide them, shaking my head in annoyance. I hate crying, especially when i'm not alone, it makes me feel really weak.

"Y/n, look at me while i'm talking to y-"

"Gramps, that's enough already!" The familiar voice interrupted the old man. I turned to the direction,where the voice was coming from, and spotted Mikey. I awkwardly smiled to myself, thanking god that at least Mikey coking will save me from this devil.

"Manjirou, don't get on my nerves!" The old geezer replied to him, clenching his fists.

"I will handle this. You can go rest, you seem tired, don't take it out on her!" He rolled his eyes, pointing at the door. Grandpa mumbled something under his breath and left the room. I quickly wiped away the tears and sat on the floor, hugging my knees. "I look so pathetic right now." I murmured, hysterically laughing to myself, as I felt ashamed of my own emotions.

"Y/n." Mikey suddenly called out.

I turned my face to him, trying my best to read the
expression he had on his fac, but couldn't spot anything. He just silently sat beside me, making the atmosphere get really awkward. To make things worse no one really seemed to break the silence.

"Don't take it to heart, he just sprained his ankle..." He said, trying to cheer me up.

"Makes sense. But why would you feel bad for me? Or try to cheer me up? Why are you... being nice, i guess?" I looked at him, observing his soft hair.

He seemed to think about it. "I w-wasn't being nice. Forget about it." He looked away, rubbing his head.

"Mikey, can you please help me with the training?"I politely asked out of nowhere. After all, he was the best student, as his grandpa said.

He nodded and stood up, i did the same. First, he explained to me the basics of the moves and the difficulty behind them. Then, he helped me get into the correct stance and showed how to do them. I still sucked at it, so he helped me with stretching. After that i finally made progress.

He clasped his hands. "Y/n, you finally did it! Good job!"

I chuckled at his statement, but then immediately made a serious face. This situation was stressing me out, this boy has more swings of mood then I do on my period. "Mikey, we need to talk."

He looked at me confused. "About what?"

I sighed. "About us." My hand flew to my mouth, as i realized how it sounded. "I-I mean our relationship in general! Shit." I closed my eyes, mentally punching the helm out of my embarrassing ass.

He nodded. "What about it?"

Is he playing dumb? Ain't that obvious? Or does he want me to say it myself to humble himself, i don't know. You can expect anything from this boy.

"You know what i'm talking about." I silenced for a second. "Do you hate me?"

"Same goes to you. Do you?" He asked.