Yotasuke Takahashi x Reader "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧."

- Chapter 3 "The incident."

June 10, 2021, 2:07 PM

Time flies by as i look and scrolled through the list of people who passed. It has been a week since the first exam of Gedai and i'm near to shitting my pants.

As i scroll through and look at each number and name listed any second i can feel my heart trembling. I was so confident with this but it leads me to no choice to re-evaluate my performance. Did i really do well? If i failed what would the people around me think of me? What about my parents? Am i meant to do this as a career?

Fuck...it's all ringing in my ears. I couldn't focus on my laptop. I needed to take a break and decided that i'll check later.

I can't keep myself together.

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"Ah?.."

"Y-yotasuke... He passed." I said as i once again glanced at the people who passed.

"Of course, he'd pass.."

I already knew it, why can't i feel the same way about myself?

Why do i feel as if...

"Jealousy? This...this again?...god damnit, i've already went through that fuck up situation." I looked down clenching my fist as the rays of light come out of my laptop hitting my infuriated & stressed face.

Flashbacks soon appeared that i've always tried and kept hidden in the back of my mind...

Flashbacks.

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[ Y/n is in junior highschool art contest, she has been looking forward for this for a long time but... ]

"...why"
".....why did i-"

"- I lost..."

Words barely escaped my mouth as i tremble with disgrace and disappointment in myself.

I practiced and practiced. I wanted to win. To earn that medal and praise. I wanted to beat someone... To beat him. (???)

"..."
"y/n-?" (???)

I look back to see a familiar boy. god knows how i wanted him gone.

He (???) slowly stepped forward as i compose myself.

"What? Can't you see that i don't want to see you?"

"Y/n..." (???)

"..."

"d-didn't you say you wanted to do this together-?" (???)

"Together?" I said as i slightly tilt my head.

"are you fucking kidding me...?"

My words echoed throughout the silent halls. Words piercing like a knife. I looked at him angrily lifting his collar.

"You think i can just be besides you and not look like a pathetic loser? Are you blind...? Do you know how they look at you but how they look at me..."

"..." He (???) only listened, a bit scared as to what y/n would say next.

"...they looked as if, as if i'm a side character." I said with a low tone of voice, instead of tears anger came out of me. I took it all against him. Clearly frustrated.

I've always been the perfect daughter, student and classmate. People expect from me. And i meet that expectation perfectly.

If i had just won this stupid contest then...

My mom would praise me.
My dad would be proud of me.
My Teachers would come and give me compliments.
My classmates would gather and congratulate me.

I'd be the perfect person that i've always wanted to be.

But then you came...

"You perfect little prodigy... Flaunting your skillful art as if you're born to be flawless."

"B-but aren't we friends-" (???)

...it's true, ever since he transferred here in our school i've always been interested in him, i be-friended him. I couldn't say that i didn't like it, but...

"If you-"

"...hm?" (???)

"If you were on my way, i'll never...ever consider you as a friend."

"...why..?" (???) He tried to not not let it look as if he wasn't effected by those words but he failed.

I clenched his collar even more as i got angrier. I looked at him with dead eyes to get my point across.

"Can't you see?... I'm jealous."

I couldn't help it anymore, i released him and soon tears started dripping down my eyes and onto my cheeks. I felt my heart sink of frustration and jealousy. All of this is not even his fault, but the frustration and pressure that i was experiencing was unbearable.

"I've always wanted to be you. Why can't i be like you?..."

"Why can't i draw better than everyone else?!" I shouted.

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End of flashbacks.

Ugh...perfect timing, as soon as i'm in a mess of a state that shitty feeling keeps going at my door like a lost loyal puppy. I can't even remember that much from junior high-school but why do i keep clinging onto that specific scenario?

I hate this feeling.

Should i just look at the list?

I can't be disappointed again.

I can't loose again...

You then tried to compose yourself and this time it was successful, you looked at your waiting laptop and scrolled through the list. Scrolled & scrolled and then there it is.

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"...L/n Y/n No.34"

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A little back story, y/n's a mess huh? Stay tuned as to who this (???) Person really is. Find it out on the next few chapters that will be released as soon as i get back my free time.