𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐? [Jirou x Reader]

❥𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔

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"I'm here for you. I'll always be here, by your side."

Those were the reassuring words she whispered as she held my broken pieces. Those were the words that gave me the most comforting yet iniquitous feeling.

I knew I'd break her sooner or later. That's what I do. I break people, just like I broke myself.

She will feel betrayed, I can't even imagine all the damage I'll cause her. And it'll be all my fault, as always.

She'll surely hate me. All the good memories we made will fade into this same white color.

The same excruciatingly numb, sore and agonizing color of the snow that surrounds us.

She might be thinking the snow is romantic and is making this moment magical and unforgettable. But she doesn't know; she doesn't know all of this will became regretful and depressing.

She doesn't need to know. Let's keep it this way, for now.

After a good long while Jirou speaks again. "Hey, um... you know that if you want to talk about anything I'll listen. I feel like I keep depending on you and holding onto you, I think you should do the same to me every once in a while. It really helps."

I smile at her and simply say "Well, it's really nothing much, I don't want to bore you too much."

"Nothing you tell me could ever be boring." She said.

"Good to know. But really, let's forget about the past, life is moving forward and we should too."

"Okay." She says as she helps me up, only for me to trip and almost return scattered on the floor, like the inhuman piece of garbage that I feel like.

"Azrail, you're so drunk. Let's get you to your dorm before something bad happens." She says in such a comforting manner.

And slowly and sloppily we make our way to my dorm.

She changes my clothes as lightly sing a few song lyrics. And, suddenly, I stop.

I passed out with a smile on my face and dried tears on my cheeks.

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A few more weeks passed and Jirou started to seam less and less like herself.

She started acting lazy when it came to things she used to be passionate about, like her music or her desire to become a hero. She started eating less and going to bed later as her grades got lower.

She never seamed to be present and her bedroom became messy, she rarely got out of bed when we didn't have classes and, whenever we had classes, she'd fall asleep during them.

I tried reaching out to her, but every time I asked if she was alright she would have the same numb look on her eyes, her lips curled into a soft and meaningless smile as she used the same monotone, reserved and hushed voice to say "I'm fine." and brush it off, sometimes even with a painfully empty laugh.

She distanced herself from me and the group.

While in a class, I put some thought into this and I can't lose someone like this again. I can't go through this again.
But it may be too late already.

I took another weekend off school and spoke to the LOV.

They couldn't help me. All they did was give me a comforting smile, a look that resembled pity, or a shoulder to lean on.

I'm back in UA now and I'm scared of what I find when I get to Jirou's dorm.

I slowly make my way down the corridor that leads to her dorm. I push the door open and I'm greeted with a painful view, once again.

I see her laying on the floor, in front of her closed window. She's holding a drum stick in her left fist as she looks at the ceiling, with nothing on her mind and without a care for who walks into the room.

I make my way to her side and take a seat next to her numb, breathing self. She finally looks away from the ceiling to look at me.

I can see the blandness in her bored eyes.
I trail my gaze down her face and stop at her lips. There is a noticeable, yet failed attempt of a smile on her lips and I try returning it.

"Jirou, what would you say about going on a date?" She gives me a weird look, which's meaning I couldn't point out, so I do my best to explain my previous statement "You know, just me and you doing something we both enjoy."

Her smile is back "Maybe we should try that, sounds like fun. When?"

I think for a moment "Today."

"Oh, I have to get ready then. Would you like to help me?"

"Sure." I say and help her off the floor.

𝘼𝙣 𝙄𝙜
Jirou - What kind of date?
In a Hange from slap on titan evil demon voice, you say - тнє ƒυη кιηԃ.