Torn apart | S. Manjirou

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I still wanted to talk to him, even more now. Why does he want my company? Did he know about this all from the start?

Is it the reason why he even started dating me? So he can snatch the company?

The worst questions filled up my mind again, i just couldn't stop overthinking.

While i was deep in my own thoughts, Manjirou already left the cafe. Shit, i gotta find him again.

"I lost sight of him," I said out loud, not caring about anyone hearing it. Who would even care? It's not like Manjirou will appear behind my back by magic after hearing this statement.

Then someone chuckled behind my back, "Lost sight of who?"

Of course i recognized that voice. No matter how many days will pass, i'll never forget this specific tone. Being paralyzed by a sudden "call out", i stood there, hoping for the best. The person slowly and surely was going towards me, their footsteps becoming louder, as they were shortening the distance between us.

"Didn't think i'd find you this fast, amour~," They emphasized each word and hugged me from behind, their hot breath tickling my neck.

"Are you not even gonna greet me?" The person turned me to face them. The only thing i wanted to know is how on earth did they come to Paris as well. Is it some fan meet and greet im missing? Where do they keep coming from?

"Hanma Shuji." I chanted, squinting my eyes at him and grabbing by his collar. "The fuck are you doing here, you scumbag?"

He dramatically gasped and fake pouted, "Are you not happy to see me?" Then the tattooed boy quickly checked the surroundings, as if looking for someone. I tilted my head, observing around as well. That's when i finally caught the sight of the targeted blondie. But with a girl by his side.

They were peacefully walking around, shopping in some street stalls, obviously enjoying their life. I tightened the grip on Hanma's jacket, drawing his attention to me. "What's wrong?" He asked, slightly being worried. His sudden voice change made me look at him, i was trying to figure out whether he was sincere or a really good actor. His face softened, once i looked at him, analyzing his features. But the next second he came back to his senses and winked at me, on which i just clicked a tongue, making the guy chuckle.

"Did you finally see him?" Shuji added, fixing my messy hair. "He called me not so long ago, threatening to kill me, if i ever dated you after our..."

My eyes slightly widened. Did he do that after i joked about Hanma being my boyfriend? If that's the case, why did he get so defensive? If he does care about me, why is he walking around with her and ... not me?

Suddenly, Hanma pinned me against the wall and leaned really close, putting his hand on my cheek. I was shocked by such a plot twist, so at first i didn't and couldn't process anything. Is he gonna kiss me? But our lips never met. He wasn't even looking at me, which made me puzzled.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, still looking at everything but me, putting his hand away.

"You're... sorry?" I repeated his words, checking if i was hearing things or not. No no no, he didn't say it, it's just my stupid imagination, the last time we were this close, he was never sorry for anything.

He just silently nodded and slid down the wall, grabbing his head and lighting up a cigarette. I just chuckled at the whole scene. He looks so vulnerable right now. Just like i did when you almost used me, Shuji.

"Pathetic." I maliciously noted, slapping the cigarette away. "You look so fucking pathetic right now, Hanma." I expected him to stand up, punch me, kidnap, kill and throw my body in the ditch, but none of it happened. He just sighed and looked at me with eyes ... full of pain? Regret? Hatred? Love?