𝐖𝐇𝐘? ━━ 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗜𝗧 | ✓

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❝ SO YOU SAT AND STARED AT MY LIPS, AND I COULD ALREADY FEEL YOUR KISS ! ❞

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IT HAD ALREADY been a month since we first met and I was starting to think you were getting bored of me. Or perhaps it was just me overthinking things again.

Instead of the usual silent walk together to go to cram school or dragging me to a convenience store, you took me to an abandoned school somewhere. I couldn't exactly remember where since I kept falling asleep along the ride.

I've been staying up lately to finish my tasks I've fallen behind on just to keep you company— I didn't want father to find out about any of this so I pretended to be lazy instead.

You drove the car to where we were— I was surprised you know how to, but was even more surprised to learn that the car itself belongs to you, seeing as we're the same age and clearly both minors.

At first, I thought you brought me here just for exploring and things like that, but you took my wrist— you have a habit of doing that and I got used to it— and led me to a specific classroom.

Without so much as a warning, you made me kneel in front of a locker and pointed at it. "Open it." You told me, and I did so.

Inside of it was an old, dusty picture of a young kid wearing a dark suit, not a single smile shown, not even from the adults behind the child. As I look closely, the child in the picture had the same noticeable features you had.

And it clicked. It was you in the picture.

But why on earth would you show me this? Was this important to you? But why show it in such a cryptic way?

"Keep it."

Until now, I am still confused as to why you told me to do that, but I still kept it. Although I was filled with unanswered questions, I chose to set those aside and do the things you told me to.

Before I could even speak up, I was pulled to another room, only this time it was filled with shelves and glass cabinets holding dozens of trophies and medals— no, it probably reached hundreds— and all of them shimmered against the flashlight you shone at them.

You had let go of my wrist, perhaps giving me permission to look at all of them closely. Stepping closer to the nearest shelf, it took me a moment to read what was written on the little golden plaque underneath the largest trophy.

[Name] Yashida

It was you, without a doubt, but the rest of the sentence was in Japanese so I couldn't read it. I moved to another trophy and it still had your name on it. Then another. And another. And another. Until I reached the medals that still all belonged to you.

"Do the things you love." You spoke from behind me, yet your eyes remained on the large portrait of you holding some type of award in your hands at the other side of the room.

I had nearly failed to notice it because of the lack in lighting, even the flashlight you had wasn't enough to illuminate everything.

Before I could even register what you've said to me in my mind, you were already dragging me outside the school, pushing me inside your car and forcing me to duck. Soon enough, a bunch of dogs have appeared from behind the school, men in what seemed to be security guard uniforms followed after them.

Thankfully, the car was a bit far away from the school itself, we didn't have to worry about getting caught all that much— well, I don't. You don't seem to care if you got caught, seeing as you were even looking at the guards with a neutral face.

And that— that's part of the things I like about you. And yes, I've admitted to myself not so long since the event at your school that I had this little crush on you.

You were bolder than any person I've met, facing scenarios without thinking of much repercussions by the end of it. I don't even think anyone could match how unpredictably terrifying you are— unpredictable at some degree, I could say.

In my eyes, you could face Satan with the same blank expression you have and he'll be the one intimidated. And that was a bad thing on my part.

You could look me in the eyes as I sob in front of you, begging at your feet, or clinging onto you with my life— and I wouldn't know if you'd tell me to stand up and stop crying or leave me on my own.

Just the thought of that scared me.

Why did you still keep me by your side? I know I'm disposable to you, I know you wouldn't hesitate to drop me. But I still wonder why it took you so long to do it.

Until this very day, I still don't know why it took you two years.

Two years to crush my heart with your bruised hands and swallow it whole, to tear my soul as I watched you do it without any mercy.

I just wish I wasn't filled with so many 'why?'s.