𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐑 | 𝐊. 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈✓

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟏. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

I don't love you anymore...

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"What?" My voice is barely a whisper. I can't even tell if it actually left my mouth or not because of how quiet it was. I stare into Aizawa's dark eyes as the environment around us darkens into nothingness, leaving me and him all alone.

"I'm sick of waiting, (Y/N)." Aizawa rubs his lifeless eyes, his pupils dilating. They continued to dilate until both of his eyes were bathed in black. "How much longer do I need to wait for you to make up your mind?" His features begin to sink into themselves, melting into one fleshy pool. "Don't you love me?" His voice was an octave that shouldn't even be humanly possible to register, deep and raspy as it grated my ears.

"I do- urk!" I choke, the word getting stuck, itching the back of my throat. It felt as if something were really stuck there, tickling me relentlessly as my skin was covered in goosebumps. I heckled and coughed until I almost vomited. I bend over, coughing, expecting to vomit, when instead, razor sharp feathers escape my mouth stained in my own blood.

My eyes water as I struggle to breathe, clawing at my neck as I look for someone, anyone to help me. Along with my own grasp, another set of hands wrap around my neck, raising me into the air as my feet swing helplessly. My eyes squeezed shut, I didn't want to glare into those golden eyes. That touch was familiar enough.

Keigo...please let me go.

"Sho!" I jolted up, the comforter along with my sweat clinging to my bare body. Shota jumps up as well, gripping my body with his hand, getting ready to guard me from whatever was plaguing my mind.

I heave, my breaths sounding raspy as I try to catch them. Shota lets out a sigh of relief, his eyes scanning my body. "Are you okay?" He asks, but I was so far gone in my mind that I couldn't answer, afraid that something, those damn red feathers, would sprout from my mouth.

Shota grabs my chin, bringing my attention to him. His skin looked pearly in the dim light, his hair tied up out of his face. He wore an anxious look as he spoke again, his voice still carrying a bit of sleep.

"Are you okay?"

I blink once, the unknown tension in my eyebrows subsiding. "Yeah." I reply curtly, and Shota raises a brow, doubting my answer.

"No, no really..." I reassure him as he wipes a bit of sweat off the bridge of my nose. "I am. It was just another...nightmare." My voice trails off at the end. Shota gives a knowing sigh, falling back into the pillows. I follow, laying my head on his bare chest. His heart beat hammered a bit, as it often did whenever we were in close proximity. It was so cute, and often lulled me to sleep at night.

"They've been getting a lot worse lately." He huffs, running his hand through my bonnet, making swirling patterns where my tangled braids resided under the fabric.

"My therapist says it may be my guilty conscience coming forward, because I never really closed that door." I say, and Shota hums at the knowledge. Then he chuckles.

"So you two never really broke up?"

I ponder at Shota's words, trying to think back. "Yeah we di- wait, no...it's been almost a year, I don't remember." I chuckle, tracing the curves of his pecs. He gives a fake, exaggerated gasp.

"So, what? I'm a homewrecker? And my presumed girlfriend is a cheater?" His face contorts into a convincing, shocked expression, and I can't help but laugh. He leans down, giving my cheek a wet raspberry, his stubble tickling the places it touched. He moves away, pausing as I see a few thoughts rattle his brain.