This chapter might have some smut and ridiculous content but hey , it's all about fictional fun :D
Mitsuya - 22 Yn-22
It's TMG 2nd era :>
This time I wanna try writing in the other side hshvsje
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"Do you stand in the rain to cry or just for fun?"
"Says the man who's sitting on a damn swing at midnight when it's raining"
The tousled haired man chuckled , his cigarette soaked in the droplets but still going on. Yn sat beside him , letting herself play on the swing. It was same everyday , the circle continued every week of surviving from work and paying her college fees.
Not once certain blondes has passed by her sight since that unfortunate encounters. Yn was still pent up with her own regrets , she just needed someone to talk to , someone to cry onto as she pours out to her heart's content. She does visit their graves every Sunday out of respect, sometimes she catches mitsuya there too.
"You're still the same , yn"
"How so? For you..."
Yn eyed him from the corner of her eyes , a bitter chuckle leaving his thin cracked lips. She never knew someone who radiated calm energy like him could turn out like this. It always happens to the best of us.
"You look handsome for someone that's..."
"Emo?"
"Your words , bro not mine"
Yn kicked the ground ,the dirt covering her shoes. Mitsuya caught a glimpse of ( CAUSE SOMETIMES WHEN I LOOK IN HER - PUSI TAI - PUSI CLEAN - PUSI FRESH- PUSI FAI FULLA FRESH-) yn's face , her smile was gone and there was an expression ...more to regret and as if she's searching for something. She doesn't know how much he loved her...how badly mitsuya wanted to confess to her- bring her out on dates , hug her , kiss her sweet lips , let his hands get tangled in her locks as yn laid with him.
