"I love you Mikey, only you, nobody else"
~Y/n
Y/n is not just an average high schooler; she's Mikey's heart and soul and is known as the Deity of Tokyo. As she continues to live her life out, as normally as possible, Y/n finds herself falling for a...
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December 22nd, 2020
Three days before Christmas
Y/n POV:
Pain from the past never really truly leaves you, and today proved it. After crashing Toman's admin meeting and leaving without uttering a word or giving anyone the chance to call me out, the look in Mikey's eyes said it all. The pain that he's feeling was clear as day. The way he tried to hold back his tears as he stared at me as I faced my back toward him, proved that the pain from the past will always stay with you, no matter how hard you try to erase it.
The moment I got home, I changed out of my Black Dragon uniform and called Wakasa over. After hanging up the call, I slowly made my way to the living room and snuggled up on the couch. Wrapping the soft fabric around my numb body, I decided to turn the T.V on, hoping it would distract my depressed mind. Lasting for five minutes, those thoughts came rushing in like a flood.
Tears began to fall as I just sat there, staring at the screen as the colors danced across my vision and the sound engulfed my ears. I was so in trance that I never notice Wakasa walking in from the cold. Realizing that he was in the same facility as me, I glanced over to the bored emo adult in front of me before looking back toward the T.V.
"Wanted to see if you just wanted to hang out wit me, since I don't have anyone to hang out with." Just hearing how hoarse my voice was, made me want to wince. Praying that he didn't notice, I quickly made eye contact with him. Seeming to be oblivious to how I sounded, Wakasa just shrugged his shoulder as he hung his jacket over a chair before sitting down. Once he was settled in, we both just stared at the screen in front of us. Some popular T.V show was on, causing us to be both engross in it.
As time past on, the feeling of despair dug deeper and deeper inside me, causing me to want to scream. Wrapping the blanket tighter against me, I buried my face into it, allowing the tears to naturally flow down my face as I muffled any whimpers that decide to escape my lips. If one whimper somehow magically escaped, Wakasa would be by my side in a second, asking bothersome questions that I will be in no mood to answer.
Finally gathering all my bearings, I decided that I needed to get out of this stuffy house. Untangling myself from the warmth of the blanket, I stood up and walked up to Wakasa. Unbothered by my appearance, Wakasa's eyes continued to watch the movement on the screen as I stood there, slightly pouting as I stared him down.
Clearing my throat, I decided to speak up. "Let's go do something." Looking up at me with his lilac eyes, his gaze invited me to continue.
Huffing, I blew any loose hair out of my face. "I need to get out of this stuffy house and do something to distract my depressed mind. If I stay here any longer, I'll go crazy and we both don't want that."
Wakasa just sat there for a minute, absorbing the words that escaped my lips and into his ears. Once he understood what I meant, his eyes darted back toward mine. Taking his sucker out of his mouth in such a laziness way ever, he crossed his leg over the other and draped both arms over the couch as he layed back. "What do you have planned?"
