heartache | t. muichiro ✓

sugarcoating

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"her voice was similar to that of honey; each sweet lie trickling from her lips like nectar."

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Tick.

Tick.

You stared at the same problem you had already reread thrice.

Muichiro had left you in the living room, scoffing under his breath as he pulled out a lighter.

"We'll never smoke! Promise?"

"Promise!"

A sigh passed your lips as you let your head fall to the table, your pencil held loosely in your hand. "Fuck..." You whispered.

You began flipping the pages of your notes open, remaining in the same position for as long as you could before looking up and rereading the steps.

Factoring. Right. Didn't I learn that, like, three years ago? You bit your lip as you let out another dramatic sigh.

Your pencil made small scratching noises against the paper. Muichiro walked in with a cigarette between his teeth as he fumbled with the box. That sinking feeling you felt before had come back.

"Smoking? Seriously?" You rolled your eyes. "What a waste of money."

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want with my money." Muichiro spat. "What would you know about money anyway? You spend it all on makeup, and you can't even do basic math."

"Shut the fuck up and let me work, you dumb whore." You retorted. "Pass me the damn overpriced calculator."

He blew another puff of smoke before passing it to you. "Dumb whore? That's new. You should know all about that, with how you're slutting yourself out to your shitty boyfriend."

"Don't talk about Jiro that way." You frowned. "He's just... forward."

"Just let me..."

"Mr. Iguro is expecting us to come back, Jiro."

"And? It'll be quick."

"N-No..."

A brief shiver ran down your spine at the thought as you fiddled with the buttons. Window button... right?

"I'm just saying." Muichiro shrugged, a breathy chuckle passing his lips as he held the rolled paper between his two fingers.. "Everyone knows he's forcing you to do stuff. And everyone also thinks you're going through with it."

"Just shut up!" You yelled, standing up and tossing the calculator to the floor. "I didn't do anything with him! Just because he's a little forward doesn't mean I'm fucking him already! Shithead!"

"Just a quickie, please?"

"No. I've told you that I don't want to do that with you."

"You prude."

It's like you couldn't get a break. From being slut-shamed to being called uptight, you felt the water practically up to your lungs.