heartache | t. muichiro ✓

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"despite the horrific cacophony of voices and calls, she could only hear his pained screams."

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It couldn't be real.

It just couldn't.

You'd apologize to him and beg for forgiveness. Yeah. Muichiro was just trying to get in your head. That's all.

Muichiro hates you. Why would he comfort you like that anyway? That's so stupid.

That's what you told yourself as you heard your phone ring out. No response from either.

"Haha~! Hi, this is Sayaka! I'm doing something right now, probably, so just leave a message at the beep!"

"You've reached my voicemail. Leave a message at the tone, or don't, I don't care. Bye."

You flopped onto your bed, looking into your mirror and seeing the trails of mascara on your face. Another loud sob escaped you as you grabbed a pillow and hugged it close to you.

A soft knock at your door had you looking up and scowling. "What the hell do you want?!"

Your mom stood faintly at the door, her voice meek and small as your eyes flickered to the several bruises on her body. "A-Are you alright, N/N?"

"Leave me alone! I don't need you!" You cried out, sobbing into your pillow some more.

She quietly moved towards your bed, loads of experience after dealing with your father, and sat down next to you. "You can talk to me. Please."

Your sobs stopped. You sniffled when you looked up at her, clearly remorseful, and you let shame fill you as you crawled closer to her.

You hated the idea of turning to her for help. How could she help you when she wasn't even nearly emotionally available after putting up with all that abuse? But still, your sniffles continued as your mother gratefully embraced you and rubbed small circles on your back.

You told her nothing, of course.

Rather you just cried.

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Sixty-eight percent.

At least one thing changed. Now you had to hang around your boyfriend and your friend knowing that they're both liars and cheating.

You had begged Jiro for forgiveness, and he reluctantly accepted your apology on the promise that you'd let him eventually. You nodded wordlessly.

But Muichiro just kept looking at you as if you were pathetic; a pushover. What does he know?!

Ume lit up at your test results and waved them around. "Oh shit, Y/N! You're actually doing good in this class!"

"T-That's barely a pass, thank you very much!" You snatched the paper from her and stashed it in your bag. "I just guessed..."

Her ocean blue eyes gave you a once-over before she snickered. "Or... it's because you have your soulmate tutoring you~!"