heartache | t. muichiro ✓

capricious

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"like a siren's call, he followed her as if she'd hypnotized him."

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The beating that day was worse.

Blood smeared on dark concrete and brick, but no matter how many times he was bashed and kicked, his eyes remained on you. As if he was begging for you to do something, anything.

Low-flying grey clouds overshadowed the white sky and projected a dark light into the alleyway, the chatter of other people in the town hushed and cautious. A cool breeze dried the blood on each of his wounds, dark red and brown painting his face as previous bruises seemed to have been refreshed.

The smell of cheap drugs and alcohol filled the air of the town whilst you stared remorsefully at him.

"Jiro." You put a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder, finally giving into the bottomless pit of guilt you held in your heart. "He didn't really do anything, you just interrupted! That's all! Let's go back to class, okay?"

But instead, he grabbed you by the collar and pulled you up to his eye level. You nearly shrieked as you went onto the tips of your toes and held onto his wrists for dear life. His anger was unsatiated like a burning wildfire, and he seemed to be going nearly red in the face.

"Oh, so it's my fault now?" He yelled. "Whose side are you even on?!"

You swallowed a lump in your throat, letting your eyes move to the other side of the alleyway in order to communicate a path of escape for your tutor. Turquoise eyes followed yours, but he promptly shook his head and stood up.

Muichiro limped over to the both of you and pulled you away from him, ignoring the sounds of the tearing of fabric and the outpour of buttons from your uniform shirt. You gasped in surprise at the tearing of your shirt, rushing to cover yourself and keep your decency.

A dark blue uniform jacket was shoved into your hands by the shorter male, mouthing cover yourself before looking at Jiro. "Don't involve her. She doesn't know better. Your fight's with me, isn't it?"

"After all, your girlfriend looked so pretty when she was with me yesterday. I could hardly keep myself away from her." He whispered.

You regretfully pulled his school jacket over and buttoned each heavy, golden button. You should've warned him to not make any comments like that...

The scent of iris and rosemary from his jacket seemed to peek out from the heavy scents of the run-down town, greatly contrasting the atmosphere of the space.

He passed out on the concrete.

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Maybe walking into school with the name Tokito Muichiro embroidered on your jacket wasn't the best idea you've ever had, considering the sheer amount of questions and curious looks you received.

You grabbed the spare uniform shirt from your locker and removed your torn one, delicately folding the blue jacket and placing it on the shelf of your locker whilst you dressed yourself in the new one.

You let the jacket hang loosely off your forearm, hiding the name embroidery, and walked into your homeroom with the confidence of a turtle without its shell.