Even when you hurt me a million times, I will always come back crawling 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
CW: Mentions of potential Lemon, strong Language, and Angst.
- L/n Y/n met an old foe, Itoshi Sae, and it was rather the most unpleasant reun...
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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙.
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
You dialled the number, and after a few rings, Kira Ryoba's familiar voice echoed through the phone.
"Hello?"
The sound filled you with a rush of nostalgia, transporting you back to the carefree days of your teenage years.
There was a time when the two of you were inseparable, like two peas in a pod, constantly engrossed in conversations about absolute nonsense.
Yet, as the years rolled on, life took its toll, and your once unbreakable bond seemed to fray.
"Kira." You said, a soft smile playing on your lips as her name escaped them.
"It's been a while."
The words hung in the air, replenished with the weight of countless memories.
As you reminisce about the past, you couldn't help but recall how she used to nag you about every little thing, the trivialities of adolescence that now seemed like cherished relics of a bygone era.
You reflected on the days when the world was your playground, and both of you revelled in the blissful ignorance of youth, acting like dumb teenagers with carefree abandon.
In those moments, the future held endless possibilities, and the worries of the world were a distant murmur.
Now, as the conversation unfolded, you felt a subtle yearning for the simplicity of those beautiful times, a desire to turn back the clock and relive the moments when you and Kira Ryoba were cocooned in the invincibility of friendship.
It was in this moment of reflection that the profound significance of friendship truly dawned on you.
Regret quietly crept in as you acknowledged the fleeting nature of those precious connections, realizing the depth of their impact on your life.
If only you could turn back the hands of time, you thought, lamenting the fact that you hadn't fully appreciated the value of friendship in the past.
Looking back, you recognized that you were, in essence, an oblivious girl navigating the intricate tapestry of life without fully grasping the treasure that genuine camaraderie held.
In the mosaic of memories, you saw missed opportunities to treasure and nurture those relationships that now appeared as integral threads woven into the fabric of your existence.
