heartache | t. muichiro ✓

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"so, each day that her friends spent tormenting him with the awful writing they'd engrave onto his desk in marker, she'd quickly grab a cloth and wipe down the desk furiously."

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"Muichiro..."

"No."

"Tokito."

"Eyes on your paper."

"Mui--"

"Don't call me that." Muichiro snapped, grabbing the wrist of the hand you were using to poke him and shoving it back onto the table. "You still have three questions left."

You groaned in frustration and pressed your head onto the living room table, peeking up at his impatient gaze through thick lashes and rebellious strands of h/c hair. The cool wood pressed against your cheek as a teasing look washed over your frustrated one. "You didn't mind me calling you that a few nights ago at the playground."

"Don't--" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "-- don't say it like that. That's... different."

"Mhm..." You sleepily hummed in response. "Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The dark-haired male rolled his eyes and reached over you, taking a box of cigarettes into his hands and flipping it open, slipping a roll out from the box and shutting it. "Y/N."

"Mhm?"

"You're laying on my lighter." He impatiently said, holding the cigarette in between his two fingers and slumping down onto the sofa. "I need that."

"That's unfortunate. Guess no smoking for you then." You flatly replied.

His hands twitched to grab you and yank your head off the table, but he quickly decided against it and shoved the violent thought out of his head. Turquoise eyes followed you as you sat up and played a bit with the red lighter, flicking the button a few times and watching a flame finally ignite from the small top.

"I don't understand." You spoke. "I mean, how do you smoke without thinking of all those burns on you?"

Muichiro ran a hand through his hair, pulling the cigarette away from his lips and letting his hand rest in his lap. "It's kinda hard to care when you're so hooked." He shrugged. "Of course I think about them. It's just that the urge overpowers anything else."

E/C eyes scaled down his body, each burn making that lump in your throat even more apparent. Geez... "Have you ever tried to quit?"

"Obviously. It's just hard to when everyone around me, including my own brother, is doing it. It's not pleasant." He answered. You stared down at the cheap red lighter in your hands again, igniting the fire and holding it at eye level.

"Fine." You folded your arms. "But you need to let me try."

His throat ran dry at this. "I thought you tried with Ume?!"

Despite the question he'd thrown at you, you left him with no response and grinned at the sight of his shocked expression. Sure, you tried with Ume, but you had another experiment you wanted to try. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips when you reached towards him and lifted the wrist holding the lone cigarette up.