A lot has happened to Y/n within the year of her sophomore year. Now, with her and her friends entering the New Year, anything can happen. With her taking over the Black Dragons and being stuck in the middle of a love triangle, Y/n just hopes that t...
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February 15th, 2021
The following morning
Y/n POV:
The morning after spending the night at Mitsuya, I headed home. Kissing him goodbye, I could feel my heart yearn for his touch again. Making my way home, my face held a cheeky smile. That was until I got home. The minute that I walked through the door, Wakasa began to bombard me with questions, while Shinichiro and Takeomi stood behind him with worried expressions on their faces.
Question after question, I rolled my eyes as I just stood there, glaring up at him. "I spent the night at Mitsuya. No, we didn't do anything. Yes, he slept on the couch in the living room. And yes, I had an amazing time yesterday, thanks for asking." But apparently my answers weren't enough for him. Frustrating sighing as he pinch the bridge of his nose, Wakasa just stood there, unsure what to say. Tired and worn out, from the night before, I puffed some air out before making my way toward the stairs. Sensing me moving away, Wakasa grabbed my arm, pulling me back and making me look at him.
This time, I had enough. Yanking my arm back, I glared at him as I clenched my teeth. "Don't EVER touch me like that again. Unless you want me to kick your ass." It was Wakasa turn to glare at me as he crossed his arms. "Is that so? I love to see you try, princess~".
Whether it was his mocking tone or the way he was looking at me with disappointment, set me off. Without a warning, I dropped my things as I rushed towards him. Within seconds Wakasa was in another room, clutching his jaw as drops of blood came out of his mouth. Surprised, Wakasa then looked up at me as I stood there, glowing with anger. "Why can't you ever just believe me when I say that nothing happened! Why can't you fucking just trust me, Wakasa!"
Tears then began to pour out of my eyes as I glared down at him with my hands balled up in a fist. Not giving him a chance, or anyone a chance, to say something, I grabbed my things and headed up to my room.
Closing the door shut, in a loud matter, I threw my things anywhere in my room as I fell backwards onto the bed. Tears continued to fall as I just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, softly crying my frustration and anger out.
As I continued to lay there, I could hear my phone in the distance going off. Unbothered to go get it, I continued to lay there. Little by little, I could feel myself begin to drift off asleep.
Hours has passed until I finally woke up. Sitting up slowly, I groaned as I stretched my body out. Slumping over, I turned to look out the window, only to realize that it was already afternoon. Huffing out, I slowly got up and went toward my bag. Fishing my phone out, I couldn't help but notice multiple miss calls from people, including unread text messages. Rubbing my face, I opened my phone to see who tried to reach out to me.
