𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 | Chishiya Shuntaro x OC

𝟷𝟸| 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎.

°⨳°·..·°⨳°⊹٭ "You were right, it was a mistake." ٭⊹°⨳°·..·°⨳°

It wasn't as bad as I thought, the room wasn't as lonely as I thought it would be since I would be here a lot with my depressive thoughts. My heart sank every time I thought about his face, his voice, his features, his words. It was unbearable. I tried to push it aside, but it was hard.

Every day, Kuina would come and knock on the door, letting me know that she had left food for me. I didn't eat it, knowing she waited there for me. I wasn't stupid. I was starving after a few days since I ate everything I already had in the hotel. There wasn't much left, sadly. I needed to keep hydrated, but the water was getting less and less than my body needed.

It was midnight when I decided to go out of my room to grab some food and water. On the way there, I stopped and saw that the roof was empty. I walked up there and looked down at the ground where the pool was. I saw people partying, having fun. People making out, drinking, dancing, and singing, the music blasting through their ears, their bodies moving to the rhythm.

Turning to go back, I froze upon hearing a shaky breath behind me. It was a familiar one, a male one, and a very worried and scared one.

"Satoko?" Chishiya's voice was soft, almost broken. I turned to face him, surprised by the raw emotion in his eyes. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by genuine concern.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been looking for you," he admitted, taking a hesitant step closer. "I was worried. You haven't been eating, haven't been taking care of yourself. I can't just stand by and watch you wither away."

His words cut deep, the concern in his eyes making it harder for me to maintain my anger. But the pain of his earlier rejection was still fresh, and I couldn't let him back in so easily.

"You don't get to do this, Chiya," I said, my voice trembling. "You don't get to push me away and then act like you care. It's not fair."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his features. "I know it's not fair. I know I've hurt you. But I can't ignore how I feel any longer. I care about you, Satoko. More than I can explain."

Tears welled up in my eyes, the conflicting emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "Then why did you push me away?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Because I was scared," he admitted, his voice raw with honesty. "Scared of my feelings, scared of losing you, scared of everything. But seeing you like this... I can't stand it. Please, let me help you."

I looked at him, torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of a future, knowingly I couldn't let him get close again and hurt me like he already did. "I don't know if I can trust you again," I whispered.

He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. "I understand. Just... give me a chance to prove myself. Let me be there for you."

The weight of his words hung in the air, the choice before me heavy with uncertainty. But in that moment, I realized that maybe, just maybe, we both deserved a second chance.

"You know, you were right after all... It was a mistake." My voice trembled with the weight of the admission, the pain of the past few days evident in every syllable.

Chishiya flinched as if my words had physically struck him. His eyes, usually so guarded, showed a flicker of something I hadn't seen before—regret, maybe even sorrow. "Satoko, I..."

I held up a hand to stop him, needing to get this out before I lost my nerve. "You pushed me away because you were scared, but you also kept me close enough to keep me hoping. It was a cruel game, Chiya. And I can't play it anymore."