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"𝗢𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗱. . . "
Takemichi felt his heart drop down to the ground at the sight in front of him. Hinata, his girlfriend, laid in front of him, lifeless and cold. Her chest had been ripped out open, revealing her intestines and guts. Dried up blood covered her clothes from and stained the pavement under her.
A sickness came to him and before he knew it, he had fallen on his knees. His eyes were shaking, matching his limbs. Her beautiful face had been beaten badly to the point he couldn't even recognize it at first. The only thing that was left intact was the green clover necklace that Takemichi had given to her. A few blood drops adorned the necklace that shone melancholy under the red-orange sky. She was still his only love to him. She'll always be.
He threw up everything he had in his mind and heart. Tears filled his eyes as he let out silent screams.
His trembling hands pressed against the pavement as his eyes looked at everything but the body in front of him. His senses suddenly came back and he took his shirt sleeves near his face and wiped the tears before getting up. He ran out the alley as quickly as he came in.
His legs wobbled and struggled to run as fast as he wished for them to go. His heart was beating out of his chest and he felt like he couldn't breathe. But that didn't stop him, not until he fell to the ground because of exhaustion. His body scraped against the rough pavements and he heard his shirt tearing in a few places.
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Loud and quick footsteps echoed through the school building. Someone was running toward the same classroom he was currently in as if their life depended on it.
The door slid open, revealing a panting, tanned albino with amethyst eyes staring at him, eerily. He came closer to Takemichi, reaching out a hand toward takemichi's red cheeks but they were slapped away abruptly. Izana's eyes widened at that, an irk mark appearing on his face. His school uniform was a little ripped, just like takemichi's, blood drawing out from his left knee, staining his white socks. Dried blood stained the pure white cardigan he wore on top of his grey shirt.
Takemichi tried screaming but his oxygen supply was cut short when Izana tightly grasped his neck, bruising it.
"I didn't want you . . . to see that . . " he says, low and dern. His voice, surprisingly, sounded full of concern, despite all he'd done. He suddenly pulled him against his chest, his strong arms keeping him locked. Struggling wasn't of use for takemichi now, and he knew that. "I wanted to stick to the plan . . . I really did . . But you won't be able to forget that, will you?"
He moved his head from side to side. There was nothing he could say. And even if he wanted to, there was nothing he would say. The arms wrapped around his body tightened, his breathing getting heavier by the second before he pushed him and scratched his face. His eyes narrowed, his eyelashes fluttered.
Takemichi's face filled with terror as he heard the sounds of his knee cracking. Izana had a few veins pooping from his forehead. He was clearly not happy with what he'd done.
"So why didn't you just fucking accept me?" he said, barely reaching his ears, his voice filled with guilt. Takemichi ignored the violent pain in his knee and reached his hand out for Izana who was bending down toward takemichi.
And then he heard another crack. It was his other knee.
"Do you even know who you are?" he broke a chair, cracking out a leg of it before he made his way back to takemichi who looked at him with a face full of terror. His cheeks had dried up tears and his eyes were red, he tried to say something to stop him but he couldn't. His hiccups were getting in the way.
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"Are you up now, takemichi?" he was greeted by Izana's smooth, tender voice. Takemichi fluttered his eyes open, his eyelashes a beautiful, tangled mess. He jerked up but instantly regretted it as it shot up pain in his knees. They were disfigured.
Tears brimmed his eyes but were quickly wiped away by Izana who pulled himself closer to Takemichi, his hand still on his cheek, caressing it warmly.
"Please forget about her."
He can't. He just can't forget her. He can't forget the way her guts shined because of the street light that were slowly turning on. He can't forget the way he knows that that memory will forever be engraved in his memory till his consciousness fades away. He can't forget that he loved her more than anyone else in the world. He can't forget the empty feeling in his heart.
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𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 - @𝗻𝘇𝗸𝗺𝗱𝗲𝗼𝘄
──────────────────────── I love takehina so fucking much. I'm just making these takemichi centirc harem fics cause I'm bored :33 no hate to the emmahina shippers tho I love that ship so much (they look so cute together) I already have a request lined up so any requests made on this one will be written late . if you have any requests, let me know! this is a judgment-free zone (unless you stan that tanned blond ass seagull) ────────────────────────
