Happiness of Revenge (Mikey xReader x Sanzu)

Chapter 7

At some point your attempt to fall asleep must have worked, as your roommate had to come wake you up for dinner. You groggily followed them out to your shared dining room and plopped yourself down into your seat. Your roommate had made one of your comfort foods and already had it served up, waiting in front of you.

After a few minutes passed of you both eating in silence your friend finally spoke up. "What's wrong dude? I've known you for years, and after all this time I've learned to tell the difference between you just feeling nonverbal and you being silent due to something on your mind."

Gaze kept down on the food you'd begun to lazily pushed around with your silverware, you felt yourself sigh a bit. You knew you couldn't brush off this feeling you had when your friend had just called you out. Though you weren't sure if you actually felt like talking about it right now, you knew you eventually would have to tell them what was wrong. Better to do it now rather than later you supposed, willing yourself to voice your thoughts.

"I don't know how to really say this, but I feel like I'm reverting back to 3 months ago." You placed your silverware down, resting your elbow on the table and placing your head in your hand. "I'm grateful people from the gang want to get revenge for what happened to me, but I just don't want any of it honestly. I survived the past few months by myself just pushing through it all and trying to move past it. I learned how to handle myself in a fight, never needing others to help or protect me. I've never once ran into those shits since that day, thanks to my own knowledge of how to avoid our paths crossing. I'm content with my life now, of just forgetting all that and living as I am currently, with this new gang and the few friends I've made."

Your roommate placed their own silverware down, reaching across the table to grab your free hand and gently run their thumb over your knuckles to comfort you. "I know... I know." They sighed out, encouraging you to continue voicing your bottled up thoughts.

"I've been just fine up untill today. When I saw 2 of those guys I just panicked, my limbs felt numb and I had to ask for help. They had to rescue me, and I hate the fact that they did. They all just come into my life after one little injury, one little minor thing that lead to all this past trauma being brought up again. They force me to point out the ones that did this to me, force me to face the fact that it all happened, force me to feel as if I'm back at square one of healing after it all." A lump was forming in your throat by now, your eyes shut tight so no tears could escape, and you held tightly to your friend's comforting hand. "I just want all this to stop. I want everyone to just drop this whole revenge plan they've made up for my sake. I want to go back to feeling like just another member of the gang and not this damaged person every captain has to fret over. I want all of it to go away so I can feel normal again and not like that scared victim I was after that day."

"Oh Y/n..." Your roommate was beside you in a flash, pulling you into their embrace as your metaphorical emotional dam burst. You sobbed and wailed into them, letting loose all the emotions you knew you had been holding deep down inside you for what felt like an eternity these past few months. A warm, comforting hand petting your head as you let everything out. "It's going to be okay I promise. I'm never going to let you face it all alone again. I know all this talk of the past lately has been rough and that you may not want to face them all again but I'll be here every step of the way forward no matter what happens or what you chose to do."

You thanked them between hiccups of sobs, letting them hold you till your emotional out burst calmed down to a mere trickle of tears and sniffles. Like a doting parent they sent you to bed after that, as they cleaned up the table by themself.

You crawled into bed, falling asleep practically instantly when your head hit your pillow.

The next morning you slept in a bit longer than usual, still feeling the exhaustion of last night's emotional release. You had to admit you did feel better internally after having let out all the pent up feelings you'd had. Eventually you got up, dressing for the day and heading out to grab breakfast from the kitchen.