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Sirius is the brightest star in the universe. Y/n is the loneliest boy in the universe.
And Nishinoya just wants to have fun.
・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．
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y/n stumbled into his house, collapsing to his knees and draping his upper body on the couch.
his chest heaved with sobs, and he buried his face in his hands. each breath felt like a jagged blade slicing through his lungs. panic gripped him at him, his chest tightening.
he couldn't believe himself.
did he really think nishinoya wanted to be his friend?
did he really think he wanted to be his boyfriend?
it was all... fake.
he should've listened to himself. he had doubts at the very start, but he ignored them like a fucking idiot.
his hands shook violently as he gripped the couch, his knuckles turning white.
how could he be so stupid? why did he let himself trust noya?
the front door opened.
he heard his mom sigh. she stretched her aching arms, taking off her shoes calmly.
but then she paused. she lifted her head and looked around.
"y/n?"
she walked forward into the living room. "are you home? i thought you had plans."
that's when she saw y/n halfway on the couch, his body wracking with uncontrollable sobs.
"y/n. oh, what happened?" she asked, kneeling down beside her son.
he couldn't answer. the words were trapped in his throat, replaced by desperate gasps for air. his vision blurred, and his heart raced, pounding relentlessly in his ears.
he could only shake his head.
she placed a calming hand on his back. "you can tell me."
y/n lifted up his head, looking at his mom with red eyes and red cheeks, tears streaming down his face.
"he... he... lied," he managed to choke out between gasps. "it was all... a lie!"
she stared at him with widened and concerned eyes, then wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "it's okay, it's okay. you're safe."
y/n's body trembled violently. "but it's n-not okay, mom! i trusted him," he said, his voice breaking, panic still coursing through him. "i-i thought... he cared."
"i know, baby, i know," she whispered soothingly, rubbing his back in slow circles. "i'm sorry, it's okay to feel hurt. it's okay to cry. just let it out."
"nishinoya did this f-for money." he felt his mom's manicured nails go through his hair. "i don't understand. that's all i-it wa-... was? fucking money?"
