{Tw: slight homophobia, slight self harm}
Shubman knew he fucked up, and he also knew that now ishan's never gonna talk to him ever again.
Fuck.
His heart hurts, his brain hurts, his hand hurts, from where he was punching the wall, mere minutes ago.
He can't let himself go spiral like that.
He wasn't a fucking homo.
He just wasn't.
Kissing Ishan was just a stupid doing that he did. He wasn't a homo he knew that. He just fucking wasn't.
But the question that is gnawing at his heart was how will he face Ishan after this?
Was Ishan gonna slap him? Telling him that he was disgusted by the mere idea of him?
No, Ishan was too kind for that.
Ishan is too kind to me.
Shubman's head went spiral again as he again punched the wall, reigning in the pleasure of his blood oozing out, as if punishing himself for a crime.
He can't let himself haywire into the old habits like that, he can't, he just can't.
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The next day, he had a hood over his head, his eyes withered with no emotion whatsoever, went out of his way to sit in the last seat of the class.
Luckily today, Ishan shared only one class with Shubman, so the rest of the day, went smoothly, with him being in regret and nobody knowing about it.
But when Ishan did enter his class, his eyes searched for Shubman, when he finally made an eye contact, Shubman averted his eyes, ashamed of himself and his actions.
Ishan took a stride over the class to reach Shubman, and slightly banged the table when he noticed Shubman trying to ignore him once again.
"We need to talk"
Ishan exclaimed in his deep voice, but it had a dangerous edge to it,
"Terrace. In 10"
And then he was gone.
Shubman gulped, still not knowing how to face Ishan at all.
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Shubman had expected Ishan to slap him, scold him, or something way more precarious.
But Ishan had gathered him in his arms as soon as Shubman reached the terrace, engulfing him in a big hug, while standing on his tip toes.
Shubman was shocked to say the least, but his body knew Ishan better than his mind, as his arms went around ishan's torso, pulling him in.
They both stood like that for whoever knows how long, with Ishan caressing the back of his head, while shushing him, Shubman did not realise that he was sobbing his heart out in Ishan's arms chanting how sorry he was.
After a while Ishan pulled away from the hug and cupped Shubman's face,
"Now, you wanna tell me, why you left me all alone here?"
Shubman looked down at Ishan who gave him an easy smile, encouraging him to express himself,
"I-I was ashamed"
Ishan's eyebrows furrowed at the statement,
"Ashamed?"
"Y-yeah"
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Sunshine And Midnight Rain
Fanfiction"He was sunshine and I was midnight rain" Shubman is a college student, who doesn't have any will to carry on with life. And he's just tolerating his surroundings as long as he can. Enters Ishan Sharma, who changes everything. Every fear and every i...
