LOVEBUG ; 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 ‪‪❤︎‬ ✿

PROLOUGE: A DOOMED RELATIONSHIP

MITSURI KANROJI'S POV.

Bzz...Bzzz.....Bzzzz!

My phone vibrated on the desk loudly.

I ignored it, continuing to section off my hair.

The buzzing continued, eventually falling into the empty trashcan beside my white-painted desk.

I'd been so caught up in braiding my hair at my desk vanity mirror that I hadn't even noticed who the call was sourced from. I turned on my spinning office chair, facing the plastic trashcan.

Who could've known my phone was so desperate to be trash? I mean.. I didn't use it THAT much. Just like... a few social media apps, and minecraft of course. The minecraft was totally not for me, just my siblings, of course..!

"Ughh..." I muttered as I reached down, my half-braided hair hanging haphazardly over my shoulders. Tapping the screen lightly, my eyes widened at the sight of the caller ID.

"OBANAI 💕" Was in a large, bold white text. The name was backgrounded by a picture of my boyfriend, the photo slightly edited to be in a more warmer tone.

I took a moment to admire the picture i'd chosen for his profile set in my contacts, proud of myself. So pretty!

Honestly, my siblings did KIND OF help choose it. It was an image of him sitting on a worn-down, wooden park bench, holding a melting ice cream. His choppy black hair hanging in front of his eyes messily, and the usual white mask he always wore. They deserved some credit too, I suppose.

Practically beaming, I tapped lightly twice on the green call accepting button, my acrylic nails making a clicking sound against the screen. Setting my phone against the mirror so it was facing me, I sat back down onto the office chair.

I stared at Iguro's face, which illuminated across my screen coolly compared to the warm tones around my room. He looked alike an angel. His eyes shined in the blue lighting of the screen.

Man, I really lucked out on Obanai. It feels like we were like, made for each other or something. He's such a good boyfriend. Nobody could be better for me than Iguro Obanai. Not any other previous relationships, nothing.

I continued gushing over Obanai to myself— basically fangirling over this man — When I rested my head in my hands, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Uhh.. Mitsuri? Yeah. We need to talk." Tilting my head, I wondered about his tone. There was an uncertain waver in it. What could that be about?

He's probably just tired! No need to overthink anything. I mean, it's not too late, but 6pm is bed time for SOME people, right? Some of my younger siblings go to sleep then. Or he could've had a long day...

hear me out!! On second thought, though..

Now looking closer; there was a brown-haired petite girl behind him. And that wasn't his room, or his house. I would've recognized the familiar deep greens and white painted walls of his apartment that i'd visited and seen through calls so many times.

Screw it. Maybe it's right to overthink sometimes.

"Mhm, Babe?" I smiled, hiding the layer of fear and nervousness that coated my expressions. Actually, hold it. Whoever was in the background was probably just his mom. Yes! It's a relative, or something.

Honestly, tricking myself into believing it was his mom didn't help the uncertainty and skepticism in my face. I wasn't that good at not portraying my feelings - or so a certain ex-friend told me.