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⸻ "𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 yell at her like that. This whole thing is just stressing me out ya know?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "I hate that I have to keep him hidden from her, it's already destroying her. I don't want to ruin her relationship with him, I know she'll be pissed at me. I can handle that though."
The man next to me nodded, "It's for the best, we can't let anyone know as of right now, not even her. She'll survive this." He said before patting my shoulder and walking away.
"Yeah." I muttered, letting out a sigh as I stared to the ground.
.・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・.
𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I kicked my belongings on the ground, letting out a frustrated groan.
I paced back and forth around my room, biting my lip. I couldn't control myself, my thoughts. I felt like I was being eaten alive. My thoughts drowning me. I didn't know what to do with myself.
Just then, I heard knocks at my door. "Go away." I rejected the person behind the door, sitting onto my bed.
"Kyoka if you don't open the door I'm barging in anyway." I heard Megumi say through the other side.
I sighed, rolling my eyes and opening the door. "Did Satoru send you?" I asked, sitting back onto my bed as I looked at the boy.
"No." He shrugged, earning a glare from me. "Okay, yes. But I was gonna check on you regardless." He sighed in defeat, making himself at home and sitting beside me.
I shook my head, chuckling. "Thanks, but I'm fine. I'd rather be alone." I told him.
Megumi looked at me, "I'm not stupid Kyo. Your eyes are bloodshot, your skin is pale, your eye bags are more prominent than normal and your knuckles and knees and bruised and scuffed up. Face it, you look like shit." He got straight to the point.
I looked down at my hands, not realizing how disheveled I really looked. "Whatever, but really, I don't need a babysitter."
"Okay, fine." Megumi shrugged, standing up as he placed his hands into his pockets. "You don't need a babysitter, but I need company. So you're gonna get your ass up and take a shower and I'm gonna order us food and we're gonna watch movies all night." He said, grinning at me and walking out the door before I could protest.
As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I didn't want to be alone, I didn't trust myself to be alone right now. I needed the company, a distraction before I fell apart.
Gathering myself, I went to shower. Pulling out my pajama drawer, my heart sunk when I saw what was sitting on top.
