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Yura walked into the school building. Niki had left the car abruptly and she didn't even know where he went.
The girl saw Yuta by her locker and walked towards him, greating him with a simple 'hey'.
"Damn, what happened to you?" he asked, his eyes fixated on the bandage on her nose bridge "Don't tell me Niki did something to you-"
"Of course not!" She instantly interrupted him. She didn't want to even hear one accusation against Niki.
"Okay, then what happened?" Yuta asked.
"I tripped." She told him as she was rummaging through her locker to find the right books.
"If someone would give me a dollar every time you said you tripped, I'd be the richest man in Japan." Yuta chuckled.
"You better find someone who wod give you that money then." Yura muttered.
Yuta picked up on her gloomy mood and frowned "Whats wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Is it about Niki?"
Yura sighed and turned to look at her friend with a look of annoyance "So what if it is? I don't wanna talk about it." she walked past him and he followed her as they walked through the hallway.
"Oh no, you will talk about it if he hurt you." Yuta spoke "Did he cheat on you? I swear if I jinxed it-"
"Yuta!" The girl called his name with utter annoyance "Of course he didn't cheat on me."
"But he hurt you." The boy tried to get something out of her, any information that would explain to him what was up.
"No."
"No?" Yuta frowned "Then what?"
"We broke up. Are you happy now?" Yura turned to him, speaking through gritted teeth as her eyes watered.
"You- oh.." Yuta grew quiet for a second "So he did hurt you. I called it. Not even three days, that's what I said-"
"I broke up with him. " Yura interrupted Yuta's rambling, his words only hurting her further even if he didn't intend to.
"Oh. Oh. Why?" the boy was confused now.
Yura didn't look at him and didn't answer him at first. She didn't even want to think about what happened the day before.
"Yura.." Yuta stopped her with a gentle tug on her sleeve, his voice soft and gentle. When she turned to look at him he sighed at her expression and wrapped his arms around her.
He let her cry silently, if you didn't know what was going on then you wouldn't even guess that she was crying. No shaking of her shoulder, no cries or even sniffles. She just let the tears fall, crying as if she was numb.
