Mitsukou oneshots

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Yall I keep forgetting to update

TW: angst.... Heh... I like angst [proud] also Mitsu has a mental breakdown during a flash back idk if that counts as something I should warn you about..

Also all of the thoughts that are to be thinked are slanted cuz like Mitsu is narrating and thinking

-Sousuke pov-

I'm back. Finally. After leaving the far shore and successfully escaping this weird bowl cut kid, i didn't know where to go so I just wandered around looking for people I knew in life. I'm at the last one.

Kou minamoto.

My oldest friend is sure to recognize me, right? He claimed that we were best friends who would always find a way back to one another the entirety of first year so he shouldn't be surprised one of use kept that childish promise. Unless his words are as big as his mouth, however that wouldn't be too surprising.

I lurk a few feet away from his house, I don't wanna go in. Something about his house seems off. Maybe I should go. Little bits and pieces start coming back to me. For example how I died. It was a rainy day.. I was gonna have a sleepover with someone. We got hit by a drunk driver and that all I can remember.

Who was the other person with me. All I know for certain right now is that they were someone important to me.

Another thing that I now know is where I lived and with who. I live in these apartments. It used to be a house that I lived in but, once dad died we moved so we wouldn't struggle as much with the bills. I felt a tension in my forehead. Remembering hurts.

But why does it hurt so much? Why am I forcing myself to forget? What happened to me? What happened on that day?

Suddenly a loud car passed me and I instinctively started screaming. I fell on my knees and covered my ears. It's loud and bright and painful. Why does it hurt? I squeeze my eyes shut. Why am I crying? It's all loud. All I can hear is car horns, car alarms and distant screams. My left leg hurts and my right leg feels numb.

My body feels as if it were reliving a singular moment for hours. I scratch my ears hard, I can smell the faint alcohol on a persons breath but can't make out their face due to the tears that abstract my view.

Then it stops.

I feel weak, hopeless and desperate for something I can't quite put my finger on.

I struggle to get up, falling once or twice. I feel dizzy. I use people's fences to continue walking to that house. I don't get why I'm using all my strength to get there. Someone told me..

A girls voice called my name and she told me what to look for. What was it. I sat down exhausted. I hit my head with my hands. I'm tired and frustrated. Why can't I understand what's happening? I buried my head in my hands. "It's no use. This can't change it. I'm dead, what now?" I told myself as I sobbed.

I looked up to wipe my tears. Then I saw him. Kou.. is it really him? No that's not him.. That's his older relative?.. looks like him for sure. I stumbled up and walked In front of him and waved my hand. I'm dead dead! He couldn't see me!!

Despite my shock, I go inside and look around. I see a little girl drawing. She has this vivid smile that reminds me of one I once put on my wall. I can't remember whose it was. "Teru-nii do you think Kou-onichan will like my drawing? Can we take it to him when we go visit tomorrow?" The older ones expression softened.

"You know he's still sleeping." He said his eyes never leaving the drawing the little girl made. In that drawing there they were Kou, the girl, and the guy. They were all together and smiling. It's late, night is scary. I think I might have to sleep on the floor. It's icky but I don't have another choice.

I watch them go to the kitchen and I decide to explore this house. It's familiar, as if I'd been here before. It feels like instinct to walk up the stairs, around the corner to finally arrive to... a room? Are we fucking serious? Ugh.. better than sleeping on the floor outside.

I finally begin to take in the room, I can see the chaotic organizing. It's organized and nice sure but goodness this dudes organization does NOT make any sense. I observe my surroundings before I felt my knees want to give in. There we were. In that arcade. I smile just thinking of it. The room, upon closer observation, was filled to the brim of memories we shared.

I laid down on the bed but before long I had begun to cry. My feelings are crushing me, I feel like I'm losing oxygen by not expressing. When I try to understand what I feel and why I start to cry. I'm not sad I'm only full of regret. I regret not being a better person.

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Ending was buns ik I lost motivation :3
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