Sleepovers «Juuzou X Reader»

°Jealousy°

~Juuzou's POV~

I was lost. I had no clue why I did what I did, I didn't even care about Fuyu that much. The only reason why I dated her was cause she wouldn't leave me alone! I should've told her that I was already in love!

When I saw (Y/n) on the other side of the street, I saw she was broken. I knew she probably didn't want me to go over there, so I didn't.

Not going over there was a big mistake. I thought about (Y/n) all day, I thought about how much I hurt her. I couldn't get her off my mind.

I went home soon after, I noticed she took all her stuff, and she ripped a photo of the both of us. I deeply regretted this.

I grabbed my phone and headed for Re:, hoping that she would be there, but she wasn't.

I tried texting her, but I could tell she didn't want me to talk to her.

I was starting to break.

I walked across th street to the 24 hour restaurant. I just sat down at a window seat and ordered some coffee.

After a while of being in there, I was just about to leave when I noticed a car pull up in front of Re:. I walked out of the building and watched at a fimiliar face walked out of the building, and the man got out of the car as (Y/n) put her stuff in the back. They hugged each other for what seemed like forever. I heard that they were talking some, but it wasn't really auditable, all I heard was "Lets go home." But I'm suppose to be her home!

When the guy turned around to get back into his car, he looked a lot like Mark, the guy who tried to take her from me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I assume my face was turning red with anger. I wasn't really angry at him, but at myself. I cant believe I did that. The girl who brought me true happiness, she was leaving with another man. I couldn't help but feel stupid.

I knew that I had to get my girl back. I needed her, I really needed her. She made my world go round.

I took my phone called Fuyu; I broke up with her. She was upset, but I didn't care.

~Your POV~

As we were about to leave, I couldn't sworn I saw Juuzou, but I thought it was my mind tricking me; I did miss him a lot.

I guess I fell asleep in the car, cause next thing I remember, is waking up in my old room.

I yawned and stretched. I didn't want to get out of bed at all, but it was a weekday. I has actually called in and said I was moving, so I needed some time to settle in, so I didn't actually have work, but ash did.

So, instead of getting out of bed, I stayed in bed, being unproductive.

I had a horrible time getting out of bed though.

When I was younger and first heard the word "Depression" I asked My dad what it meant. My dad described it as a very bad sadness that doesn't go away. He says it was having a hard time getting out of bed and doing daily life stuff; I now understand, but it's so much worse then what he made it sound like. Everyday was turning into a battle. Not a physical battle, but a daily mental battle. No one knew I was fighting this, it was just me now. Before, I had Juuzou comforting me, he didn't know you're much he was helping, he didn't even know I was hurting.

I held onto the covers in the warm bed, slowly letting depression take over.

I couldn't help it, I was broken.