'Pathetic' [TsukkiYama]

Chapter 3

Yamaguchi's POV:

"be kind to the unkind people, they need it the most"

"Tadashi? My baby!" She yelled as she held her arms out to me. I stared at her in shock. Baby? Did I hear her right? Is she okay?

"Come here, honey" she said while motioning for me to go into her arms. I was honestly terrified. What happened to her? Who is she? Where's the hurt, broken, stressed out woman I call my mother? I slowly walked toward her. Once I reached her, I experienced the impossible for me. My mother is hugging me and crying while she's doing so.

"I would've lost you! I could've died and never see you again!" She yelled as she hugged me. I stood there in shock. This is the closest I've ever been to her, what's happening?

"M-mother are you okay?" I hesitantly asked her. She let go of me and looked up at me. It then hit me.

"She has a head concision so she might not be exactly the same or she may not remember much."

"Of course I am baby, I'm perfectly fine" she said to me in a teary smile. I jumped and fell towards the ground. She's smiling! At me! I've haven't seen her smile in years! I felt my eyes tear up. Am I scared? Or happy? Am I upset? Or enlightened? She gasped.

"Are you okay? Here, let me help you up" she said trying to get out of the hospital bed. I quickly stood up and pushed her back.

"N-no, you stay in bed. I'm okay. I'll just go get a chair..." I said as I realized that I was once again making physical contact with my mother. I immediately took my hands off, grabbed the nearest chair, and sat right next to her bed. I stretched my arms in the air which showed a bit of my stomach. I completely forgot about the huge bruise she had left me this morning.

"Tadashi what happened to your stomach!? How did you bruise it like that!?" She asked. My eyes widened.

"Huh? O-oh, I fell against a desk pretty hard at school and I guess I bruised up..." I lied. I was surprised she bought it.

She took my left hand, I flinched at her delicate yet dangerous touch. She looked at my face in a gasp as she rolled up my long sleeve.

"You've already found your soulmate? Who is it? Why'd they say this to you? You're stuck with this all your life...that isn't-" I cut her off.

"I actually don't know who said it to me, I just heard someone say it one day and there it appeared" I lied. She gave me a pitiful look, but inside she knew I was lying this time. I could feel it. She used her free hand and caressed my cheek. She used her thumb to feel my face underneath my eye. She gave a sad smile.

"I don't know what I would've done if I could never see you again" she said as she pulled me into another hug. This time, I hugged her back and she kissed me cheek. I began to cry silently as she did. I've never felt like this before, what is this feeling? Is this what it's like to be loved? Is this the only love I'll ever receive? Is this how things are gonna be? What if this is only temporary? What if she wakes up tomorrow and her memory comes back? What if she's just pretending? It doesn't matter anyway. I love her no matter how she is. We pulled away and she saw the tears on my face.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, mother" I said while looking at the ground. She lifted my head and gave me a smile.

"Well, I'm here. That's what matters, right?" She asked. I nodded and smiled.

"I remember when you were so little, it seems like it was just yesterday you were eight years old. Well, time flies fast" she spoke. I decided to change the subject.

"Have they fed you here? Are you clean? Do you want me to bring you anything from the house?" I questioned.

"I'm alright, they fed me once I woke up. I might need clothes for when I get out of here. I'll be home in about a week. That reminds me..." She said. I tensed up at that last part.

"Where's your father?"

Tsukishima's POV:

"...even if you don't like me back, could you at least give me a try? Maybe you could learn to like me?" A small blond girl asked me. This always happens. A girl confesses to me and I either feel pity and accept or don't give a shit and decline. This one is different though, she doesn't like me. I can see it, someone is making her do this. I looked behind her and there were two girls peeking through the corner of the wall.

"What's your name?" I asked her in a blank face. She flinched.

"Y-Yachi" she said nervously. I grabbed her hand and ran so to a place I knew those girls wouldn't find her. Once we reached my house, I let go of her.

"What was-" I cut her off as I opened the door.

"So who is it you really like?" I asked her. She looked at me and froze once I asked her.

"I-I like you!" She defended. It was completely obvious she was lying. I motioned for her to come inside and she obliged.

"Your friends aren't around. You can tell me, I can probably help you get who you want" I said as I closed the door. She looked at the ground and sighed then rolled up her left sleeve.

Do you want any help?

"You already have a soulmate, why are you-" I began, she cut me off this time.

"My friends and family won't accept the fact that I like a girl so they want me to date guys in hope it would change. I tired to tell them it wouldn't work, but they wouldn't listen! I ended up getting set up with you. She talked to me b-but I didn't talk to her. She doesn't know..." She began to cry as she said that. I pulled up a chair and she sat as she softly cried.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"Kiyoko Shimizu" she said. Oh, I know Kiyoko, I remember she told me about liking a small blonde girl. I think it's her, should I tell her? I began to explain that she liked her too. Yachi was so happy, it made me smile.

*time skip*

I watched as Yachi spoke to Kiyoko about how she 'needs help' with one of her classes. It's was pretty clear that Kiyoko felt the tingling sensation on he left wrist. Once they were out of my sight, I walked back home with my head lowered. I got home and once again noticed no one was home. I got inside, closed the door, and locked myself in my room. I put my earphone volume to the max and began listening to music. No matter how many times I skipped, all the songs that played reminded me of my loneliness. I decided to settle with one of my favorites, 7 Years by Lukas Graham. While I was hearing it, I began to think.

"Who is he?" I asked myself as I thought of the boy I've been seeing around school for a while who I thought was attractive. I pulled out my notebook and went to the last page. I started to draw his hair as the songs changed once again. Ironically, the song You're in Love by Betty Who came on as I did so. I stopped then thought to myself as the song played.

"Maybe I should talk to him tomorrow" I suggested to myself. Satisfied with my action, I continued drawing.

A/N: What will happen? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Later brats ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ