Cherry Blossoms ✔️

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*DISCRETION IS ADVISED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. You've been warned.

Cherry | 18 | Blossoms

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They ran for what felt like an eternity, and at some point Shouto managed to get them both on to a bus, but Y/N was out of it. All she could feel was sheer terror running through her body.

Shouto had discarded the firearms near some trash bins in the neighborhood, but Y/N could still feel the cool metal against her hands and the sound it made when it penetrated flesh. The smell of blood was intoxicating her whole body. Her sleeves had red stains on the upper arm area. She pulled them closer to her body to hide them from watchful eyes. She felt like throwing up.

"Hold on just a little longer," Shouto pleaded to her as he squeezed her hand. He kept glancing in her direction every few seconds. She'd given him her sweater to throw on over his shredded clothes and he'd used the hoodie part of his ragged jacket to cover most of his face. They couldn't attract any sort of attention on the bus. Y/N wondered if he thought of her as a monster. She'd just shot three people. She was a monster.

"It's okay," Shouto whispered near her ear. Y/N simply clutched his hand tighter.

At some point, she was getting out off the bus and Shouto was guiding her down a street towards a building. When she took a closer look, she realized it was an apartment complex, and by the looks of it, it was the expensive kind. How long had they been on the bus? Everything felt like it was moving too fast and her vision was blurred.

"I brought us to my apartment," Shouto was saying to her as he unlocked the door with the number 819 on the fourth floor. Y/N hadn't even felt the usual sting in her calves she felt whenever she walked up a flight of stairs. She couldn't feel anything.

Shouto had let her hand go, and this time she didn't miss it simply because it was him—she needed his hand. It was the only thing that was keeping her rooted. Keeping her from wrapping herself into a ball and crying her eyes out. She could've easily just become a murderer.

Walking in, she was greeted by a clean living room with a couch in the center and a huge flat screen TV hanging from the wall. Small frames and other declarations lingered around the apartment, but Y/N didn't pay much attention to all that just yet. The first thing she did, was clutch her mouth as she felt vomit rise up her throat.

"Shit," Shouto cursed. "The bathroom is down the hall."

Y/N ran and made it on time. She swung the door open and emptied her stomach in Shouto's toilet. Still, it didn't didn't make her feel any better. It wasn't enough to make her forget about her blood stained hands.

Before she knew it, tears were running down her cheeks and she was sobbing on his bathroom floor. At some point, she felt cool hands gather her hair back as she kept emptying her stomach.

Her throat burned due to the acidity, her eyes stung and her head was throbbing. She heard soothing sweet nothings near her ears, but it wasn't useful to her—she was shaking all over and all she wanted to do was crawl into her bed and never wake up.

"It's okay now," Shouto was saying as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Everything's fine. You were so brave."

Y/N flushed the toilet and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. On her knees, she turned to face Shouto, who was also kneeling on the dark tiled floor. Only then, did she realize how battered he was. She brought a shaky hand to his bleeding cheek.