H e a r t ♡ S h a p e d ♡ C h e r r y -- { J o t a K a k } (DISCONTINUED)

{ T h e O p p o s i t e o f L o v e }

Kakyoin knew the opposite of love.

It was hate.

Everybody knew it was hate.

He knew who to hate, and who not to hate.

He should hate someone who broke his rib.

He should hate someone who called him a sick bastard.

He should hate someone who insulted him.

And yet, Kakyoin didn't.

Instead, it was quite the opposite.

He loved them.

Them...he thought. I...I should hate them. I should hate him...

I should hate Jotaro.

"But I can't," he whispered, his head buried into his knees. "I can't stop thinking about him. He's so...nice...so handsome...so strong...so emotional...he's everything that makes me have to hate him. Why?"
"...why do I love him? He broke my rib, called me weak and a sick bastard, yet I still..."

Suddenly, a thought started to form in his head.
"I..."
"Wait...why...why do I have to...hate him..?"
"Why do I have to lie to him..and...insult him..?"
"Why...why do I have to push him away...?"

I don't.
I don't need to be aggressive.
I need to...

The redhead quickly got up from his spot. "I need to apologize."

"Jotaro...Jotaro...I'm so sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry-"
Kakyoin ran into someone.

"What the fuck—"

"Huh...?"

Jotaro was surprised before he scowled. "What?"

"J-Jotaro! ...I...I'm..." his breath almost caught in his throat. "I'm..so...so..."

"What–" the other boy was confused at his loss for words.

"I'm..sorry..."

"Oh?" Jotaro took a moment to understand. "Oh?"

"Wha-What?"

"That's how it is now, hm?"

"What do you..mean...?"

"Doesn't this situation seem familiar?" Jotaro's voice had toxicity laced into it. "Cause it sure does to me."

"I don't...get..."

"Then maybe you'll remember from this."
Jotaro raised his hand, and promptly slapped him. It was hard, cold.
To Kakyoin, it hurt more than his rib being broken.
..not really, but he wanted to cry.

Now he remembered.
That's how he treated him.
That's how it felt to him.

And, damn, he didn't like the feeling.

"It takes a moment, huh?" Jotaro hissed out, "The pain, it stings like hell, huh?"

Noriaki stayed silent, his hand over his cheek.

"Maybe I should've added a kiss too, who fucking knows?"

"I..."

"Maybe I should even punch you to reenact that fight."

"I-I'm..."

"Or, hell, I should annoy you half to death with myths, then say 'I'm so glad this brought us together,' and immediately go back on that after."

"Jotaro, I'm s..."
Kakyoin could barely speak.

"What?"

"...I'm sorry..."

"You're sorry? Hah. Hahaha...." Jotaro pulled his hat over his eyes. "I was sorry, wasn't I?"
"I cried for you, twice, and now you think you can say sorry? What right do you think you have to apologize to me after being a bitch? You're funny. Real. Fucking. Funny."

"I-I know what I did wasn't right, I just--" Noriaki tried to defend himself, but his voice was slowly deteriorating. "I didn't...I d-didn't know how to react-"

"So you decided to fucking abuse me with it? And here I thought you were more reasonable than me," the taller teen turned his head.

"I...didn't..want to.."

"Like hell you didn't want to."

"I-I...needed to hide..."

"Hide what?"

"Hide...my feelings...f-for...you..."

Jotaro's expression showed surprise, but only for a heartbeat, before it turned to one of hatred. 

"..you disgust me."