Miritama Angst

Chapter 5

Tamaki's POV--

Nejire agreed to be with me when I break up with him. I didn't know how I'd do it without her. 

I'd probably cave and not break it off. 

I had texted Kiyoshi to come to my dorm where I sat anxiously with Nejire. She was calming me down, telling me that it's fine. 

"Where did you get that concealer? It's not going away despite your tears," She commented, trying to lift the mood. I sighed softly. 

"C-can I tell you s-something without you t-telling anybody e-else?" I stuttered, gripping my shirt softly. 

"Of course!" She smiled. I breathed deeply, calming myself down. 

I then brought out a makeup remover wipe. I turned away from her and wipe the makeup off. 

The very thought of showing her this makes me shiver, makes me want to curl up and cry. But I need to trust her. We've known each other since middle school. 

I turned back around, looking at my lap to afraid to meet her eyes. She gasped softly, her hands covering her mouth. 

"Did Kiyoshi...?"

I nodded. 

Bruises ran along my face, my cheeks, my neck and so on. Kiyoshi got angry a lot. 

She wrapped me up in a hug just as I heard the door start to open. I jumped out of Nejire's arms, turning to the door anxiously. 

There stood Kiyoshi. He was smirking slightly, but I saw it fall when he saw Nejire. 

"You needed something Tamaki?" He grunted, shutting the door behind him. Again he glanced at Nejire, almost... Almost lustfully. 

"I-I..." I stammered, feeling tears already start to bubble up. Nejire rubbed my back, trying to comfort me. I breathed deeply, collecting myself. 

I looked up to him, mustering all the confidence I could. 

"I-I'm B-breaking up-up with y-you," I stammered, squeezing my arms. His face twisted into a glare. 

"Who said you could do that?" He asked, his voice laced with anger. Fear seized me. What if he hurts me? What if he hurts Nejire? 

"Y-you ch-cheated on m-me," I couldn't hold eye contact. 

I felt a hand grab my hair and lift me up off the bed. I heard Nejire shout. My head hurt. 

"How about we just talk about it, okay? I'm sure your lovely friend would love to chat to," I knew what he's implying. As much as I couldn't stand up for myself, I wouldn't let anybody lay a finger on Nejire. 

Tears pricked my eyes as I shot my foot out, kicking him in the crotch. I can't let him hurt Nejire. He fell to the ground, letting my go as I stumbled back onto my bed. Nejire's face was twisted into one of anger. 

She pulled out her phone. She pulled it up to her ear, maintaining eye contact with Kiyoshi. 

"Hello? 911? There's a man assaulting my friend and I," Just as she finished off her sentence Kiyoshi stood up and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

"I can't believe my bluff worked," Nejire gasped, setting her phone down on the bed. Sure enough she hadn't dialed the police. 

"What are you going to do now?" She asked, concern etched into her voice. I'd already dumped a butt load of secrets on her today. Should I reveal more or will it only drag her down more? 

"U-uh... Do you kn-know if M-mirio's dating a-anyone?" I stammered, my face flushing red. Her eyes lit up and she bounced on her bed. 

"No he isn't, and I'm pretty sure he's bi!" She exclaimed, stars in her eyes. I knew I shouldn't have. 

"When will you ask him out?" She asked, finally settling on my bed. 

"I don't know... It was hard enough to keep Kiyoshi from my parents, I think Mirio will be even harder," I murmured. She slumped back down, nodding solemnly. 

It wasn't news in our friend group that my parent's are homophobic. They'd even said that if I turned out gay they would disown me. That was a fun little tid bit for a nine year old who had feelings for his best friend. 

I sunk onto my knees. The days event were catching up to me and it wasn't even three yet. 

"How about this, you have enough money to support yourself, yes?" She asked. I nodded slightly. 

"And you got a scholarship," She noted, lifting up to fingers. She lifted up a third, "And Mirio's looking for a roommate." 

I looked at her quizzically. 

"What does that all have to do with anything?" I asked. She smiled brightly. 

"You're safe to come out to your parents now!" She exclaimed, a large grin on her face. I stumbled away from her. 

"B-but...." I had no response. There was absolutely no reason to keep it secret anymore. I had a stable job, I had a room if Mirio was okay with it, and I already have a free college ride. 

"W-would M-mirio be ok-okay with rooming w-with me?" I stammered shakily. 

"Of course!" 

With a deep breath to bury my anxieties and nodded slowly. 

"I'll tell them tomorrow," I responded shakily. 

"Sleepover tonight then!" She exclaimed, despite my protests. 

She shot a quick text to Mirio. As much as I'd done today, as much as I'd been hurt, the idea of having Mirio next to me as we play video games or watch a movie makes my heart flutter. 

I shot up suddenly, remembering the state of my face. I ran into the bathroom, pulling out the concealer and messily putting it on. 

"You're not ready to tell him?" Nejire asked sadly from the doorway. I turned to her. 

"I-I don't w-want him t-to know j-just yet..." I stammered, finishing off the makeup. 

When I looked in the mirror my eyes were red and puffy, but other than that I looked normal. Thank goodness. 

Just as I was about to leave the bathroom Nejire blocked my path. She shoved some sort of fluffy clothing item in my arms. Where the hell did she get this? 

"What-?" She shut the door in my face, and I heard a faint shuffling. 

I looked at the clothing in my arms, but immediately felt myself flush. What even is this!?

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This cliff hanger isn't as bad