Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada have been engaged for 3 years before Hizashi took a job opportunity in America. Hizashi left, promising to return to Shota. But after 15 years Shota has given up on life. He becomes sucidal and a acholic. He pushes a...
What did I just do? I cant do this. I began to pace the room, shaking my head. He's just abandon me again. I cant give in. I walk over to the closet, pulling out a box. Why does he keep coming back? I hold back a sob as I open the box, revealing everything that reminds me of him. I pick up his leather jacket, tears filling my eyes. I dropped it and hid my face in my hands. Knock, knock, knock. "Sho? I, um, was wondering if you wanted some takeout? I'm paying." Hizashis voice came from the other side of the door. I wiped my tears and opened the door.
Hizashis p.o.v.
The door opened. I smile, not getting one in return. I notice a box behind Shota and... is that my jacket?! He follows my gaze, quickly moving in the way. "Sure, whatever" he mumbles, closing the door. I walk back to my room. After giving the person on the phone our address, I toss my phone on the bed. I stared at my wallet before picking it up, pulling out the photo I had from high school.
3rd p.o.v.
Hizashi sighed, looking at the photo. Him, Shota and Oboro were sitting on the stairs at school. Nemuri had taken the photo without them knowing. He remembered the joke he had told Oboro.
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He layed on the bed, a tear rolling down his face. Will our friendship ever go back to normal? He thought to himself. He soon fell asleep, clutching the photograph in his hands.
Sorry I haven't been posting a lot. School is starting soon and I'm trying to get ready for basketball tryouts. I'm a nervous wreck.
