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Naegami- Freezing and hopeless ❄

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Makotos POV ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

'.....he's gone...'

...

'......why couldn't I protect him.......'

. . . .

'........cold.......'

Sobs filled the room that once occupied a pair of lovers that huddled together, sharing their strength against the despair around them.

Clutching the soft, cotton bedsheets Makoto wept. He had barely left his room since they found his boyfriends dead body pinned against the wall of the library. It was an open and shut case, the trial was fast and the culprit obvious. Despite Kirigiris concerns of the case being too simple and Tokos clear love for Byakuya, it was indeed Tokos twisted other side.

"Serves him right. How dare he try imitating my art and putting blame on me. Besides, it was an act of love. Now me and my master will be connected in heaven, forever! Without you little pathetic worm trying to steal him from me! Kyahaha-"

She was cut off by blunt force, Naegi couldn't stand her behavior anymore. Everyone knew just how close Makoto and Byakuys truly were, and the heir had opened up to all of them, starting to learn to be kinder. If only they had known that his kindness towards everyone, including Toko, would've been his downfall.

Silence filled the room as Genocider Syo fell to the ground from the punch, despite his weak figure and hope for everyone the lucky student had so much hatred in his heart he just couldn't hold back. The others stepped in to stop it from escalating, Kirigiri stepping to the side to speak to Naegi despite the bears protests. But Makotos light had escaped from his eyes at that point. It was too late to help him anyway.

His sunshine was no more.

And without his sunshine.

He was

Cold.

Freezing, to be exact.

But despite everything, no matter how many layers he wore, how many hugs he got or how snuggled up he was in his blankets he always felt stranded, alone and cold. Naegi could feel his fingertips and ears in pain from the low temperature, yet the feeling seemed to emit from his insides.

The male was supposed to be asleep but the thoughts were so... Loud. They were unclear and confusing. Out of order and just terrible. He hated thinking about what happened. But desipite the rambling of his thoughts, his emptiness and pain... Makoto got up from bed. God knows what time it was but he wandered over to the closet, hands reached out in front of him. The hot tears staining his cheeks once again he tore the closet door open, pulling something out of the closet.

Throwing his jacket and hoodie to the ground, he instead very carefully slipped into Byakuyas old suit. Despite the thin, gentle fabric he felt
...
Warmth. It made him sob and break down all over again. You could feel that the fabric was expensive, being slightly stretchy and sewn to withstand a lot, but of course there were rips all over it due to the lovely blondes untimely demise.

But still. He felt. Warm. Cozy. It smelled so pleasant and yet it tore his heart apart. In that moment he just hated the painful existence he was in, and yet resented himself for having given up so quickly. But his sunshine was no more. And his soul had no reason to go on.

♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ Im sorry. ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Sidenote from the author; dont forget to check in on every single person in your life, no matter if you hate them or how fine they seem. Everyone needs help sometimes, be it that bully thats mean to you for no reason or the friend everyone in the group relies on for mental support. It can make a huge difference.