Strawberry Skies || Ishimondo Angsty Fluff

Chapter 5 - The Fight

‼️‼️‼️TW!! MENTION OF S//CIDE ‼️‼️‼️

Taka POV

As i leave the library, i take my phone out of my pocket and message Mukuro.

Kiyotaka:
Hello! This is Kiyotaka from homeroom, is this Mukuro Ikusaba?

Mukuro ☺︎︎:
Yes! Nice talking with you, Ishimaru! When do you wanna meet up? I'm available any day of the week except Saturday, i have to help Junko out.. with homework

Kiyotaka:
Ah okay then! Are you comfortable going friday? We get our dorms tomorrow and I assume it's going to take a while to get everything in. Does that sound good?

Mukuro ☺︎︎:
Yes!! See you then Ishimaru! :D

I smile at the text, sigh and close my eyes. It's such a relief that we can finally make amends.

Mukuro and i dated for about.. 2 years. What caused us to break up?

simple.

I had tried to end my life. I had nothing to live for. The thoughts, the horrible thoughts had finally gotten to me.

he did it to you because you were a weak vulnerable child. you deserved it. you deserve every horrible thing coming to you. you've done nothing good in your life, so why not end it? it's not like anyone will miss you. cmon' do it! jump off!! all you've ever been was a nuisance. a burden. an annoying child. hurry up and do it. do it. do it. do it. do it. do it.

I got rid of most of my stuff. Wrote goodbye letters, quit my part-time job as a newspaper boy, sold my phone... and i broke up with her.

She reacted as you'd expect. Angry and Upset.
heartbroken.

"HOW COULD YOU?? AFTER EVERYTHING WE"VE BEEN THROUGH!!" "ISHIMARU WHY?? EXPLAIN TO ME, WHY????" "YOU CANT LEAVE ME, IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS!!!!"

i felt bad. truly horrible. i didn't like seeing her like that. and the worst part was.. i couldn't even tell her why. so i just stood there, receiving all the backlash. like some—stupid empty husk.

i had officially lost the only person I....
loved.

It feels weird even saying it now. Love. I haven't felt that in so... long.

Of course, people can say that they love you, but do you ever know if they're telling the truth? lying isn't that hard. pretending as if nothing happened isn't either. which is probably why he did it.

I shake my head and open my eyes, only to see a tall man—no, tall teenager.

Black cloak with golden writing, a tank top which outlined every feature of his chest to his torso, dark baggy pants, light lilac eyes, and a blondish burnt orange pompadour.

Before i had time to move out of the way, we bumped into eachother.

I fall back, hitting my head on the floor, as my stuff flew everywhere.

"Dude what the hell???" A voice yelled from above.

Everything was fuzzy, i could barely see a thing.