Historias de Yoshidayuki

In those journal pages Mafuyu wrote, there was always something he would say to Yoshida Yuki. [yukimafu]

Before It's Too Late . . . Just a Short Story Where Mafuyu Went to Yuki's Grave Without Uenoyama's Knowledge.Time Skipped After They Live Together Since 3 Years Ago and Uenoyama Busy With His Works From University. . . . Warning ⚠️ • Bad Grammar • Bad Storyline • OOC [ Hng, Maybe? ] • CRINGE DON'T BULLY ME 😔

I was an Honor student, and many has high expectations from me. And above all, I never liked Music. The loud mixed sounds made by the instruments that always gives me chills down my spine every time it hits my ears, I just don't like it. As an Honor student, it bothers me every time those irritating sounds play, distracting me from my peaceful study. But that changed when something happened to my brother. My brother who I adored so much. Who died because of some stupid argument. I witnessed a crying shame that winter morning. The sight of my brother who was hanging from the ceiling and his lover staring at his lifeless body, clutching his guitar until the string broke. It was a sight I could never forget. He was the one that gave me light in my darkest days. He was the one that lifted me up when I was so down. He was the one that helped me when I am in need. He was the one that fixed me up when I was in the brink of breaking down. But I paid him no mind, him and his loud music, when he was asking for help with money. I ignored him when he was failing academics. I ignored him when he was drinking his woes away. Where was I when he needed me the most? If only I were a better brother who he can rely, All of this wouldn't happen.