Remember When? // T. Muichiro x m!Reader

Remember When? // T. Muichiro x m!Reader

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Modern!au. Where Muichiro and Y/N were childhood best friends, but everything took a turn for the worst when Muichiro's family died in a car crash, making him move with in his uncles in a different city. The tragedy leaves Y/N all alone to reminisce about their time together and discover he's had always feelings for the other boy for a long time, and depending on fate to bring them back together, as they struggle with their daily lives, both having a traumatic past to recover from. Fluff/Angst story. Fanfiction will touch subjects that might be sensitive to readers, please proceed within caution as it is difficult to narrate down what could be triggering in each paragraph as if could be very subtle or a comment from a piece of dialoge
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⤷ The truth, once it begins to surface, doesn't ask for permission. 𝙈𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙊 𝙏𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙏𝙊 has no past. Only fragments. Faces without names. Feelings without reasons. The world drifts around him like mist, untouchable and far away, and he moves through it without purpose. He is a shadow shaped by silence, a boy unbothered by the void of what was lost. The fog of his memories never asks to be cleared, so he never tries. But silence is fragile. And lately, it's been cracking. Something is shifting-softly, slowly. Fragments begin to stir. A voice, a glance, the echo of a laugh. Familiar in a way that frightens him. Emotions bloom where emptiness once lived.

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