There is no need for you to wear your bandages anymore.
What are you going to do about the club?
Hitoshi, my work is relocating.
You hold yourself back from spitting out your drink.
Where is your homework, Y/l/n?
You clutch onto the end of your sleeves.
Mori Is Calling
You stare at the glowing screen, sending him to voice-mail. You throw your phone across the room and face-plant onto your bed.
You stare at the Promise Ring.
Hitoshi, Mori tells me you haven't been answering his calls.
You press your hands against your head and pace around your room.
You'll make new friends, now come on. This is your last appointment with him before we leave next month. I'll be waiting out here.
Where's Hitoshi been?
I miss Hito-chan...
I hope everything is alright.
Is everything alright?
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You're curled up in a ball on your bed, head tucked into knees.
You listen to Michael's muffled words coming from downstairs.
"Sorry, ??? ??? ???...."
You've stopped caring.
.
.
.
You see your phone flashing Mori's name from the floor across the room.
It fades away.
It now beams with a message.
Just, Stop.
JE LEEST
"Takashi's Type" Host ~ Takashi x Reader / Mori x Reader
Fanfictie*edit* No more updates. Please enjoy what I was able to write. ~A Takashi/Mori x Reader~ You are Hitoshi Y/l/n, a girl with a boy's name. It means Tolerant. Who knew your Dad would have picked the most befitting name for you. No one but you...
