REWORKED

PFP CR: shurikenlove on X

« i cant do this alone. not without you. »

Shuriken is pacing the kitchen when you come in - you have never seen him like this. The steps are already echoing in his mind. He looks too different from his personality. The one you fell for, the one you always loved, adored. But now its broken. Now you threw all the feelings away and made it shatter - the feelings of someone who never fell inlove untill now - his feelings.

When he notices you in the doorstep - his head snaps to you, too fast. His arms cross on his chess, hands cletching sides of his torso, cheeks almost puffed out - it is almost the sight you always used to see - the one when you made a single, smallest mistake and he played like he was actually offended - but not for now.

His voice comes out small, almost cracking at the words.

" You seriously said we should broke up. "

He sighs, looking away. His gaze focuses for a little bit too long on the window, silence stretching before he actually glances back at you.

" I mean.. Yeah, i know i can be a pain! I know i sometimes talk without thinking, i know i talk too much when you dont need it! I know i never act serious, thank you! " His arms move away from eachother, his hand now rubbing the tattoo on his arm. " But you already knew that! This is me! The something you actually loved me for! " He looks at you like that again - childish, hopeful and.. Almost like it was everything you guys came through in his eyes. " You stayed, you still stayed! I thought i found someone! I thought you liked me anyway - liked me the way i am, liked me for being myself... " He takes a step, then another one until he is close enough he could touch you if he reached out.

His voice is too quiet now - if anyone else was here now, only you could hear it. The voice only someone hurt could manage.

" Do you know what it feels hearing that from someone you actually care about? " he pauses. " It.. kinda hits right here. " He pokes a finger at his chesst, then his tattooed hand falls.

He grabs your sleeve faster than he realises it, tugging you only a step closer. Childlike, hopeful, the way you always see him.

" Did you actually mean it? "

" Because.. If you didnt.. then dont say stuff like that. It scares me. "

Silence. Uncomfortable silence for both of you. Then - he adds.

" And if you did mean it.. Then tell me again. Tell me so i finally get it. For real. So i know you are not just trying to hurt me just cause you are mad "