Yoshie's POV:
"What? You're quitting?" My coach stood there, in front of me, his eyes wide open, dumbfounded, this news was probably a shock to him, considering I was one of his best students, I bowed and held my hands together behind my back, "I'm sorry I came to visit in such a late hour, but I was thinking it was important for you to know" He rubbed the back of his neck, frowning his eyebrows,
"But- what made you want to take this decision? You're the most passionate one in the club, that was very unexpected..." He mumbled, his voice showing sadness, disappointment, I felt guilty, apologetic, but regret is a learning tool. We let it educate us so that we can move on to a better future.
"I had one of the most wonderful days here with you, coach, and I'm very appreciative to everything you have taught me, from self-defense to good manners, you're like a second father to me, thank you, but as I'm growing, time is getting a little bit tight, and I'm glad I only got to quit after reaching the very end" I smiled, holding my black belt close to my chest, meaning every word that came out of my lips, and I made it loud and clear, "No need to thank me, Yoshie, I'm proud of you for coming this far" He patted my head then put his hand on my shoulder, smiling kindly at me, "Just make sure to memorize everything you learned the past couple of years, you don't want all of that to go to waste, do you?"
I snickered and shook my head, "Of course not, that's the last thing that could happen", after chit-chatting for a couple more minutes, I bid my coach goodbye, it's not like we were never going to see each other again, but it felt so weird to have any other conversation that wasn't related to the martial art I was practicing...
"I'm counting on you to remove that mask eventually! You can't keep on wearing it forever!" I heard him yell from afar, and I turn my head back to face him and waved, "Let's hope that'll be the case!" I yelled back, earning a thumbs-up from him as he returned to his apartment.
I smiled to myself and took my mask off, it was already pitch black, so there was no need for it, I take out my phone from my sweat's pocket, turning it on only for the bright light to blind me for a split second, I groan, turning down the brightness, "10:45 PM... I should get home quickly, I hope Shuji is home, instead of being in some stupid gang fights, plus he hardly wins" a long sigh escaped my rosy cold lips, feeling frustrated and tired, I drag my feet back home, knowing that the moment I twist the doorknob, I'll be greeted by none other than the deadly silence and the pitch-black rooms, that somehow, seemed comforting.
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My bedroom was just tidy enough to show that I cared about the space I spent most of my time in, lying on my bed, facing the ceiling with a stoic expression, my mind went blank, and not a single thought accrued, and that felt more like peace when you're so used to your brain thinking so much and overreacting to the smallest details when you wish you can just pass out for a few hours, as much as I wanted to enjoy this precious moment, there was one person that I couldn't help but think about.
I held my phone and scrolled to my contacts, "Shu...Ji.." pressing on his name, I slid my phone next to my ear, waiting for him to pick up my calls, only for him to hang up on me, confused and surprised, I was about to call him once again but the sound of the door unlocking caught my attention, "I'm home."He said nonchalantly, and I hurried out of my room, facing him with arms crossed, the sound of his snickers slipping on the floor while he took them off without bothering to untie his shoelaces killed the dreadful silence that filled the room, "It's past midnight, where were you?"
His face was visibly bruised, scratches here and there, but nothing that I haven't seen before, grabbing the bandages out of my pocket that I already prepared before he arrived, I waited for his answer,
"You know, fights and shit..." My brother was never the vocal person, well, next to me, communication wasn't really a thing between us, but I always made sure he was healthy, ate well, and attended his classes, I gestured for him to sit down on the kitchen counter and he did as I told him, he must be drained seeing that he isn't objecting or arguing, "I told you to quit the fighting and that stupid gang, you gain nothing from it but get injured, and I'm the one who gets to treat you almost every night... thank god mom taught me how at least"
As I lean in to wipe the blood out of the cut on his cheek, he flinches and frowns at me, "No one forced you to do this, you're the one who insists every time, I gave up on arguing with you about it long ago" He raised his voice at me slightly, but I overlooked it, "It's for your own good, and just because I'm insisting on treating your wounds, that doesn't mean you should keep on fighting"
The rest of the night went on, each one of us in their bedrooms with closed doors, and as usual, I was on my bed, back resting on the wall while I stare out the window, preparing myself for another sleepless night, I stare at my reflection on the window, noticing the purple-ish dark circles under my eyes, the acne scars that started to look more and more like freckles,
an idea popped up in my head and sit up, grabbing my laptop and putting it on my thighs, turning it on, since I'm most likely to stay up all night again, why not google how to get rid of eye bags overnight? will it work? who cares?
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"Goodmorning Mom" I rubbed my eyes, dragging my feet that weren't fully in my fluffy slippers, the sunlight blinding my hazel eyes and I hurry to find a spot where it couldn't reach me, "Good morning sweety," She says softly to me, pecking my forehead as I sit up on the kitchen counter while she makes us scrambled eggs,
The reason why I only get to see my mom every morning is that she is a surgeon that works overnight and takes most of the shifts, to pay up for the rent and our necessities, our father isn't present and I think that is for the best, shaking my head, I force myself back to reality and shoo away all the bad memories.
We don't want to have any more flashbacks, do we?
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Fanfiction- "9 PM, it's 9 PM, it's time for you to leave." We shouldn't be this kind of tired at our age, but here we are, what a surprise... - - - A Mitsuya Takashi X OC fanfiction, I hope you like it!
