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TALK TALK ft. mizuki akiyama

pairing, mizuki akiyama x fem! reader writing, 1st person perspective of the reader notes, MIZUKI5 SOBS LIKE A CHILD HOLY SHIT. this is supposed to be a remake of an old mizuki fic that i did on my old acc, kudos if you remembered lol.

“Hi, it’s Mizuki! Can’t come to the phone obviously! So why would you leave a message right after the beep, won’t ya?”

Time passed away 5 years ago. Emphasis on the years part.

Being all organised and sharp downgraded massively by the time university decided to arrive. No more continuing to be something you’re clearly not, Mizuki once stated when we faced high school. Truth is, the act of perfection struck directly through my heart when we were so young to even be perfect. I was pretending to be something I’m clearly not.

We turned out to be grown now, we’ve grown ourselves out of boredom so much that we drifted. Drifted out and off everyone around us. And it pains and strikes faithfully; the pain almost tasted like pure yet scruffed blood which still dare ran with our veins. Veins that yet attached us truthfully.

And it still hurts so badly.

Between us, the awkward smiles and conversations lingered us both in the tongue, with forced laughter and childish gestures reawakened our once intertwined souls endlessly.

Too bad we couldn’t be those kids again.

Even the sound of their name never failed to shred tears behind fake eyes, recalling back to the times where linking arms were often and normalised, giving fashion guidance by yours truly and sharing an ice cream cone with the boiling summer — that was the ideal dream.

We grew up to be two different people together, we discovered. Different views of the world, different reactions to everything and everyone, different ways to approach the said people.

Maybe we were just not meant to be.

The back of your throat felt like nails scratching against a classroom blackboard and a murder being discovered in a blender together; nothing but a pure, graphic mess. Maybe the scream was so overbearing that the sound of it felt like you really were stabbing by a knife. Screaming rose up to grasping your neck rapidly. Air, you need it, but you don’t want it, you need Mizuki badly.

You never heard of her ever again after the festival in Kamiyama. The rooftop up there permanently became closed and Ena was petrified. Trust me, we all were.

Did you ever blamed yourself for Mizuki’s disappearance? That’s a good question, a question that the next life could only answer.

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TOO SILENT FOR MY TASTE ft. MAFUYU ASAHINA

words, 612 pairing, mafuyu asahina x fem! reader writing, short story/fanfic extras, i’m editing my whole acc layout for my upcoming works in here ignore lol

No one wanted to speak.

It was simple etiquette to disturb someone for your own benefits and preferences. The girl with h/c hair locks loved to listen and sway to music whenever her heart desires; the simplicity of the music notes reinvented her mind casually with the passive-aggressive lyrics sewed directly into her brain.

Mafuyu, however, was different. Yes, she often indulged herself into the world of music, but only for the principle of desperation. Elements of pure freedom and despair made her whole, with mixtures of azure and violet irises gazing towards her every, eminent performances in the midst of her room. Now she realized that trying to get work done became futile, especially when songs like Les by Childish Gambino and Static by Steve Lacy blasted in awe from the very vinyl player she bought for Y/N for her 18th birthday.

Looking back at the memory, she deeply regrets buying such item, even for someone she majorly loves.

She was plainly bored (scratch that, she was practically fatigued by now) of her lack of creativity she manifested at night. After her archery club after school, the meeting with Nightcord at 25, you could say that her sessions at 2:00am to 4:00am were to resourceful and profitable towards the group, and now, she cannot write a single verse, let alone a lyric?

And the crumpled up sheets of paper that stacked the metallic, mini bin under her desk started to overflow, and so did her emotions on a single notebook.

But by the time that her music stopped just for a minute, Y/N now was aware of the sudden and reserved silence from Mafuyu as her eyes just lifelessly glinted at her page full of scribbles. Well, who knew that the Mafuyu Asahina was incapable of writing lyrics when she’s was a natural at the creativity with a lack of energy.

And there she was now, face to face with Mafuyu who’s facial features were carefully concentrated with the pen ink splattered all over her hands.

“Mafuyu, maybe it’s time to have a break. Come with me.” but she was given back nothing from her. Asahina, who is incapable of tears, sat in despair as a single teardrop ran down her face; revealing not only herself with a line of no makeup but a snippet of her hidden feelings. Some feelings that were too raw to be exposed and discovered for anyone to see, or even understand.

In truthfulness, Mafuyu held on to a mask by her hand for too long, it became a routine for her — an unhealthy one by the fact.

The stops between herself and the girl with the bedroom and vinyls had her thinking of conflict in the head and the tension between the two strangely shook Mafuyu to the core. All anxiety though, has risen away when Y/N gently tugged her by the sleeve and carefully caressed the outlines of the face to connect the lips together.

She was kissing her lightly, nothing more than a peck on those rose tinted gloss marked Mafuyu’s natural and raw lips. Flustered or not, her plum eyes met yet again with e/c eyes that mirrored her once of a lifetime beams of innocent joy and thrill.

“Look Mafuyu, I can’t be too sure if I’m the person that is able to save you, but when you’re saved from your feelings, I promise you that I will be there by your side no matter what.” Mafuyu was speechless when those words feel out of Y/N’s mouth.

Yes, she was sure that her girlfriend was different from her but yes, she knew when to put her differences in order to be sure.

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