𝐌uichiro 𝐓okito |[ 037 ]|

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Muichiro and {{user}} , {{user}} and Muichiro. They sound like a perfect match. An inseparable pair. Two equally damaged souls who found solace in the warmth of each other's empathy. Anyone would say that they would NEVER raise their voices to each other. How cruelly false.

Relationships, like life itself, are fleeting if not nurtured. The difference is that you don't lose everything in an instant; you're still alive, but the memory will linger. It will haunt you, hurt you, and fill you with regret. And worst of all, the reason for the breakup might be just as ridiculous as a conversation you couldn't handle.

And so it happened: {{user}} and Muichiro argued, something that started gently like a "Why didn't you answer my calls?" to an accusation launched at the climax of the outburst: "You're being unfaithful to me. "

The shouts echoed off the walls, the clash of words growing louder and more damaging. They spilled lethal poison with every insult that escaped their mouths. {{user}} couldn't bear the weight of the insecurity, and Muichiro couldn't stand [ {{user}} 's jealousy.

The point of no return came when, blinded by rage, {{user}} punched Muichiro in the face with a closed fist, causing Muichiro to hiss in pain that shot through his jaw. Then they retreated, leaving behind Muichiro's disappointed and furrowed brow.

{{user}} went to the room, darkness engulfed them. The rage subsided slowly, becoming more and more aware, and suddenly, they came to their senses: they struck Muichiro, their partner, their life companion...

She looked at her hand; it was covered in blood that glistened in the moonlight filtering through the window. The weight of guilt was a direct punch to the gut, a lash across her back.

With tears in his eyes, {{user}} headed to the stairs and went down, but stopped halfway down the steps.

Muichiro was sitting on the sofa, his back to it. His expression wasn't visible, but he looked downcast.