EraserMic Oneshots

Regrets

This is pt. 2 of Memories that were requested. It ended up being more that 3k word which is a lot longer than I planned but oh well.
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Cold. His apartment felt cold. Empty and cold, like he wasn't supposed to be there. The evening sun shone through his window and made a square of light in the middle of the floor. In an attempt to feel better, Hizashi sat down on the floor in the middle of the light square letting the sun warm his skin. He was hoping it would help him feel warmer, more at home.

It didn't help. Of course it didn't. The cold wasn't from the temperature and the emptiness wasn't from the lack of furniture. It just felt wrong to be there alone. As he sat on the floor watching the sun go down, Hizashi realized he hadn't been in his apartment alone in a long time. Normally, he would be over at Shouta's, or Shouta would be here with him. Sometimes Oboro and Midnight came over, but mostly it was just him and Shouta, like it had been for the past six years. It had always been Hizashi and Shouta, Shouta and Hizashi, never one without the other, and now ... now Hizashi's apartment felt empty because it now only housed half a person.

Hizashi didn't know how long he sat on the floor, but the sun had set and the room was now dark. The screen on his phone lit up with a notification and Hizashi glanced over at where it laid beside him on the floor. It was a notification from Instagram, someone had liked his photo, and he was about to dismiss it when he saw who had liked the picture: Shouta. Shouta had liked his Instagram photo.

Carefully he picked up the phone from the floor and stared at it in case he had read the username wrong. He quickly unlocked it and opened instagram, a million thought racing through his mind. Why would Shouta like his photo? Had he moved on already? Did he want him back? It was just a picture of him with some friends-

Then his eyes landed on the little square that showed the picture Shouta had liked and he froze for a second. The picture he had liked wasn't his most recent one, rather the opposite. Hizashi clicked to open the picture and his heart ached at the memory. Shouta had taken that picture of him, back in the day when they barely knew each other, when their friendship was still a blank sheet of paper. That was almost ten year ago now. A decade... they had known each other for a decade and now it was all over.

Tears started to press behind his eyes, but he blinked hard to stop them. He was not going to cry, he couldn't. He had made the choice to break up with Shouta. It had been the right decision, it had to be, even though it made him feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. It had been the right choice, because there were no way Shouta would ever forgive him anyway.

At least that's what Hizashi was trying to tell himself. The last four days had consisted of Hizashi trying to distract himself from the pain, convincing himself that he had made the right choice and that every breakup hurts. However, in the end there were still strings of doubt pulling at his heart whenever he thought of Shouta.

And now, Shouta had liked this photo from years ago, and Hizashi wasn't sure what that meant. Was it some kind of passive aggressive move to attack him? Or maybe it was Shouta trying to get him to remember what they once had. That thought lit a spark in Hizashi's heart, but he quickly shoved it away. He couldn't let himself think like that. It was over between them, they had broken up. He had broken up with Shouta. There were no Shouta & Hizashi anymore, just emptiness, a person-shaped hole in his heart.

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A few days later Oboro invited himself over after being concerned when Hizashi hadn't answered any of his texts. Truth be told, Hizashi hadn't wanted to talk to anyone and had spent the last week or so in bed, buried under pillows and blankets.

"Dude, you look awful," Oboro said when Hizashi opened the door.

"Wow, thanks man," Hizashi said, stepping aside to let the other in. The blond was only a little offended by that statement because honestly, he knew he looked awful. He hadn't showered in days, his hair was down and not in its usual updo and his eyes were ever redder than Shouta's used to be.