9 ᴘᴍ II ᴍɪᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜰꜰ

7-ᴘᴏʟᴀʀᴏɪᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ

"I'm so sick of myself, rather be rather be, anyone anyone else."

Lyrics: Jealousy, jealousy

Yoshie's POV:

Hiss

I flinched at the feeling of the ice pack pressed against my right cheek, clenching my fists that were resting on my lap and curling up my toes, I avoided Mitsuya's gaze on me and looked around my room,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" He gave me a warm yet small smile, patting my head with his free hand, I smiled back while trying not to come off as rude, after all, he was treating my wounds, in my room, on my bed, sigh...

"It's okay it's just... a bit cold" I chuckled, feeling my cheek soon go numb from the coldness, hearing the other boys talk loudly in the living room, probably alongside my brother, who loved them very much.

With the window slightly open, the cold wind made shivers run down my spine, pulling the covers up and wrapping them around my body, I rest my chin on my knees, scooting closer to him and pressing my cheek against the ice pack.

He lifted his other hand, resting his palm on my left cheek while caressing it, "you're cold, is this better?" my eyes widened a bit at his touch, feeling my cheeks heat up, I look away while gulping, "Y-yea it's fine..." wrapping my arms around myself, looking down at my toes sticking out the covers, "Thank you for treating my wounds, you really didn't have to"

I take a glance at him only to see him staring at me with the softest expression, making me blush even more, I hugged my knees closer to my chest and wait for his response, "What's your favorite color, Yoshie-kun?" raising my eyebrow slightly at him, I gave him a confused expression before saying:

"Purple" what? No- last time I checked I didn't have a favorite color, but my mouth just acted on itself and I'm honestly confused at my own words, seeing his lips curl up in a grin, He nods his head and pulls the ice pack away from my cheek, "Right, thank you for telling me"