w h e n i t r a i n s
gn!reader x aizawa shouta (mha)
tw: very much angst + mentions of death + depression + suicidal tendencies + alcoholism + unrequited love
word count: 1.0k
a/n: To the lovely anon who enjoyed this story, I hope you’d like this too. And for you guys who haven’t read part one, read it here: Stay
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The rain hadn’t stopped since that fateful day, just like the storm in his heart that kept tearing him apart. It felt like he was drowning in the void, and he couldn’t break the surface no matter what he did. He had lost all the fight in him. The guilt was eating him alive, and the harsh whispers in his ears constantly reminded him of who he was: a failure.
His apartment was no better, reflecting the state of his mind — empty beer bottles and cigarette packs were among the piles of trash, mingled with unwashed laundry and unopened letters from the school. His handphone was thrown somewhere in the room, left on ‘do not disturb’ mode. The old television in his living room served only as background noise while he sank deep into his tenth bottle that afternoon. He watched his screen abruptly change from a soap opera to breaking news. Although uninterested, he sat up just a little on his worn-out couch and listened to the newscaster.
