Akira, 6:15 - "Come over in an hour."
That was the message Mishima had received earlier today. But it was three in the morning now.
"Damn it..." He mutters to himself, sighing heavily as his arm lazily falls to his side, cell phone in hand. This would probably be the third time he's done this. Ignoring his boyfriends text messages that is.
Boyfriend... Now that was a funny word.
Mishima never thought it to be possible, but believe it or not he was, in fact, dating the Joker himself. The leader of the phantom thieves, Akira Kurusu.
They've been dating for about two months now. How it all even happened, Mishima is still trying to figure that out. Akira was the one who started inviting him over more often. For the first few visits it had been normal. Sometimes they would just sit and chat while drinking coffee, other times they would just go out and watch a movie. Either way Mishima did enjoy them, spending time with Akira all together was enjoyable, and apparently he didn't mind hanging around a nobody like him, so in a way it was a win-win.
However, recently it hasn't been like that. About exactly a week after they started dating, someone thought it was a good idea to hack into the phansite. Thankfully Mishima managed to get rid of them before they took total control, but it was because of that the site itself had been corrupted. So here he was now, cleaning up someones else's mess while also dealing with his angry users.
Anonymous: Hey, what happened to the voting poll?
Anonymous: why is the color scheme green
Anonymous: OMG! Everything is so sloooowww~!
His inbox was full of nothing but complaints. It's been like that for a month now. Mishima can't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent amount of sleep. Of course Akira would notice this, and he's asked him on multiple occasions to just take a break, relax and take it slow. But that's not how it works.
Mishima, 3:02 - "sorry about today! I'll talk to you tomorrow!"
His thumb hovers over the 'send' key for a moment before he angrily deletes the message all together. That wasn't going to fix anything. Mishima knew he was going to have to apologize in person this time. He hasn't properly spoken with his new boyfriend in exactly three days. Sure they would eat lunch together and every now and then strike up a conversation, but it wasn't like the way it use to be. Now it was just Akira putting in all the effort, whiles Mishima would nod or shake his head to almost every question given to him, eyes glued to his phone. After around the third week is when Akira stopped approaching him, and regrettably Mishima was somewhat thankful for that.
Now I have time to focus...
That was the thought he had as he lied in bed, and that was the thought he fell asleep to before waking up to his mother voice, telling him to get ready for school. He told her he was sick. She didn't care.
*(*)*(*)*
Going to class had never felt more of a drag. Before Mishima could even board the train another hacker took over the phansite again, and this time the user locked him out temporarily.
You've got to be kidding me!? Mishima was a lot of things: tired, hungry, angry, a useless boyfriend - unfortunately he was also going to have to add impatient to the list, because not only could he wait until after he got off the train to resolve this, but he missed his stop entirely.
Fantastic.
Surrounded by strangers on a cold winter morning was most certainly something he wasn't looking forward to today, especially on a Monday. The train seemed to gather more people as they made another stop, forcing Mishima out of his seat for an elder as she gave him the evil eye.
People were rubbing up against him, invading his personal bubble.
It was extremely uncomfortable.
"Stay close to me." Akira once told him, wrapping his arm tentatively around Mishima's waist and pulling him in closer to his own warmth. It was straight out of a shojo manga. The two of them weren't dating at the time, but looking back on it now Mishima probably should have noticed his feelings from the start. He missed that.
He doesn't know how long he was on that train, but as soon as he heard the announcement for his stop Mishima was the first person off. He looked at the time. It was half past noon.
Damn... His thoughts of Akira quickly went, instead replaced with both worry and anger. He had already missed three of his classes, and being penalized for his tardiness was way out of the question. Is it even worth going? He asks himself, unsure whether or not it was out loud, but he eventually comes to the conclusion that playing hooky for a day wasn't exactly going to ruin his reputation as a student all together. And so he does.
Mishima plants himself on a bench not to far from the station, focused on the devise in his hands yet again. Twenty minutes in is when he finally receives a message.
Ping*
"Ah!" The sound startles him a bit, it almost sounds foreign.
Akira, 12:21 - "Where are you?"
Mishima's heart clenches a little. Akira wasn't a big texter. It was rare for him to start up any conversations, through text or in person, but when he did it was because he was looking for something in return - a little perk Mishima picked up on after getting to know the thief a little more.
His fingers hover of the keyboard for a moment, thinking of a proper response.
Yuuki, 12:26 - "Home. Got a cold."
He hits send before he regrets the excuse, but it's too late.
It was poor. Akira was going to see right through the lie. Mishima nervously starts typing again.
Yuuki, 12:27 - "It's pretty bad. I'll let you know when it's safe to come over."
Another terrible lie, but maybe he'll get the message. Mishima just wanted some time to himself for now, enough time to fix the phansite that is. It as the very least he could do for the phantom thieves, after all they've done for him. For a while he seemed like he was doing a fair job with it, keeping up with it's maintenance constantly and what not, but after it's been hacked into, twice, Mishima realized the hard way just how stupid he really was trying to size himself up with the thieves.
It was almost laughable.
He really was a zero-
*Error: The site you are looking for currently does not exist*
...
...what?
"No..." Mishima refreshed the page again, hitting the button a few times.
*Error: The site you are looking for currently does not exist*
*Error: The site you are looking for currently does not exist*
"No no nonono!"
He abruptly gets off the bench, startling an older couple near by. His heart sinks, and something inside him feels like it's tearing him apart.
Mishima's eye's start to swell, and he can't help but let out another frustrated cry as he continues to reload the site over and over and over again.
For a moment he refuses to believe the reality of the situation, both refreshing and entering the page again through another tab more then enough times. But eventually it catches up to him, and his arm falls to his side as he grips the phone tightly, tears threatening to fall down his flushed cheeks.
The phansite was gone.
He failed.
Mishima wanted nothing more than to have the floor open up beneath him and swallow him whole. He wanted to disappear, vanish without any traces of him left behind. Was this what it feels like? To be deprived from the one thing that made you feel like you actually meant something to the world?
Yes there were people who cared for him - Akira, possibly his parents - but the site...the phansite actually made him feel like he was worth something to those around him. Like he wasn't just a waste of space.
A zero...
Mishima's gaze unknowingly wonders over to the train tracks a couple yards away. He remembers that the next train was supposed to arrive about 13 minutes from now.
What the hell am I doing?
The thought hits him instantly. Mishima silently gasps, slightly shaking his head before wiping his eyes using the sleeve of his old jacket.
No. He couldn't allow himself to go there.
Not ever.
Has he always been this vulnerable? Knowing that he would even think of such a idea was terrifying. It makes him shutter - that or the gust of wind that brushes past him. Mishima didn't care which, but it was a good enough reason to go home.
He needed to lie down for a while.
I'v had this sitting in my doc box for aprobably like a year now, and it's only still there cause the ending is terribly sappy and needs to change.
That said, I'm just going to post the other half when I fix it, and this seemed like a good stopping point for a chapter (sorry it's so short) I'll get the next part up as soon as I can. Thanks for reading!
(Quick question though: is this fandom - let alone this ship - still a thing? Do people still like Shuyuu?)