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We don't talk anymore, we don't talk anymore
We don't talk anymore, like we used to do
They didn’t. It hadn’t been an ugly break up, no. Hizashi sat curled up on his couch, throw blanket pulled over him. His parakeet, Peep, was twittering softly in the kitchen. The tv was turned to a show, one he wasn’t watching. He knew he had to move on, but logically ( as Sho would say, he thought with a slightly bitter smile), he just couldn’t.
We don't love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do
It wasn’t as if things could just go back to the way they used to be. They had been best friends, once. Lovers, once. Now, they were just.. Strangers, at least how that felt to Hizashi. They only saw each other in school, in passing. Their words polite, professional. Shota appeared unaffected, though Hizashi just knew he had to be a mess, still. Right?
I just heard you found the one you've been looking
You've been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn't me
'Cause even after all this time I still wonder
Why I can't move on
Just the way you did so easily
The other teachers had noticed the slightly chilly relationship the two had now. Present Mic wasn’t as hyper and friendly around the raven-haired man, and the Erasure hero was avoiding the blond as much as he possibly could. Hell, even the students had noticed something was off between them. Nemuri had tried talking to them both, to no avail.
Don't wanna know
What kind of dress you're wearing tonight
If he's holding onto you so tight
The way I did before
I overdosed
Should've known your love was a game
Now I can't get you out of my brain
Oh, it's such a shame
Hizashi threw himself into his work, trying his best to put Shouta out of his mind best as he could. Not that he was ever successful. He loved Shouta. He always had, and always would. He hadn’t thought Shouta was unhappy. Their break up had come to a complete surprise to him, and contrary to popular opinion, he wasn’t stupid, or oblivious. It was hard to throw him off or lie to him. But Shouta…..Shouta had been honest, and blunt, as he always was.
That we don't talk anymore, we don't talk anymore
We don't talk anymore, like we used to do
We don't love anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do
And it had hurt. Hearing that the love of his life didn’t want him anymore. He had wracked his brain, trying to figure out what he had done wrong, even as Aizawa had explained to him, that it wasn’t Hizashi, it was him. Typical move, really. One he hadn’t believed Shouta would ever use, but he had, leaving him, for one of the few times in his life, speechless.
I just hope you're lying next to somebody
Who knows how to love you like me
There must be a good reason that you're gone
Every now and then I think you
Might want me to come show up at your door
But I'm just too afraid that I'll be wrong
He had regained his composure rather quickly, knowing how Sho hated huge shows of emotion. Knowing he’d just look dramatic if he got overly upset. So, they had talked, calmly, and had decided ( rather, Shouta had decided) that they were better off trying to find someone else. And after almost three years togther, Shouta just wanted to be friends again. Hizashi had agreed, because he wanted Shouta to be happy. He couldn’t make him want to stay. What was that line? ‘If you love something, let it go?’
Don't wanna know
If you're looking into his eyes
If he's holding onto you so tight the way I did before
I overdosed
Should've known your love was a game
Now I can't get you out of my brain
Oh, it's such a shame
So he had. Tried to, anyway. It had been three months. He had thought about finding someone new, but….they weren’t him. The very idea sounded impossible to him. He didn’t even want to think about Shouta with someone else. The thought made him want to scream. But he didn’t. He didn’t. He sat up, rubbing his face, not even realizing he had been crying.
That we don't talk anymore (We don't, we don't)
We don't talk anymore (We don't, we don't)
We don't talk anymore, like we used to do
We don't love anymore (We don't, we don't)
What was all of it for? (We don't, we don't)
Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do
He got to his feet, albeit a bit shakily, and went to his room. His cellphone lay on his nightstand, where it had sat untouched for about two weeks now. He picked it up, thinking about dialing that familar number. Finally, he did, heart aching as the call was answered, and Shouta said, “Hey, Yamada.”
“Aizawa,” he said, not forcing any cheerfulness in his tone. “Can we talk?"