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Defoko slammed her laptop shut. Another late night up just talking to people, doomscrolling her twitter timeline and listening to shitty music she could barely hear over her own thoughts. God. She fucked EVERYTHING up. Momo was never gonna speak to her again. But it didnt make sense?? All defoko did was ask rei about something, cuz rei and momo were arguing and defoko wanted them to chill it and talk things out, so she told rei some stuff momo said to try help that! But OBVIOUSLY rei just HAD to go and talk to momo herself THEN AND THERE and now momo went all dry texting on her and blanking her. Defoko could feel the stress physically coursing through her veins. Oh how lovely of a necklace that piece of rope looked right about now. Bungee jumping out the window anyone? she was just ready to go and crawl into a pit and die. Sure -she liked banter and poking fun at everyone but she didnt like people actually being MAD at her?! Specially when its people she actually yk- liked and cared about. She flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling, instinctively scratching at her leg under a pair of cycle shorts she wore religiously. Nothing to cut, just light pain to distract herself from the anxious pit in her stomach that made her want to vomit.
She lay spaced out for what she could only assume hours. going over the fact momo hates her now, definitely. she could try and apologise, but talking at the moment would probably make everything worse. The music in her headphones couldnt deafen the ringing in her ears and the overlapping voices. her breathing became heavier, the rhythm scattered, everything began to fall apart. Defoko clutched her chest. Stood up and paced the room. Started to tug her hair. Anything.
This didnt seem to go unnoticed, however. The door opened and meno walked in. oh no. This wasnt the time. Or the place. Or the anything. Defoko didnt want anyone to see her in such a state. she was never meant to be sad?? Shes the "tough nonchalant" one that keeps everything to herself. And of all people- MENO?? at least if momo found her like thatd itd maybe evoke some pity from her so she doesnt wind up hating her for all eternity! but thats selfish, and defoko knew that.
Meno, however, sensing ths situation, didnt say a word. Rather she walked over and embraced defoko in silence, letting her head rest on her shoulder. No pressing to talk, no explanations wanted or forced, nothing. Just offering comfort. Defoko hesitantly wrapped her arms round Meno, then buried her face in her neck and began to sob, tears and hiccups spilling out on top of her disortiented words. She clutched the back of menos shirt like her life depended on it, and her streak at the very least definitely did.
Defokos tears were met with understanding. Meno patted her back and combed through defokos hair with her fingers, whispering soft words of comfort in a low voice.
She led defoko to her bed, where she sat and motioned for her to do the same. Defoko stumbled down and flopped beside her, resting her head on menos lap, where she was met with Meno wiping her tears and damp face with her sleeve, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Defoko, it’s going to be alright. Youre in safe hands, and you didnt do anything wrong. It isnt your fault you didnt understand. Its not your situation but you wanted to help regardless because you care about your friends, i can tell.”
Defokos streams of tears had calmed to gentle sobs still being wiped away by meno.
"ill stay with you here tonight. In the morning you can sort everything. And if you dont? It doesnt matter, okay? You shouldnt have taken it upon yourself to sort things anyway, but that just proves youre a good person. its stunning, really."
Defokos choked up voice came out in a broken whisper.
"th-thank you, i-i love you.. So much.."
Meno simply smiled back.