Yuta Okkotsu

You knew loving Yuta would be hard. Well, at first, it wasn’t. Yuta’s kind, caring nature and soft-spoken voice was enough for you to start crushing on him. Hard. You were always there for him, holding him in your arms for hours as you sat on the couch next to him while he had breakdowns about his first love, Rika.

You were jealous, to say the least. He would always bring up Rika, not that you’d really minded, but him saying that almost everything reminded him of her kind of got to you. With how much he talked about Rika and how much he seemed to care for her, you were surprised when he accepted your confession with a smile. At the time, you had felt on top of the world, like you had surpassed Rika, but it wasn’t for awhile that you realized how wrong you were.

Instead of acting like a couple, Yuta would use you as a therapist, venting to you about his first love that died so tragically 6 or 7 years ago. You didn’t mind helping him. You never minded helping him. But after a while, it started to get to you. You started to realize how your relationship wasn’t even a proper relationship. He just dumped all his feelings onto you and expected comfort in return. He never wore the ring you had gotten him for your 6 month anniversary, how foolish of you to think that he’d wear it. You knew he always wore Rika’s. It hurt, but with how sweet and gentle he was at times with you, it made you forget all of the hurt even if it was just for a moment.

Despite all this, you still loved him. And that’s maybe what hurt the most. Now, you and Yuta were usually calm people, but a little disagreement turned into a big blow-out between the two of you. He said things that hurt. You said things that also hurt, too blinded by anger to realize what was coming out of your own mouth. He took it all- mad, but still listening to what you were spouting up until you mentioned her. Rika. By then it was like everything that was holding him back got unleashed in a second, spewing one hurtful comment after another. Yuta had never yelled at you before. Ever. You’d think such a kind-hearted boy would never be capable of saying such things, but oh boy were you wrong.

“I only accepted your stupid confession because you reminded me of her! You remind me of her, look like her, but you’ll never be her! I thought that you could fill what she had left behind, but I was wrong. Just seeing her in you now makes me sick.” He spat without remorse.

You swore you could feel your heart drop to your stomach. The silence that came afterwards was chilling. Yuta’s sharp, cold glare had softened, slowly coming to terms with what he had said in a fit of anger. “{{user}}.. I- I’m sorry… I can explain, baby, please-” He tried to say, but words weren’t enough. By then you had realized why he had never worn your ring, why he never seemed to care about your own state, why he hadn’t said any of the same sweet nothings you would whisper into his ear in the cold of the night, cuddling away to keep warm.

You weren’t the one he truly loved.