a/n: everyone say thank you, landon! he hurt me and now i wrote angst. i’ll never forgive his bitchass for cheating on liz (yes i’m still mad about it) and i pray that she heals fast and thoroughly 🙏
he doesn’t say he misses you. instead, he shows it by keeping everything the same. your mug is still by the sink. your shampoo still in the shower.
he trains harder than ever, but there’s a hesitation in his eyes, like he’s searching for something beyond the net, like scoring without your "good luck" feels hollow.
he deletes your contact but memorizes your number. blocks you, but checks your socials with a burner. his pride won’t let him reach out, but gosh, he wants you to notice he’s suffering.
sometimes he thinks about bumping into you “by accident.” at a café. bookstore. anywhere. but he never goes because he’s scared you’ll already be with someone else.
he dreams of you. and in those dreams, you always leave again.
isagi yoichi
he blames himself. rewatches every conversation in his mind like game tape. where did i go wrong? where could i have passed better? loved better?
he still talks about you like you're part of his life. "she loves that song." "she would’ve liked this." even though the room goes quiet after.
he keeps every gift you gave him. your first silly drawing, the bracelet you made at some street fair. it’s tucked in his drawer like sacred things.
you told him once he overthinks everything, so now, ironically, he overthinks that, too. did you mean it as a joke? were you serious? were you already halfway out the door?
he wishes you’d just tell him you hate him. because silence is worse. silence is hope’s cruel cousin.
itoshi sae
he lets you go with a poker face. you’d think he didn’t care. but it’s the first time in years he misses a penalty kick.
he deletes your pictures. not because he doesn’t care, but because he does. too much. and seeing your smile in that yellow-tinted light makes his chest cave in.
he scrolls through your old texts when he's drunk. replies to them like you're still there. never sends them.
he never begs. never asks you to stay. but every time someone mentions your name, there’s a flicker of something behind his eyes, like grief dressed in quiet clothes.
he used to be bored of everything. now, he’s just tired. especially of pretending you didn’t matter.
kaiser michael
you were the first person to tell him he didn’t have to perform all the time. that you liked him even when he wasn’t loud, golden, brilliant.
he didn’t believe you. not really. until after you left. now the silence around him feels unbearable, like a stage with no audience.
he flirts more now. louder, emptier. it’s all performance, a desperate echo of who he used to be when you were around to bring him down to earth.
he keeps expecting you to walk in, roll your eyes, say "you’re so dramatic." but you never do.
sometimes, he talks to you when he’s alone. not the real you, the memory version. and she’s always a little kinder than he deserves.
shidou ryusei
he doesn’t cry. he doesn’t talk about it. but suddenly, the fire in him feels more like self-destruction than passion.
on the field, he’s a menace. fouls more. gets carded more. you were the only one who calmed him down, reminded him of softness. now there’s no balance.
people call him reckless. a lunatic. but they don’t know he’s trying to feel something. anything.
he won’t admit it, but your absence tastes like metal in his mouth. bitter. sharp.
sometimes, he punches the wall and pretends it’s not because he remembered your birthday and realized he has nowhere to send the gift.
mikage reo
he’s always had money, always had power. but losing you? it’s the first time he couldn’t buy his way out of pain.
he tells himself you’ll come back. that it’s just a break. that if he levels up, scores more, shines harder, you’ll notice.
goes to the places you loved together, always ordering your favorite drink and leaving it untouched. “just in case.”
he practices apologies in the mirror, over and over. never sends them. because every version feels too small for what he broke.
his smile is still perfect, still charming, but if you look too close, it doesn’t reach his eyes anymore.
nagi seishiro
he doesn't understand why you're gone. he replays the breakup like a confusing side quest with no clear ending.
sleeps way more than usual. not because he’s lazy, but because dreaming of you is easier than being awake without you.
when he plays games now, he keeps losing. rage quits more often. "it's boring," he says. but it’s really because the person who used to sit beside him is missing.
keeps your shirt. cuddles it like a plush. doesn’t say a word when reo comments on it.
still texts you sometimes. “this meme reminded me of you.” “you’d laugh at this.” you never reply. he still sends them.
karasu tabito
he jokes more than ever. laughs louder. flirts harder. but his humor has a sharpness to it now, like he’s constantly daring the world to notice he’s hurting.
people say he's “the same as always,” but they don’t see him standing outside your apartment for 30 minutes just to walk away with a heavier heart.
started journaling again. you told him once that writing helped with healing. he writes like you’ll read it one day.
won’t admit it, but he plays dirtier now. more aggressive, less patient. “love made me soft,” he says. like it’s a curse.
he misses your voice. not just your words. the sound of you saying his name like it meant something.
bachira meguru
he paints you. over and over. sometimes with wings. sometimes with broken glass in your smile. always with love.
still talks to his "monster" about you. "you think she hates me now?" "do you think i scared her off?"
he’s still sunshine to everyone else, but when he's alone, the silence is suffocating.
your absence changed his art. darker colors. messier strokes. people praise his “emotional evolution,” but he just misses being happy.
he goes to the park where you first kissed and sits on the swing for hours. waiting. just in case you remember, too.
ness alexis
he always said you made him feel seen, not just as a shadow to kaiser, but as his own person. now that you’re gone, he forgets how to exist without comparison.
overcorrects. becomes louder, flashier, more dramatic. like if he’s impressive enough, you’ll regret leaving.
still wears the cologne you bought him. even though it makes him nauseous with memories.
he swears he’s over you. but the second someone mentions your name, his hands start to shake.
keeps your photo as his lock screen. “aesthetic,” he says. “nostalgic,” he means.
I KNOW UFOTABLE HAS A CRUSH ON GIYUU TOO BCS WDYM THE ENTIRE INFINITY CASTLE MOVIE HIS EYES ARE GLOWING BLUE AND THEY ANIMATED HIS MOUTH BREATHING GRITTING HIS TEETH AND LOCKING HIS JAW oh lord
...and the bangs falling into his eyes with blood staining his forehead like god damn
HEHE HELLO !!! as the year 2024 comes to a close . . i wanted to send my gratitude to you for being here this year !!! it’s been made better because of you – no matter how much we’ve interacted, or how long a time we’ve been mutuals, i’m thankful that we were mutuals and friends and got to interact ♡ i hope every single bit of love you put into this world is returned tenfold to you! 🥹 and that the next year is as kind as you are ♡ i’m proud of you for doing your best this year, and that’s more than enough – something to celebrate! you made it !!!! i’ll end off this letter with a reminder that you are so worth loving, thank you for existing in the same time as i do ♡
ying ☹️☹️☹️ omg I love you so much you’re so sweet sobs. 2025 will be your year for sure you’ve only ever spread kindness :c you’re so incredibly talented in everything you do and im so thankful we met <3