《Those Eyes (Ayato X Laito)》Space
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The next Day, Ayato was still locked in his room making Yui and Laito worry. Laito muttered to Yui, "I'm going in there. Whether he wants me to be there or not." Yui only nodded her head in response.
Laito teleported into his room only to see Ayato crying as he furiously slashed at his arm only for it to be healed a second later. "Sometimes I hate being a vampire! I can't even harm myself without it immediately healing!" The tears flowed freely from his eyes as he slowed his cutting to a stop, feeling a presence in the room.
Laito walks to him "Why are you hurting yourself?"
Ayato looked up at Laito. "I knew someone was here. Not exactly surprised it's you." He dead panned. Although the tears still streaming down his face hadn't stopped.
Laito kneeled in front of Ayato and brushed his tears away with his thumb. "Ayato... Please don't do this to yourself." He had finished wiping his tears, yet his hand still cupped his face.
"You're the reason why I'm doing this." Ayato placed a hand where Laito is currently cupping his face. He then leaned into his palm, gently nuzzling into it.
Laito smiled and hugs him. Ayato blushed "Laito, I don't want to be treated like this anymore."
Laito looks at him with a sad look "What do you mean?"
"I want space between us." Ayato pushed Laito away.
Laito lost his balance and falls "I was thinking about that too but it hurts to be apart from you."
"Then just deal with it." Ayato stands up.
Laito looks down and stares at the floor "I put all my feelings to what we've done together and it pains me to hear that from you." His eyes filled with tears.
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Ayato felt a bit heartbroken "but when you treat me like this I've been having this weird feeling in my chest. I just can't take it anymore."
Laito slowly stands up "I-I understand, I'll leave you alone." He teleported out of Ayato's room.
Ayato sat on his iron maiden thinking of what he said to Laito.
Yui knocks on Ayato's door.
"Leave me alone!" Ayato yelled.
"I just wanted to check if you're alright."
Ayato unlocks his door "you can enter." Yui turns the door handle and walks in. Ayato grabs her arm and pulls her into an embrace. 'Ayato and Laito are acting strange' Yui pushed him away.
"I'm only here to check on you that's all" Yui says as she hides her red face.
Ayato smirks "are you sure?"
"Y-yeah, I'm really worried about you and Laito. You guys have been acting weird lately." Yui blurted out.
"Don't mention that perverted freak in front of me ever again." He clenched his fists.
"But he's more worried about you than me, why can't you guys get along like before." Yui answers back.
"Get out!" He yelled.
"Bu-"
"I don't want to hear it, just get out!" He grabs her wrist and forcefully lets her out. Ayato slams his door and locks it 'why does everyone wants to ask about Laito?'
Ayato looks out his window and sighs.
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