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If you were to survey almost every student in the university, most of them would agree on one thing. Ro and Mapicc were the most toxic couple imaginable! It was not because they weren't in love, it was all because they were too in love. Maybe "love" wasn't even the right word anymore. Obsession was probably more accurate.
They would have the most dramatic break up scene every month, the one that looked like straight from a movie. Every month they would break up, and every month they would get back together. It was a never ending cycle at this point. It became so predictable to the point no one would react about it anymore. Whenever whispers started spreading around campus about Ro and Mapicc ending things again, most people would just shrug. It was expected.
At some point, it got so bad that people started placing bets on them. Not on whether they would get back together, on how long it would take. It was surprisingly impressive that they lasted a whooping 3 whole years.
Nonetheless, Ro still genuinely loved Mapicc, no matter how many people say so. Or at least, he hoped what he felt was love. Because if it wasn't, then he had no explanation for why half his day somehow revolved around him.
Right now, however, love was the last thing on his mind. Ro was already in the worst mood possible. His professer has extended class by twenty minutes, everyone in the lecture hall was already half asleep. Ro was close to banging his head repeatedly on the desk. He stared off at his empty notebook. An hour and a half of just teaching yet he didn't even try writing anything down.
The second the professor finally dismissed them, students practically launched themselves out of their seats. Ro was one of them. Because unlike everyone else, he actually had something to look forward to. Lunch with Mapicc! How nice.
Ro checked his phone the moment he stepped out of the lecture hall. No messages. No worries! Mapicc was probably already there. He usually was. Ro shoved his phone back into his pocket, and started rushing. He didn't rush himself, he's sure Mapicc wouldn't care that he's late.
As he stepped out of campus, a gust of air hit his face. His hair flew stood straight up, and his hood instantly flew off. He immediately brought both of his hands up to his head. 'Why the fuck is it so windy today?' He said to himself. He bolted off the campus.
Right now, he was just hungry, and slightly irritated. Because Mapicc had picked the place today. Which meant it was a fifty-fifty chance whether the food is absolutely chopped, or the best thing he has ever tasted. If it was the second option he's would still say it was dog shit to Mapicc's face. Just because!
Ro reached the usual spot near the student center tables. Empty. He stopped, looked around slowly. Still empty. "...yeah this isn't right." He pulled out his phone. He tried sending a message. It didn't send. He typed quickly again, as if that would make it send. A small annoyance started forming in his chest. Not serious. Just… noticeable. Mapicc wasn’t usually late. If anything, he was early. Ro sat down anyway. Tapped his foot. Checked his phone again.
For some magical reason, his messages started to deliver. He typed a few messages. Mapicc had finally read it, he waited for a response. That response never came. Ro was confused, and unfortunately, confusion always made Ro worse. He stood up from the table, and marched out of the place.
Ro’s phone buzzed. Finally! He almost stopped walking mid-step.
< Mape
Mape: i left
Ro stared at the screen. Just stared. For a moment, his brain refused to process it. 'That's fucking it? He left?' Ro was too pissed off to even reply. Ro stopped walking completely.
The noise of the campus faded slightly around him. That familiar sinking feeling started building in his stomach. Because Mapicc didn’t ignore him. Not like this. Another message came through.
< Mape
Mape: i was waiting
Ro blinked. His jaw tightened. He started walking. This was actually stupid. Ro assumed Mapicc knows he's in class because he literally has class every week at this time. His phone buzzed again.
< Mape
Mape: ykw, forget it
roshambo: ?? I was in class fym
Seen. No reply. Ro exhaled sharply, maybe now he was angry. This wasnt fair at all. This wasn’t even an argument yet, and somehow it already felt like he was losing something he didn’t understand. Campus blurred into motion around him until he finally spotted him. Mapicc. Sitting at one of the outdoor tables.
Yeah, that did it for him. He stomped over, fast. "Are you serious right now?" Mapicc was startled, he looked right at him in the eyes. Mapicc frowned slightly. "What?" Ro's eyes widened. "What do you mean ‘what’?" Mapicc just glared at him, sighing dramatically. He then looked back at the table, deliberately ignoring the other.
Ro felt something snap inside him. "I told you I was in class wasn't I? That fucking hard for you to understand?" Mapicc looked back at him again. "You always say that as if it fixes anything."
Ro opened his mouth, then immediately closed it. Then frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?" Mapicc didn’t answer immediately. Just pushed his food slightly to the side. Then said, quietly he said,"It means I’m tired of waiting for you to show up and act like nothing happened." Ro froze. That wasn’t the type of response he expected, especially from Mapicc. "...i was in class. Completely reasonable if you ask me." Mapicc stood up. "I think I already caught on that."
"Seriously what is your problem? Look— I'm sorry okay?" Mapicc looked at him. Really looked at him. And for the first time all day, his voice changed. "Saying sorry doesn't change anything." Ro scoffed. "The fuck you want me to do? Want me go on my knees and start choking on your dick or something?" Ro honestly wanted to laugh at what he said, but he held it pretty well if he said so himself!
Though, Mapicc could see that Ro wasn't taking this situation seriously. Mapicc stared at him. For a second, Ro expected him to laugh. He didn't. Mapicc just sighed before grabbing his bag. "Maybe just don't bother coming next time." Ro blinked. "That would probably fix it."
"You're overreacting." Ro retorted, his jaw was tight now. He didn't even realize he was clenching his fists. Mapicc just stared at him. "Seriously?" Ro scoffed. "That's what this is about?" Mapicc looked away. And for some reason, that irritated Ro more than if he'd yelled. "Oh my god, dude." Ro laughed dryly. "If you're gonna keep acting like this, then let's just break up." The words came out easily. Too easily. Like they always did. Like they hadn't thrown them at each other a dozen times before.
Ro waited. Expected an eye-roll, an argument, or something that was in the usual. Instead, Mapicc just went quiet. The kind of quiet that made the air feel wrong. For a second, Ro almost took it back, but he wouldn't admit that. Then Mapicc finally nodded once. "Okay." Ro blinked. "...What?" Mapicc adjusted the strap of his bag. "You want to break up?" His voice sounded tired. "Fine." And then he walked away. Leaving Ro standing there alone.
Because Ro had seen this before. Too many times to count. It wasn’t even unusual anymore. Ro exhaled through his nose. "…seriously?" He muttered it to no one. Then he rolled his eyes. Mapicc wants to be dramatic about this? Let him be, he couldn't careless. He’d cool off, next he’d overthink it, then he’d probably complain to Spoke about it. Then by tomorrow, or the day after, he’d show up again! Basic.
Ro huffed a small laugh under his breath, shaking his head as he walked away from the table. "He’ll get over it." He always did. Ro adjusted his grip on his bag.
Ro started walking home as if nothing ever happened. He was kicking non-existent pebbles on the street, the campus noises started to fade out behind him. Ro shoved his hands into his pockets, picking up his pace. "...he's so fucking dramatic. I have a life too don't I?" He said to himself, the anger in his voice was obvious. Thankfully no one was around to face his rage.
He started walking faster, maybe if he just went home and rest maybe things will get better. From time to time, he would check his phone for messages. Just incase, maybe just maybe Mapicc would text him. He finally arrived at his apartment, it was close enough at the campus anyway.
He didn't even bother opening the lights, he dropped his bag straight away that made a loud sound that could wake up the dead. He kicked off his shoes before falling face first on the comfort of his bed. The mattress seemed to calm him by a little, it was soft. Safe, or quiet even.
Ro's eyes were threatening to close, he didn't even change from his clothes from earlier. Sleeping right now would be disgusting, but it's not like no one is there to judge him. He suddenly felt his phone buzzing from his pocket. Ro moved fast from his position. He grabbed his phone from pocket right away. Hah, told you Mape wouldn't last. Guy couldn't even stay mad for a few hours—
He looked at the person's contact name. 'fucking dumbass', also known at Spoke if you weren't aware. Ro exhaled sharply through his nose. Of course this dude, out of all of the times he could call he chose when he was in a middle of his crisis? He answered after a few rings, bringing the phone up to his ear.
"Hello—" Spoke didn't even give him a proper greeting. "The fuck did you do bro?" Ro jumped from the sudden raise of voice. "Why am I getting a two page essay from Mapicc about you." Spoke kept on rambling. Ro wasn't listening at this point, like he said! He couldn't careless. He noticed that Spoke started to go silent.
"Start talking." Spoke finally said, slower this time. "From the start. Without skipping anything. I’m not doing the 'half-information emotional guessing game' thing again."
Ro shifted slightly from the bed, rolling on his back. He stared off to the ceiling. "Look, it wasn't even that serious." He could picture Spoke glaring at him a mile away from the phone. "I was just late? That's fucking it!" Spoke sighed. He was not getting anywhere from here. "Ro." He finally said, in a condescending tone. Ro, knowing Spoke is that, Spoke is scary as shit when hes mad. He's all shit and giggles, but when it comes to him being angry? He might as well shit his pants.
Ro held his breath, before finally spilling everything. "Shit then, fine!" He paused. "We planned to have lunch... Then uhh. Had class and the professor decided to be a bitch and uhh... dismiss us late and all that shit." Spoke just hummed, gesturing for him to continue. "I arrived late, then when I got there he wasn't there anymore." He hesitated. "I tried texting hin and shit, then when I finally saw him i asked.. Uh.. Why he was gone."
He was hit with silence. Ro shifted once again on the bed, it was becoming disturbingly uncomfortable by the second. "…I said I was in class." Spoke didn’t respond immediately. Ro filled the silence quickly. "And he got mad. Like—really mad. Then he said I always do that thing where I act like it fixes everything and a lot more bullshit—" he stopped, frowning. "I don’t know. Then he left." Ro tried catching his breath. Hes suprised he didn't stumble over his words towards the end.
Though he did leave out some parts where he was a dick, Spoke did say not to leave out some parts. His pride was too high for him to admit he was in the wrong anyway. Why was he even saying that he was a dick? he's simply just leaving out the unimportant parts!
"When you saw him," Spoke suddenly asked "What did he look like?" The question caught him off guard. He tried replayed it in his head. Mapicc at the table, barely talking, avoiding his gaze. Importantly, he didn't laugh at the joke he made! How absurd. "…tired." Ro admitted slowly. Spoke didn’t respond, as if he's trying to make Ro realize himself. Ro added quickly, like it meant nothing. "But he’s always dramatic. He’ll be fine, not that deep." Silence, another long pause.
Then Spoke said something quieter. "Did he say he’d come back?" Ro hesitated. "…no." That answer hung in the air a little too long. Spoke finally spoke again. "And you still think he will." Ro frowned at the ceiling. He felt like that the ceiling was judging him too. "…yeah." But it came out slower this time. Spoke sighed again. Not angry, just tired in a way Ro didn’t fully understand yet.
Ro was still staring at his phone when Spoke spoke again. "…also." Ro blinked. "What now." Spoke didn’t sound angry. Just… in a too monotone voice. Which was somehow worse. "You’re always on your phone in class." Ro froze slightly. "…okay? What's your point?"
"Why didn't you text Mapicc beforehand?" The question hit Ro more than it should've. He hated how Spoke always had a point. He tried to muster up a excuse for himself. "I was paying attention, what? You saying I am unable to pay attention in class or something?" Spoke made a noise, a noise made out of pure disbelief. "You expect me to actually believe that..?" Ro raised his voice fully now, irritated. "Look, I didn’t know I was gonna be late!"
Spoke replied instantly. "You never know you’re gonna be late. That’s why people text ahead." Ro paused. That one actually hit a little too cleanly. "…it was twenty minutes." Spoke’s voice still seemed calm. "And you still didn’t send anything." Ro stayed quiet. Spoke was not getting anything from him at all, and he's making sure of that.
"Okay." Spoke said finally. "Then do me a favor." Ro sat up hesitantly. "Text him, be mature for once Ro." Ro didn't move. He moved slightly from his position, before letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding. "...i will." Spoke response came too fast. "Now."
Ro opened his mouth. "…I said I will" Spoke hummed, but didn’t push further. Instead, softer: "Ro." Ro felt his ears finger. "…what." A pause. Then— "Just make sure you’re not the only one still assuming things go back to normal."
Click. Call ended.
Whatever. He just thought of himself, he should probably get ready for bed soon. It has been a long day, and all he had in mind that he was tired of Mapicc being dramatic like this. This was just a random day of the week for him. He slipped under the covers, not even caring to change his clothes or so what. He suspiciously got sleepy very quickly, he wasn't usually like this.