𝕊𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖... {𝕍𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥} (On hold)

Scars ~17 (S1)

(Published:6/4/2021)

Yagari's apology echoed through my head as lay on my back, my soft mattress supporting me. He new about what was happening but he didn't do anything did that make him as bad as her...?

I shook my head, trying to clear it of that stupid thought. Don't be an idiot Akari. No one would be as bad as her. But was all that happened really just my fault, she had certainly tried to make it seem that way.

I cracked my neck as I stood up. I had to find Arima and ask him something. Well, after the classes changed.

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Once again, the moon dorms large gate doors slowly opened. Ear piercing squeals erupted from the Day Class students. I didn't turn around to look around at the Night class students. I hadn't seen Kaname since that night. At this point I didn't know if I even wanted see him.

Feeling a light hand on my head, I glanced behind me. Kaname wasn't facing my just walking past but he let my black hair slide between his fingers and fall as he walked away.

Returning back to my duties I tried to stop two of the Day Class fighting over whether Rima or Ruka was hotter leading to one threatening to tear the others eye out.

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Raising my hand, I knocked on Arima's bedroom door. Shuffling sounded from the other side of the door and a wide-eyed Arima answered it. He tried to close the door in my face but I stuck my foot in between it and the frame.

"You can't run away from me forever Arima-San," I huffed, running a hand through my hair," Anyway, threatening you with a knife wasn't on my to-do list today. I just wanted to know if you would help me with the English homework.

Arima opened to door off my foot, narrowing his green eyes at me. They were a strange light green, like a cat's eyes. "Fine, I'll help you, but only this once." Arima threw his hands up, giving up. He walked into his room. "What part of the homework don't you get?"

"All of it really," I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Really?" A look of dread replaced the annoyance on Arima's face," We're gonna be up to 3AM aren't we," he groaned into his hands," Might as well get started now, the sooner it starts the sooner it ends." With the was he was speaking you'd think I was about to torture him.

"You can sit down at my desk." I slid my bag off my shoulder and shuffled through it for my English book. Arima came to stand beside where I sat, explaining what mistakes I had made previously. He absentmindedly strummed his fingers on the table.

A lock of his brown hair fell into his face as he looked down the English book. Without realizing it I tucked it behind his ear, my sleeve slipping down. He eyed the scars in my pale arm.