Dσɳ'ƚ ƈɾყ,I'ɱ ԋҽɾҽ. (Yandere Hanako x Yashiro) ((ABANDONED FIC))

Chapter twenty six

The entire time Yashiro stayed home to heal, Hanako never left her side. He'd wait outside the door when she was in the bathroom, he'd wait outside her room when she changed, he'd make her meals and get her things so she didn't have to walk, he'd help her put on her shoes and make sure she didn't put to much pressure on her foot, but the entire time he felt like such a failure. Hanako didn't show up in time. Not when Yashiro needed him the most, not when Yashiro wanted to hug him, the ghost wasn't there. Everyday he tried to apologize but he couldn't force it off his tongue. It felt to familiar. That's why as a spirit and he'll, even as a human.....
Hanako tried to avoid love.

And now here he was, sitting outside of the bathroom as the person he adores is in pain trying to do her morning routine.

Hanako looked up, listening to make sure Yashiro was okay. If she fell or got hurt, he'd blame himself for not helping her. Both of them have been effected so badly they can't go back to being who they use to be. And Hanako knew that. Yashiro however...she's still a bit blind to that topic. She tries to understand but like all things, she's still human. Hanako only understands because he's a ghost. Being dead and forced to look at who you use to be and what people thought of you from a different angle was hell almost all the time.

Hanako sighed, leaning against the door. "Hanako, you can come in now..." He heard a faint voice say, causing the ghost to immediately open the door and rush inside the bathroom. Yashiro was sitting on the toilet with the first aid kit, watching as Hanako took it and began to wrap her foot up again.

"Your cuts getting better." Hanako whispered, checking to make sure he's doing this right. The ghost finished up and gently held Yashiro's hand, sitting on the floor next to the toilet. "Yashiro, I love you, and I'm proud of you no matter what-"

Yashiro stood up and hobbled away, Hanako watching her with hurt eyes. Does she....hate him now? Hanako wouldn't blame her. He wasn't there when she needed him. But he's trying. It's all his fault.

Hanako grabbed the side of his head and stared at the bathroom floor, his eyes sparking with tears. "It's my fault, I'm a terrible person....I should have been there...I'm the worst. I'm the worst. I'm the most terrible boyfriend to exist. No....no that's not true. Because I don't hurt Yashiro. What am I saying, I am the worst. I couldn't protect her. I can't do this anymore....seeing her in danger...this would have never happened if I kept my mouth shut and turned my back. Yashiro would still be happy then...I....I've ruined her. I'm the worst...."

Hanako didn't even bother to wipe his tears when Yashiro came back in, the girl watching as he sat there crying while talking to himself. He sounded like a record stuck on loop.

"I'm the worst....I'm the worst....I'm the worst....I'm the worst...."

"Hanako, are you okay...?"

Hanako looked up, the boy staring at Yashiro. He stood up and tackled the girl in a hug, refusing to let go.

"No,no I'm not letting go. I'm sorry Yashiro. I want to make it up to you but I know that's almost impossible. Please...I'm sorry."

Yashiro hugged him back. "Hanako, it's okay. You can't blame yourself for everything. You have duties at the school, you have to take care of those before me. I still love you."

Hanako nodded and walked her out of the bathroom, the girl groaning in pain when she sat down at the table. Yashiro sighed and rested her head in her arms as Hanako sat down next to her.