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You were walking down to school in fear yet again as you were vigilant with your surroundings. You didn't feel like waiting for the boy, which you would have great consequences, so you went ahead without him. Being a little bit of a rebel shouldn't be too bad. Besides, what's the worst thing that can happen?
When you reached to the school, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Flinching, you turn around.
"Where were you?" the boy says.
All of a suddenly, you felt like you couldn't breathe. Like, you could drown by air. Now, you regretted your choice.
"I-I w-was- uh- I'm s-sor-
"Hey, Saiki dude! How are you?" an ugly buttchinned man came up.
You get scared of the man and quickly went to your classroom, scared of the weird man more than they boy who bullies you more for a minute.
As you sit down, you take all of your things out for class before you met a familiar orange head.
"Heyo, Y/n! How are you?"
Your eyes widen as you watch him walk up to you. You look away from him, trying to tell him that you were ignoring him. Hinata knew that you were trying, but it doesn't mean he'll stop.
"You can't always ignore me, Y/n. I'll always be here."
Hearing those words triggered you. Feeling your heart race even more, you start to breathe heavily. Hearing sounds that were clear, you couldn't understand them. You looked around in the room and could see some of your classmates who were near you get worried. You look back at Hinata who was worried. He was saying something, probably with worry since his face was in a worried face. With one blink, you thought you saw Hinata as that boy.
You stand up and rush to the bathroom. When you were running, you felt a soft body barge to you. You look up to see it was a teacher.
"Y/n? Are you okay? You seem scared at the moment," Mrs. Shima asks.
Your teacher was trying to calm you down as you cry in front of her.
"I-I-
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Shima, but she forgot to take her pills at the nurse's office," a familiar voice was heard, "I'm one of her friends, so please don't worry."
Slowly turning your head, you look at him with terror in your eyes. He looked like he was staring at you, but he was actually glaring at the teacher, thinking it was another enemy. You knew he was thinking of that, so you were worried that you had to prepare for the worst.
"Oh, then you should quickly take her. I think, she's going to have a severe mental breakdown."
"Yes, Mrs. Shima," the boy says.
He takes your wrist and walks away with you. It looked normal to Mrs. Shima, but to you, it hurt like ten bricks that tried to fracture your bones. You were still crying and looking at the ground.
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When you two arrived at the janitor's closet, you were soon thrown to the wall hard. Backing up, the boy walks over to you and kicks your face, your head hitting back to the wall. You cried and sniffed so loud someone from the other side of the door could've heard it.
"Stop crying or else I'll kill that friend of yours."
You couldn't. How could you at this point? You were tired of this. You really were, but how could you defend yourself with the likes of this boy? He was never a match for you. Never was and never will.
Feeling another kick on your stomach, you reflex to crouch inward to your stomach as you held it with arms. You coughed as you get kicked there multiple times until there were drops of blood coming out of your mouth. Dropping your head, you tried to take deep and careful breathes to get a little bit of your stamina together.
"You really are pathetic," he says before walking out of the janitor's closet.
He left you crying again, just like he always does. Man, you really did think being a little rebel could make you feel a bit better, but it never did.
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As you woke up, you found yourself in the nurse's office. You fell unconscious for the first period, but luckily, you got back up and had enough strength to go to the nurse's office. She tried to ask you who did this to you, but you only told her that it was a very bad accident of falling down the stairs with a few garden tools, having them accidentally puncture your stomach. Luckily, you 'survived the fall.' The nurse insisted for you to go to the hospital, but you didn't want to cause even more trouble for your brother and your bully.
Once the nurse was finished aiding your stomach and other injuries, she told you to just lay down and rest until lunch period happened.
As you look up at the ceiling, you look at the door opening and see that it was Hinata.
"Hey, I heard what happened," he says, "I'm sorry that I couldn't help you. Are you doing better?"
You didn't answer and continue to look at the ceiling. You take a deep breath before saying the next few words.
"Hinata," you say, "After you go out of this office, stay away from me."
Did Hinata hear that right? You wanted to stay away from him?
"W-What do you mean...?"
You close your eyes before you could cry. You knew this was going to be a hard choice, but if you wanted him to be carefully safe, you needed to break your contact with him.
"I don't," you start.
"You don't what? Please tell me you don't want to hang out with me, because of a bully!"
You widen your eyes as you look at him.
He knows. He knows too much. What am I going to do?!
"B-Bully?! W-What do you m-mean?" you stutter.
"When I first met you, you seemed quiet and timid, not a single scratch, but now, you've been getting hurt ever since I came. Y/n, please tell me that someone is actually bullying you, so we can report them to the office. This has to stop!"
You take deep breaths as you knew this was the end of him. You couldn't let that happen. Even if you wanted to take the death toll instead of Hinata's, you're sure he won't let your death wish come true.
"You- I- bully? T-There was never a b-bully, H-Hinata," you say, "Y-You're just so a-annoying, a-and y-you always talk s-so m-much! I-It's i-irritating! H-Hinata, I-"
You choked before you prepared to cry.
"Hinata, I-I don't want to be your friend. Not now or e-ever."
Hinata's eyes follows yours, but they do not look back at his. He was silently crying as you held in the courage not to.
"O-Okay. I hope you change your opinion about me, then," Hinata says before walking out of the nurse's office.
Once you heard the steps faint, you put your sleeve over your eyes and cry. You sniff as well. You heard the door open, so you try and wipe them away, knowing it would trouble the nurse. Sadly, it wasn't the nurse, but you knew that you could cry in front of him. It didn't matter to him anyways since he already beat you up.
"Good job for getting rid of that boy. He was getting annoying," he says.
You didn't look at him as you still silently cried. Hearing the annoying sniffs from here and there, he was getting tired of you always crying. Sure, he's the true reason why you're crying, but you should be used to it by now, right?
Feeling something hit your forehead, you flinch a bit backwards until you find a small tissue package.
"You better use that tissue. You're going to get sick if you don't wipe them away, and I don't want a sick girl by my side every day, not that you already are."
"I don't want it."
"What?" he glared at you.
You knew the consequences, but you were tired of being controlled for so long. You knew he was forcefully being nice to you, so what was the point of trying to be a nice bully?
You weren't looking at him, but you felt his eyes trying to kill you.
"I don't want it," you say, "I don't care if you hurt me again. I don't care if you get mad at me, because I backed away from a forced offer. I'm tired physically and mentally, so just do whatever you want with me, because I don't care anymore."
He was surprised that you admitted to just being a slave. This is what he's always wanted, right? So why does he feel bad for making you like this? This isn't supposed to happen. He's supposed to like that, so why does he pity you?
With confused feelings, he walks up to the bed and slaps you. You knew this was going to happen, but it was such a mild move of him to do so. You felt a pull of your hair, making you look up. You wince, making him like the way he's supposed to be.
"You listen to me and listen carefully," he says, "I don't know why you're acting like this, becoming so confident with me and asking for suggestions, but it's starting to get annoying. If you're trying to make me feel a bit of pity then it's not working, because you're only making it harder for yourself. So, you better stop acting like this, and just be grateful of what I give you, understood?"
You don't respond, so he tugs your hair tighter and closer to his face.
"Understood?" he demands.
"I-I understand!" you answer.
He smirks as he stares at your face for a little while more, loving your weak and helpless face. Staring at it longer, he looks away, knowing he'll want more of it.
"Good," he says, "Use the tissue. I want to see you use it for a good use, so I won't have to waste it."
And you did as he said. With shaky hands, you followed his instructions, knowing you'd hate every second of it.
Why did you even stand up for yourself for a minute? You're stupid to think you could actually change this bully of yours.
