please be quiet

please be quiet - 0.1

note: the points of view will be messy in this one chapter i promise! I use 24-hour time. So 23 = 11 pm

Noise, that's all i hear from this world. It drives me insane, slamming my hand onto the bedpost feeling the sting enter my body as i tear up. Another noise... banging my hands over and over. They stung a firey burn. 

Please just be quiet.

I'm going insane, when did my life turn out like this. I used to sleep just fine but something triggered in my brain one day and it ruined my sleeping and school work. Making my own noise to cover their annoying one. Harming my body to get rid of the frustration that i felt deep inside. 

They enter my room and close the door. Darkness encloses the room, and all they tell me is. "I don't hear anything from here." Then leave, no comfort or what's wrong. it's 23 now, they decided to put the kettle on. 

For some reason, people came down and started to talk. Their voices annoyed me, their presence annoyed me. Taking a few deep breaths trying to calm the raging fire in my body. Making my hands tense so i could release the frustration. Hopefully not on my skin, but I already knew that it would end up on my skin. 

One big scratch on my forearm, the stinging pain enters as i smile with tears slowly going down to my cheeks. "i want to die, i want to die, i want to die, i want to die, i want to die," i repeat over and over in a hushed tone so they wouldn't hear me. It just doesn't stop. More scratches enter my to forearms. The stinging sensation on my arms. But all i can do is smile.

I start thinking about what blocks i have tomorrow. Lucky me, i have PE first thing but sadly all of the scratch marks will disappear somewhere i don't know. But some will stay there but they're the small pathetic ones. 

Then again in 4 grade, i cut up my arms and proudly showed them off to the whole PE class. Feeling the teachers eyes wander on my arms. It was amazing art, but moms can't just appreciate art sometimes. Telling me to cover it up and never do it again. She looked furious than sad.  

In 5 grade it was worse in other ways. I was so obsessive over my time. If i didn't get out of class on time i would start to scratch my arms knowing my sweet time was being used up so some useless kids who asked the dumbest questions when it was home time. And for some reason, the teachers decided to choose another student to tell them what to do.

Also, i once had a mental breakdown during first period of math. Crying in front of a teacher i hated and had contact with my mother. I don't know why i didn't go home that day, i had a big reason why i could've gone home. Instead, i got set up with the counselor who did nothing but give me a useless book where i wrote ideas to get my father to look at my exhibition and my 5-grade graduation. He never saw it once, i spent two whole months and it was just a waste.

Now being in high school being called gay left and right I've gotten used to it. But its the amount of noise i can't get used to. Hearing too much makes me lose control and all they gave me was noise blockers and basically threw me out of their office.

I tried them on but i got nasty comments about me, a lot of eyes looking at my appearance making fun of every part of me as they could. All they saw was a weak medical boy. One day we had a new student join our class. His name was Hajime Hinata. He was beautiful, he was everything i wanted to be.

Head to toe his measurements were amazing, the school uniform fit him, his tight pants showing every curve on his legs. The muscles were tight and you could see his ankles as well and his amazing tan skin. And don't get me started on his torso area, his waist was amazing. I'm sure he was hiding some abs there as well.

He had his uniform sleeve rolled halfway up giving us access to see his amazing arms, there were no scratches or beauty marks. There was smooth tan skin. His hands were big, they had a lot of muscle may be from intense writing? Or using those hand muscle training equipment. 

His eyes were a beautiful color as well. A murky green color like a swamp, with a hint of light yellow hiding. Eyelashes were long and healthy looking, eyebrows were thin and sleek. Very thin but his face lining up were just magnificent. His hair was a brown, spiky and messy. But you could easily tell that he had good scores from the look of his eyes. 

"Hello, my name is Hajime Hinata. Please treat me with care." Hajime bowed down afterward getting back into a straight position. The teacher decided that they had extra time for us in the audience to introduce ourselves as well. 

Not paying attention i look at the kanji we had to memorise this year. They were really difficult to remember, also to write it out. Sighing i start to doodle on a piece of paper i had brought with me.

There was a lot of noise but not wanting to make a fool of myself in front of the new student i don't put the noise blocker over my ears. I'll just distract myself to the noise. Luckily i sit all the way in the back. Nobody likes me so I'm sure they skip past me. 

It's getting a bit to noisy. I'll cover my ears now with my hands. 

After a few minutes of introductions, the teacher ends it. But it was at this moment Hajime caught something wrong. Seeing albino hair all the way in the back with his head down covering his ears. 

"Excuse me, you haven't introduced me to everyone." Hajime straightforwardly told the teacher. 

"Of course i have," The teacher generously replied back. Fiddling with their hands.

"No, you haven't. Whos the albino kid then? I should know if i had been introduced to them," Hajime stared into the eyes of the teacher and directed his eyes toward the boy in the back who had no idea what was going on.

No one wanted to get near the gay boy. No one wanted to be infected by him so people stayed away. But there was a purple-haired boy who gently tapped the albino's shoulder and whispered in his ear what was going on. 

The boy shot up. Thanking the purple-haired boy."I'm Nagito K-Komaeda." Voice cracks entered his sentences and all Nagito could hear were giggles and looks of judgments. He sat back down slouched over. He messed up.

Hajime then thanked the teacher and sat next to the white-haired boy. Next to the white-haired boy there was a purple-haired boy, whose name was Kokichi Ouma. With a big bright smile. The complete opposite of his albino friend. 

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hello! welcome to "please be quiet". 

WARNING!:

- there will be self harm

- it has not plot line (yet - march 27, 2019)

- komahina - pairing - hajime hinata x nagito komaeda

- oumasai pairing - shuichi saihara x kokichi ouma

- lazy editing, also i do not proofread so if there are any mistakes please tell me kindly.

- a mess

- did you stop reading? - probably. if not, hello (hallo, hola, hej, hei, say them in your language.) - if you want.