"I can't believe he's not human" Kou says in disbelief.
I looked down at my hands and began twirling them around nervously. 'If only they knew' I thought while biting my bottom lip.
I heard Tsuchigomori let out a sigh. "it's pretty common. We appar...
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★♡NoOne'sPOV♡★
★♡Flashback♡★
It was July 22 1969. It was the end of the day and everyone had already gone home. Except for two people. A teacher named Tsuchigomori and a young boy named Yugi Amane. They both sat in an empty classroom. Somehow the young black haired boy had Injured his arm and Tsuchigomori was tending to the wound.
"Won't you come out and tell me already?" Tsuchigomori asked as he dabbed a cotton ball on Amane injured arm. "Every single day" he mumbled in annoyance. Tsuchigomori stopped and looked up from the black-haired boy. "Who's doing this to you...Yugi?" He asked once again. Amane ignored his teacher and stared outside the widened with a frown. The teacher let out a small chuckle at his student stubbornness. "You still won't tell me?" Tsuchigomori said placing down the cotton ball before looking through the first-aid kit for some bandages. "You've been like this since first year but it's gotten worse since L/N-san dea-" Tsuchigomori quickly cut himself off before he could finish.
He looked up at Amane and noticed the sadness in the boy's expression at the mention of his childhood friend. "N/N-chan..."
Tsuchigomori frowned to himself as he turns back to the first-aid kit and grabbed the bandages. "Your bruises don't fade. You've got no friends. You cut class" he said wrapping the bandages around his arm. After he finished Amane stared at his bandaged arm silently. "Are you listening, Yugi Amane?"
Amane turned his head away from his teacher not wanting to talk about it. "You're so pushy, Tsuchigomori-Sensei" he mumbled.
A growl escaped Tsuchigomori lips at what the boy had just said. "You little-" he once again cut into off and sighed knowing that Amane was just being a little shit because he wants to talk about it. "Listen" Tsuchigomori started sending the black-haired boy a worried look. "I'm worried about you..."
Amane looked ay his teacher before looking down at his bandaged hand. "About what? This?" He questions pointing at it. "It's totally fine. I don't really mind" Amane tried to re-insure Tsuchigomori.
But it didn't work.
Tsuchigomori got up and grabbed the young boy the shoulders. "Well, I do" he yelled startling the young boy. "What reason could possibly justify hurting someone like-"
"It's fine!" Amane yelled cutting Tsuchigomori off. Tsuchigomori took his hands off the boy's shoulders and stared down at him. "Even if it's not justified..." Amane said before standing up. "...Even if there's no reason...I don't mind." Tsuchigomori sadly stared at his student with pity in his eyes. He knew Amane was going through things. Just a couple of months ago his best friend had killed her self. And through those months things just kept going downhill for the young boy. "Guess what, Sensei" Amane said snapping his teacher out of his thoughts. "I've got a moon rock."
