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“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Please Vote for Me

FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka, Manami Aoki, Watabe Nozomi, Minaho + Takeda-Sensei

TW: Y/N kicks Stinkyshima lmao, Teasing/Acts of Bullying, Mild Language

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn

WORD COUNT: 5,390

“A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL” Masterlist

A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry for the delay of this chapter! Tumblr ended up marking my account as explicit as I was trying to change my profile picture🗿, so I wasn’t able to post :,(( This chapter’s a bit long.. but thank you so much again! MWAH ILYYY!! 💖

The sound of students chattering fills the classrooms of Class-4.

“Good morning class-4” Ono-Sensei strolls in, her heels clicking the floor. The students quiet down as they stand, greeting their homeroom teacher back in sync before sitting. “As you may know we are near spring semester, following will be our Culture Festival, held on campus before your spring break.” The students cheer as she stands tall in front of the podium, her hand resting on the left arm. “Alright-alright, I’m not finished yet. We are in need of a class monitor to represent us for not only the event, but for the rest of your high-school career.” She scans the room before her eyes fall on Tsukishima. “Tsukishima-kun, I would like to ask if you can hold up to this position.” She says out loud.

Tsukishima visibly freezes in his spot before standing, clearing his throat. “I apologize, Ono-Sensei, but I am a bit occupied at the moment with preparing for the Spring High Preliminaries with the Volleyball Club. I won’t be able to dedicate most of my time towards the Culture Festival.” He says before seating himself. “That’s not a problem. Yamaguchi-kun?” Yamaguchi stands before speaking. “I’m sorry Ono-Sensei, I’m also a part of the volleyball club…” Yamaguchi trails, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh that’s right, it’s no worries as well” Ono-Sensei clears her throat before beginning. “Since two of our top students are unable to represent our class, we will hold an election. Remember the job of the class monitor holds a lot of responsibility and weight. Not only will you be the class monitor, you will represent class-4 as a whole. All you do will be reflected back to us, understood? We will continue this discussion after break, now if you can all pull your textbooks out to page 17 where we left off.” She announces, turning her back to the board preparing her chalk.

The bell rings for break as the lesson pauses. Students make their way out of the classroom to spend the short period.

Yamaguchi stands from his seat, making his way to Yachi, pulling a chair by her desk. You turn to face your four friends in excitement. “Who do you think will join and win the election?” “Ahmmmm” Yachi places a finger under her chin. “I have no clue, I would have thought Tsukishima or Yamaguchi-kun would be perfect for the position.” She turns to look at Yamaguchi. “You’re very good at leading, and have a friendly reputation.” The freckled boy blushes immensely from the compliment. “Though if I’m honest, I feel Manami-chan has been very active in the class lately.” “Oh! Yachi-san you do have a point!” Yamaguchi agrees with her. You grit your teeth to the name of that she-devil before turning to Tsukishima, your expression softening. “What do you think, Tsukki?” Tsukishima not sparing a second to think. “Manami Aoki.” Before putting his headphones back on. You huff in jealousy at the sound of Tsukishima mentioning her name. ‘What’s so good about her anyways? I’m just as capable..’ You think looking in her seat’s direction.

The bell rings and the students make their way back to class, Ono-Sensei following after.

“Welcome back class, I hope you had a relaxing break. Now before we move onto our next lesson, please raise your hand if you would like to run for class monitor. Keep in mind what I had said earlier, this position holds a lot of duty and trust, there will come many responsibilities. Do I make myself clear?” Ono-sensei eyes her students, before the class responds with a “yes” in sync. “Perfect. Now please raise your hand if you would like to run for the position.”

She watches as three students raise their hands, of course Manami Aoki being one of the three. Writing their names down one by one, when she finally reaches Manami, your ears perk remembering Tsukishima saying her name, ‘Manami Aoki’. You close your eyes, not having any control, you raise your hand. “Ah, and lastly f/n l/n.” The sound of your name causes the class to go silent, turning their head back to you.

Whispers among the students are heard. Yachi turns her head to you whispering “y/n!” You open your lids and see dozens of eyes looking in your direction. Feeling embarrassment creep up your spine, you look towards Tsukishima’s seat. He too was staring, but immediately looks away the moment you made eye contact.

“Hah, I didn’t think y/n would want to run. Not with her best skill being irresponsible.” Watabe comments, gaining a couple chuckles from the class. You let your hand down, sinking into your seat in embarrassment. “Watabe Nozomi-” Ono-sensei tries to scold before; Tsukishima, irritated, slaps his pen to his notebook, immediately shutting up the chuckling students.

You and Yachi find yourselves at Ukai’s shop afterschool, Yachi offering to treat you to snacks, hoping to help cheer you up after Watabe’s uncalled remark.

“Hey y/n, don’t listen to them. I think it was pretty courageous of you to raise your hand and run for such a… interesting position.” Yachi says, tapping the two wrapped pastries in her hand together.

“Yaaaaachiii!!! I had no idea what came over me, after I heard her name I couldn’t control myself. It’s like my hand went up on it’s own, and before I knew it Ono-sensei was writing my name down!” You cry to her.

Yachi pats your shoulder as you turn the corner of the aisle, pausing and turning back immediately from hearing and seeing Watabe Nozomi and Manami Aoki.

“Y/n has some nerve running for class monitor.” “Nozomi-chan, everyone should get a chance. No matter how underqualified they are.” Manami replies, the two letting out a laugh before heading out.

Yachi turns to you, seeing the hurt look on your face. “Hey, ignore them, I think you’re going to do well, come on let’s go.” She takes your hand, paying coach Ukai at the register before you two head out.

The next day approaches, and you stand by the vending machines, rehearsing your lines. You let out a yawn, you stayed up all night preparing your speech. As you close your mouth, you feel a straw poke your lips. Jumping back in confusion, you open your eyes to find Kageyama standing in front of you, a strawberry milk carton in hand with its straw facing you. “Morning boss.” “Kageyama Tobio! Don’t scare me like that!” Kageyama lets out a sly smile as he waits for you to take the milk carton that has already touched your lips. You take it from his hands and sip. You pop your lip, letting out a refreshing “ah” before looking up into his blue eyes.

You guys stare for a few seconds before you let out a cry, clutching your hair. “Kageyama! What am I going to do, I’m so nervous and scared, I feel like I’m going to embarrass myself in front of the class again! Everyone’s going to make a fool out of me and-and-” You let out a yelp as Kageyama pulls you into an embrace. You let yourself suffocate into his school’s blazer, letting your hands fall to your side, letting out a muffled scream.

Kageyama pulls away and you look up at him with a pout. “You got this” he says, cheeks a bit flushed. He takes both his hands and awkwardly begins to pat your hair back down, fixing it. He then takes your bag in his hands. “Ready for class?”

Just as the bell for break rings, you immediately jump to your seat, grabbing your water bottle and making your way to the water fountains. You feel sick, absolutely sick to your stomach, absolutely afraid, thinking you need more water to help quench that feeling in your stomach. You look up as you take the steps onto the platform, seeing Tsukishima filling his water bottle. You turn around quickly, flattening your hair before approaching right behind him. “Tsukki!” The boy pays no mind, as he continues to fill his water bottle. “I feel so nervous…” He stops the water from running, turning the lid of the water bottle. “You’d vote for me right?” You ask looking at him. He turns to make eye contact with you before replying bluntly. “You think?” He begins walking back to class, having you stand there, your smile dying.

“And this is why, I hope you would not only allow me to partake in such a responsible role, but to also server for you all as a class. Thank you for your time.” Manami speaks before bowing. The class erupts in claps. She takes a step to the side, shoving you slightly with her shoulder as she steps down the podium. “Well done Manami-chan, now may I have y/n please step up to the podium.” Ono-sensei asks of you, and you do so. You begin to lightly shake, setting your written speech on the podium. You look up to immediately find your friends to seek comfort, Hinata, Kageyama, Yachi, Yamaguchi… Tsukki? Before you can ask where Tsukki had gone, Ono-sensei speaks. “You may now begin.”

Taking a large gulp, you hold onto the ends of your paper, trembling slightly. “M-my name is f/n tsuki- I-I mean l/n… and I would.. I would..” You begin to stutter, the class beginning to laugh quietly. “You’re laughing? Try going up there and speak-” Kageyama bursts irritated. “Enough-” Ono-sensei is interrupted by Yamaguchi’s hand slapping onto the desk.

You turn to catch eyes with him, Hinata, Kageyama and Yachi, holding up a mini sign “You can do it!” You close your eyes to take a deep breath before your smile reappears on your face, opening your eyes as you begin;

“Hi everyone, I know that you may feel it's ridiculous that I am standing here. I have never been a good student, when it comes to academics, or socialization. A lot of times I make mistakes and embarrass myself. However, I would like to make a change for you. We will be classmates for the next three years, when we may quarrel and get angry at each other, and make mistakes. What's more is when we work together as a class, I hope that the l/n f/n that remains in your memory, will not be the one that always causes trouble, but also one that is there to help you. I want to be a monitor who is with you from now until the end. Thank you.” You give a bright smile before bowing.

The class stays silent before rounds of applause are heard, and you smile brightens just a tad bit more.

“Beautiful, now, let’s get to the votes.” Ono-sensei cheers as students begin to hand their ballot in. “Yamaguchi-kun, would you mind collecting the ballots and reading to me the names?” Yamaguchi agrees and begins to collect the ballots. Making his way to Ono-sensei afterwards. “ “Hamada Hiro. Manami Aoki. Manami Aoki. L/n F/n. Manami Aoki. Manami Aoki. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. Manami Aoki.” Yamaguchi reads as Ono-sensei writes the tallies on the board. Manami gives you a side glance as Yamaguchi reads the final slip. “And L/N.” You turn to the board, seeing you have one vote more than Manami.

“Alright class that settles it, let's congratulate L/n F/n on her new role as class-4′s monitor!” The class erupts in a cheer, clapping as they congratulate you. “W-wait!” Ono-sensei turns to look at you. “Where’s Tsukishima?” “He had gone out to collect some paperwork from Takeda-sensei for me, it’s okay we can skip him-” As Ono-sensei finished, Tsukishima walks in with a stack of paper in hand. “Ono-sensei, here’s the paperwork.” He says, handing it to her before heading to his seat. “Tsukki!” The blonde stops in his tracks before turning to Yamaguchi, “Your vote?” he asks. Tsukishima looks to you, then to the board. “Manami Aoki.” He replies before sitting down.

Yachi, Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Hinata are in shock before Hinata yells “He betrayed us!” You feel your heart tear once again by the blonde, as the girl besides you lets out a snicker.

“Well, since we have a tie, we will allow both Manami Aoki and L/n F/n to be co-monitors for this week, in the meantime we will observe and have a final vote at the end. Please take your seats, and turn to page…”

You tune out the sounds around you as you sit back down, shrinking into your seat.

The next day you arrive to class, immediately sitting before resting your chin to your arm, pouting, looking towards Tsukishima’s direction.

Hinata, Kageyama and Yachi come in together, greeting you before they notice your depressing behavior as you look at Tsukishima. Kageyama immediately pats your head while Hinata and Yachi try to cheer you up with their sweet words. As they do, the three stop seeing Manami approach Tsukishima with a cutely wrapped jar, filled with various sweets.

“Disgusting” Kageyama mutters before pulling away from you. The four of you watching the exchange.

“Tsukishima-san, thank you so much for your vote the other day, these are for you!!!” She attempts to get his attention, but he ignores her, headphones still on. Kageyama and Hinata begin to chuckle, causing her attention to face you four, giving YOU a scowl look before turning back to Tsukishima. “Excuse me, Tsukishima-san?” You watch as Tsukishima lets out an irritated sigh, lifting his headphones off. Looking back to Manami you see as she smiles and perks up, probably due to finally getting the boy’s attention. “These are for you-” “No thanks.” He interrupts immediately. Now it's your turn to chuckle. Manami scoffs, leaving the jar of sweets on his table before stomping away.

“Oh! Tsukki~” Yamaguchi lets out cheerfully as he makes his way to his desk beside his friend. “Shut up Yamaguchi” He says back. “Wow, look at those sweets they look delicious” He comments as he sits. You watch as Tsukishima grabs the jar, immediately moving it to Yamaguchi’s desk before putting his headphones back on. “Thanks Tsukki!” The freckled boy says cutely. You turn to look towards Manami, irritated that the boy she admired just gave her present away to someone else so easily.

You, Kageyama, Hinata and Yachi make your way back to class after fetching water during break, Hinata begins “Y/n, it’s time for you to turn to another guy.” At this, Kageyama immediately perks up, looking towards your direction nodding. “Never” You say pouting, holding your water bottle closer to your chest. The three let out a sigh before entering the class.

As you enter and make your way back to your seats, you hear the voice of Watabe speaking to Manami, talking badly about you as always. “That last vote for y/n was so embarrassing.” Hinata immediately stands, defending you. “Don’t talk about y/n like that.” The two girls turn their heads to the boy “Huh? It’s a fact. Y/n really thinks she has the weight to be a class monitor.”

The tension in the room becomes heavy, Yamaguchi speaking, about to break up the possible fight. “Hey-” Tsukishima immediately gets out of his seat, walking towards the door before-

Kageyama grabs him by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Not even looking at him, he lets out a demanding “Say it.”

The whole class turns their attention to the two, Yamaguchi too turns his attention, confused and terrified of what is to come.

Hinata then turns, making his way to stand in front of Tsukishima. “Yeah! Why didn’t you vote for y/n?”

Tsukishima gives Hinata a glare before snapping his wrist away from Kageyama’s tight grip. He turns to look at you, you’re looking back at him wondering the same question. “She doesn’t fit for the position.” He says coldly before moving past Hinata, making his way out of the class.

You sit there, processing what he had just said before running out after him. You stand in front of him, blocking his path. He stops confused why you had followed him out, now blocking him. tears forming to your eyes you ask “How come I don’t fit for the position?” “You just don’t” He replies immediately. “But Manami Aoki does? Why?” “Because she’s better than you.” He hadn’t meant to say it like that. You look up to him in disbelief, before lifting your leg to kick him. “FUCK- Y/N!” He cries, grabbing onto his leg. You look at him in shock, not believing you just kicked him before running back inside, tears streaming down your face.

You sink into your seat, casing your crying form into your arms. Yachi, Hinata and Kageyama immediately notice.

“Y/n? What happened?” Yachi asks. From this, Yamaguchi turns to you four, immediately making his way, grabbing a chair and sitting beside you. “Y/n-chan?” Yamaguchi now asks, trying to get you to look up. “Y/n. Please tell us what happened, are you okay?” Yachi asks again. Kageyama now upset, he stands, making his way in front of your desk kneeling down. You don’t budge. Irritated, he asks “Did he bully you?! I’ll beat him up!” He begins to roll the sleeves to his blazer and storm out. “Yeah!” Hinata stands, mimicking the tall boy. Before the two can move, Yamaguchi stops Kageyama, as Yachi stops Hinata.

“I-... I-...” You begin slowly lifting your head. The four turn back to you, sitting down as they listened. “I kicked Tsukki…” You begin to cry harder, feeling guilty. Yamaguchi feels the soul leave his body, Yachi sits there in shock trying to process if what she heard you confess was right. “What?! You kicked him?!” Hinata asks, “Damn” Kageyama lets out a laugh before patting you on the back. “Good job y/n!” You begin to sob harder. “What should i do? Do you think he hates me? Should I apologize to him?”. Yamaguchi rubs the back of his neck, and Yachi goes in to hug you while Kageyama glares at Hinata for making you cry harder. “I don’t think he hates you” Yachi tries comforting you. Yamaguchi then suggests “let’s do something else to take your mind off this.. Hey miss monitor, don’t you have to collect the activity fee for next week?” You look up to him and nod.

Grabbing your backpack, you take the envelope Ono-sensei gave you earlier. The four immediately pull their wallets out, handing you the money for the activity fee. You smile at your friends as Yachi goes to help you ask around the class for them to turn the fee into you.

During lunch, the five of you sit together, you’re still sulking over the incident while picking your food. “Come on y/n, eat! It happened already, don’t think about it too much!” Yamaguchi says. “You’re the one who kicked him, but I’m the one who feels good.” Kageyama lets out a low smirk, turning to you. You begin to tear up again, he immediately stops and offers you his dessert. “‘M sorry…” You take his dessert and begin to stuff your mouth with it.

“How’s the collection going?” Yamaguchi tries changing the topic, before you look up at him. “Er- Almost done but…” Yachi replies looking back to you. You pout as you continue to gaze mindlessly at your unfinished meal. “I don’t want to ask him for the fee…” The three boys know who you are referring to.

Back in class, the five of you sit down in your seats. You look towards Tsukishima’s direction.

“Y/n… I can go with you if you want…” Yachi says, you turn to face her. “No Yach, it’s okay…” You grab the envelope on your desk, making your way towards Tsukishima. Immediately he turns his head, looking up at you. “Um…” He notices the envelope in your hands, immediately pulling out a full bill. “Change” he says as looks back to his notes. As you take the money, you notice Manami’s presence in front of you. She looks to you before facing Tsukishima. “Tsukishima-san, Takeda-sensei asked for me to notify you to go to his office later.” Tsukishima nods, not even looking from his notes. You see Manami lean closer to him. “You know-” Jealous, you immediately slap the change back onto Tsukishima’s desk. The two surprised by your demeanor, looking to you as you make your way back to your seat.

You sigh as you slip the envelope of money into your notebook, the bell for class ringing.

After class, the second break takes place. Manami makes her way to you. “Don’t forget about the activity fee.” She looks down at you. You look up to her from your seat nodding. As she walks away you let out a quiet “You’re telling me.”

You begin to take your backpack out, retrieving the envelope. You notice, it’s not in your bag. Looking into your desk, you begin to dig every scrap, taking everything out as you begin to panic. Yachi turns to you, watching you panic. “Y/n?” You turn and give her a look. She then knows what you’re trying to say. “You lost the-” You slap your hand to her mouth, dragging her out of the class. Kageyama notices and follows after you two.

You dragged Yachi to the girls’ bathroom.

“Yes…” You admit to her looking down.

Making your way out of the bathroom, the two of you notice Kageyama waiting outside.

“You okay boss?” He asks.

You turn to look at Yachi, trying to think of an excuse. You begin to bend over, holding onto your stomach. “Argh- yeah! My stomach just hurts…” You give Yachi a side glance, begging for her to go along with it. “Uh yeah! Y/n wasn’t feeling well so we went to the bathroom together…” Yachi trails.

Kageyama looks between the two of you before letting out a relieved sigh. “I was very worried for a second, but now I’m just worried.” He looks back to Yachi, then to you. “I’ll go to the nurse’s to get you something that can help you.” Before the two of you can stop him, he’s already running away in the direction of the nurse’s office.

You two look at each other in disbelief that he actually bought the horrible acting, now making your way back to class.

“Y/n!” You turn to Hinata and Yamaguchi who were waiting for you to come back. “Is everything okay?” They ask, and you admit to them as well you had lost the money.

The four of you immediately go on a quest to find the missing envelope, before class begins.

In the meantime…

Kageyama takes a deep breath before going into the nurse’s office, bending over with his arm to his stomach. The nurse looks from his clipboard, noticing the boy.

Kageyama stares at him before remembering his act. “Argh…” He plops down into the seat in front of him. “Sir I don’t feel well…” He keeps himself down. “Oh?” The nurse lets his clipboard down. “What seems to be the problem?”

Kageyama blinks trying to think of something. “My leg… no uh my stomach, it hurts so bad argh…”

The nurse lets out a small laugh. “A stomach ache?” He stands, heading to the cabinet behind him. “For you or?” Kageyama looks up at him, then resumes back to his normal behavior. “For a friend sir…” The nurse laughs, before taking out a heat pack, handing it to him.

“You’re not too good with acting champ.” Kageyama takes the heat pack from the nurse, before heading out, embarrassed.

You plop down at the staircase, frustrated. Yamaguchi looking to Yachi. “Y/n, why don’t you stay here and relax, we’ll try out best to find it.” Yamaguchi says, before the two head off to continue the search.

As they head down, Tsukishima turns the corner of the steps, making his way up. Before turning again, he stops, his hand on the railing. “You lost the activity fee?”

You freeze, looking up to him. “No…” You lie.

“Oh good” He lets out sarcastically with a fake sigh of relief, about to continue his way up the stairs before-

“Ah!” You cling onto his leg. He looks down at you, surprised by the sudden action. “Yes… help me?”

Tsukishima pauses for a second before replying “Why would I?” “Please?” You immediately reply, giving him puppy eyes.

He sighs before taking a seat next to you on the staircase.

“How did you lose it?” “I can’t remember…” “When did you last have it?” “I can’t remember…” “Think harder” “I can’t!” You let out in frustration, Tsukishima lets out a sigh.

“You asked me earlier for the activity fee during class, what did you do with the envelope after?” He asks, you look up trying to remember. You stop before turning your head to him. “It’s in my practice book!” You smile at him, before it immediately drops.

“The one I turned into… Takeda-sensei…” Tsukishima sighs, he sees Kageyama making his way to you two from afar. He begins to get up before you stop him once again, clinging to his leg. “I still need help…” You try using your puppy eyes again.

Tsukishima kneels down on one knee, leaning closer to your face, as he motions his hands in a ‘come closer’ motion. You lean your ear towards him before he replies.

“Aren’t you good at kicking people? Kick him.” He says before leaving up the stairs.

You watch as he makes his way up the stairs quickly. “Tsukki!”

Kageyama makes his way to you, handing the heat pack before sitting beside you. “For your stomach ache.” You look at him, replying with a “thanks” before handing it back, making your way up the stairs where Takeda-sensei’s office could be. Kageyama watches as, thinking you are following after Tsukishima, he lets out a sigh.

You turn your head as you walk down the hall, looking left and right, making sure the ‘coast is clear’ before sneaking into the teacher’s office, and slowly shutting the door behind you. You immediately make your way to Takeda-sensei’s desk, sitting on his chair as you search for your practice book.

You are so focused on your search, that you didn’t realize another person had slid the office door open, making their way in to stand in front of Takeda-sensei’s desk, watching you.

You feel the presence of someone watching you, looking up you notice a figure, before you can hide down, you notice it’s just Tsukishima. You sigh in relief as you begin searching for your practice book.

Tsukishima watches you, before turning his attention to the door.

As you continue searching, the door slides open, revealing Ono-sensei and Takeda-sensei making their way in. Tsukishima immediately blocks your view from them as you stand straight, shuffling Takeda-sensei’s desk to how it originally looked.

“Tsukishima-kun?” The two teachers ask. Tsukishima stands, trying to figure a way to hold them as you finish. “Takeda-sensei, Manami-chan had mentioned you wanted to meet with me?” Takeda-sensei looks at the boy before remembering. “Ah yes!” He turns to his coworker. “Tsukishima-kun has been very active, towards his academics and performance in the school’s volleyball club.” Tsukishima gives you a side glance, tuning out whatever Takeda-sensei was talking to Ono-sensei about.”

“And you?” Tsukishima freezes, before turning back to Ono-sensei. You poke from behind his tall figure. “Tsukishima-san asked me to accompany him...” You lie. Ono-sensei looks to Tsukishima, he nods looking away.

“Well there’s no need, Takeda-sensei’s here now. Let’s get back to class.” You nod and make your way out with her, looking behind to Tsukishima as Ono-sensei slides the door shut.

Tsukishima watches as the two of you disappear into the hall.

Back in class, the bell rings for instructions to begin again.

“Monitor’s please hand in your work that was assigned to you.” You watch as Manami hands a folder of documents to Ono-sensei.

“Y/n-chan?” She asks looking to you after taking the folder from Manami.

“Ono-sensei…” You stand from your seat, everyone in class turning their attention to you.

“I… I lost the activity fee envelope…” You confess, hanging your head down as the class erupts in shock.

Tsukishima stands by Takeda-sensei’s desk as his advisor goes on about the volleyball club. He notices one of the practice notebooks, bulging. He reads the name on it, it's yours. As Takeda-sensei speaks, Tsukishima discreetly nudges the stack of practice notebooks, causing them to fall over.

He apologizes to Takeda-sensei, immediately diving to pick up the notebooks, slipping the envelope into the sleeve of his blazer, before setting the stack of notebooks on his desk. Bidding a farewell as he makes his way out, running back to class.

“Are you serious?” “How much was in the envelope?” “I can’t believe you lost all the money!” The class begins to interrogate and scold you. “What a joke for y/n to be the monitor” Watabe scoffs, you look down saddened and ashamed before the classroom door opens, revealing Tsukishima catching his breath.

Tsukishima looks at you, making his way inside. “Sensei, the money is right here.” He turns to face Ono-sensei as he hands her the envelope. “Y/n-chan left the money to me.”

“No” Tsukishima turns to look at you. “I lost it, and Tsukki- Tsukishima-san retrieved it for me. I’m so sorry, I’m not fit to be a monitor.” You apologize, with your head low. You don’t notice Tsukishima looking at you in shock as he makes his way back to his seat.

You stay standing, before Ono-sensei speaks up.

“Look, you’re all still young. I don’t remember if you still remember what Y/n-chan said during the election. ‘We will be classmates for the next three years, when we may quarrel and get angry at each other, and make mistakes.’ Y/n-chan had made a great point.” Ono-sensei turns her attention back to you. “But you also missed, Y/n-chan, that these three years is a time when you will truly grow up. It doesn’t mean how many chemical equations you master, nor does it mean whether you can solve all the questions in math. It means how you are going to be qualified as an adult. You should have the courage to admit to your mistakes.”

You look up to her, making your way from your seat to the front of the class. “I made a mistake, and I am sorry.” You apologize.

Ono-sensei smiles to you, proud of your mature action. “And you” She turns her attention back to the class. “You all also need to have a broad heart to tolerate each others’ mistakes.” Everyone turns to face you. “It’s okay Y/n-chan.”

You look to your class, giving a warm smile. “Thank you, but really- It was my fault this time.” You turn your attention to face Ono-Sensei. “Ono-sensei, thank you for the opportunity, but I would like to resign from the position.” Ono-sensei looks at you, before letting you back to your seat. “Okay” She calls, “It’s over. Manami Aoki is our new class monitor.” She announces before class resumes.

You walk beside Tsukishima as he pushes his bike in hand. You stop, grabbing onto the ends of his blazer. He stops and turns to you, looking down.

“You were right. I don’t fit to be a monitor.” You admit to him.

Tsukishima gets on his bike, before turning his gaze back to you. “But actually, you were a really good one.” He says as he begins to lightly pedal, riding off slowly.

You stand in shock, before running after him smiling. “Ah! Tsukki- wait!”

Tsukishima replies out loud “Wait for you to kick me again?”

You let out a laugh, as you hop on the end of his bike, missing the small smile on his face.

A/N: AAAAAAAA Thank you so much again for taking the time to read my very bad writing! 💖I hope you’re enjoying the series so far, I swear half of the time as I write and plan out what happens, I’m giggling and flustered, I srsly can’t concentrate ToT I just love the Chinese drama so much and just AAAAAHH JIANG CHEN!! See uuu next chapter!! Hehehe! 🙈

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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Hug. ⅱ

→Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader

→Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

→Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Attempt Suicide and mentions of self degrading, insecurities, anxiety, negative thoughts, physical injuries.

→Looking from the perspective of Liu Yangyang, the boy who bullied a girl to the point she had a scar to burden both of their lives. He lived on with a heavy heart until he finally enters college and bumps into a girl with a familiar scar and the same tattoo on her wrist as his.

→ Chapter: ⅱ, ⅲ

The next day, Y/n didn't come to school. Yesterday was a huge fiasco, the teachers were frantically helping the poor girl who just stood there frozen, staring at her hand with fear in her eyes. Blood staining her sweater and dripping down her chin. The bleeding wasnt stopping.

Everything went by as a blur to Yangyang. His peers mumbling, "dude, you went to far." repeatedly around him. But all he could focus on was y/n's eyes which were red with tears, holding herself back from showing her pain.

He finally opened his eyes to him actions.

He realised what he had done wrong when he saw his older brother, Ten, on his knees infront of y/n's parents, asking for forgiveness with an envelope filled with money in his hand right infront of their house.

"Her lips needed to be stitched." was the rumor going around his class after she was sent to the hospital that day. When he came home, he was immediately dragged by Ten. He didn't even give him time to drop off his backpack at the porch of their house.

He didn't come from a very wealthy family, so he was surprised to see a huge wad of cash handed to her parents. He stood patiently outside of the gates just like Ten told him to, waiting for his brother to come back and scold him for his actions and restrict him from his Ps4.

His eyes widened when he saw Ten walking out of the gates with a kind smile on his face. "Don't be so naughty again, alright?" Ten told him with a soft voice, ruffling Yangyang's hair with the hand that wasn't covering his jaw. "Let's go home," Ten coaxed, putting a hand on the young boy's back.

Yangyang's chest clenched with guilt as he tried to move his eyes and mind away from the bruised lips of his brother. He was sure it wasn't there before. "I'll carry that for you, kid." Ten spoke, grabbing the straps of Yangyang's bag and swinging it onto his shoulder.

Yangyang realised he screwed up bad if his brother wasn't joking around like usual. Ten was always the nice older brother, after all. Yangyang's body tensed as he walked behind his brother, his fists clench in frustration.

Yangyang sighed as all he felt was water. His book falling on his head, wetting his hair. The people he once called 'Friends' looking up at him with disgust and malice as they push him to the fountain filled with dirty water, dumping the contents of his bag into it as well, soaking his notebook and bag.

"See you tomorrow, Yangyang." Marc chuckled harshly, tugging the sleeves of his baggy sweater before walking away with the rest of his gang. Tossing his pencil box towards the poor boy.

Yangyang panted, his breath harsh as his heartbeat started to decrease slowly from its rapid beating. His eyes relaxed as he watched the grey water drip down his hair, feeling the moss that was growing on the fountain under his palms.

Yangyang stared at his soaked figure before sighing, closing his eyes briefly as he recalled the events that just happened a couple of hours ago at school.

Yangyang's grip on his pen tighten when he saw the principal walk into class with a cold expression on his face and stood next to his homeroom teacher, both sharing a stern look on their faces. This wasn't going to be good.

"It has come to my attention that Y/n L/n hasn't been doing well in school. Regarding her absence, her mother has called to inform the school that she has been coming home with bruises on her forearms and knees. Allegedly caused by a harsh fall. We are worried that L/N is being bullied in class." the principal spoke in a low voice.

"Please inform us right now if you have witness any sort of harassment has occurred to L/N. Confess immediately for your actions or else your parents might also be in trouble." the principal spoke in a dull tone. Yangyang's heartbeat increased as his ears were suddenly muffled, a loud ringing song pierced his ears as he could hear the loud movements of his heart increasing rapidly.

Yangyang felt as if his pencil was bout to break with the amount of strength he was putting on his grip with each word coming out of the principal's mouth. "Liu Yangyang." His teacher called out, making Yangyang flinch at the loud tone of his usually laid back teacher.

"Yes!" He responded with an alarmed gasp, looking up from his desk to meet the angered eyes of his teacher through his glasses. "There's no hiding it, it's you. Now stand up!" his teacher yelled, slamming the sides of his fist onto the teachers table, causing the whole class to flinch.

No one dared to let out a small puff of breathe as the atmosphere began to thicken. Yangyang jolted up in his seat, standing up as shivers went down his spine with fear. His heart pounding as eyes around the class stared at him.

"Miao Miao." His teacher called out to his desk mate, eyes turning to her shocked ones. " You sat next to Yangyang, during these times, what do you think of the situation?" he asked. Miao Miao was one of the main people who teased and bullied y/n as much as Yangyang did. Surely she would get punished as well, right?

Miao Miao's expression turned relaxed as she avoided Yangyang and the teacher's eyes to look out at the window as she leaned her chin against her palm. "I told him to stop it, but he didn't want to listen. What am I suppose to do when Yangyang's stubborn like that?" she chuckled.

Yangyang's eyes widened in shock and betrayal. How could she say that after she, too, teased her as bad as he did? Well, maybe not as bad but she did some harsh things as well. Yangyang let out an "EH?" out of reflex when he heard her.

"Marc," his teacher called out, disrupting the young boy to call out another witness. Attention going into his friend who stared emotionlessly at the teacher. "What bout you?"

Yangyang stared desperately at his friend who won't even make eye contact. "I told him, 'Stop, thats really mean,' but like always, he won't listen." Marc sighed hopelessly before Yangyang let out a noise of pure shock.

"Marc! What the heck are you talking bout? You're always in it with me!" Yangyang exclaimed angrily, putting his palms on his desk as eyes went to him again. "The girls always trashtalked bout Y/n more than I can count. Especially Miao Miao and Yizing!" he spoke truthfully.

"Yangyang, how could you say that?" Yizing spoke with a sad tone. Her eyes filled with shock and tears, "I would never do that to Y/n! Yangyang you're so cruel, why would you tell a lie like that?! " she cried as tears began to stream down her face.

Yangyang's expression was filled with betrayal as he furrowed his brows in confusion, staring at the sobbing girl as looks of disgust and disappointment surrounded him. His heart rate increasing in his chest.

"He made her cry"

"Wow, what a jerk"

"Poor Yizing."

"She's crying?"

"What a bully."

"That's so cruel of him."

Yangyang opened his eyes before slowly getting up and quietly grabbed his wet notebooks and started gathering them. The soft sound of water moving along with him was the only thing that comforted his sorrow.

Day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by minute.

Second by second.

Yangyang dreaded his life at school.

He would trip over his classmate's shoe that was purposely stuck out for him to fall or stumble over. They would purposely kick or throw a ball in his direction and apologize profusely with no remorse of their actions.

They would scribble harsh words on his desk with the old chalk kept under the teacher's table for arts class. They would push him into the fountain water after school and dump out the contents of his back right infront of him and leave him on the ground as they snicker away laughing at the person who they once called a friend.

Yangyang never retorted or spoke back at them. Yet again, what was he suppose to do? He was in the wrong after all.

After cleaning up his desk with a wet cloth, he would always walk home with a sad expression. With the words written on his desk engraved in his thick skull.

'Go away, Yangyang'

'Stupid Yangyang'

'Bully'

'Jerk'

'Go to hell'

'Idiot'

He would come home running up to his room as fast as he can before Ten could see him as he cooked. "Yangyang!" Ten called out as Yangyang ran passed his brother, his hair soaking wet, his hands gripping his papers that were crumpled up and wet from his clothes.

A loud slam came from the door of Yangyang's room as it shut tight, leaving a concerned Ten looking up at the second floor from the staircase, a skillet filled with some eggs in one hand and a spatula in the other.

Yangyang sighed, his shoes making small squelching noises with his every step. Another day school day, another day of being pushed to the fountain. The sun was beginning to set, he has just finished his soccer practice and is currently heading back to his class to grab his bag to pack up and go home.

His eyes widened slightly when he turned and stood at the doorway of his class to see a familiar figure standing right infront of his desk, her back towards him. He knew that figure too well.

His blood began to boil at the sight of her. "Hey! What are you doing!?" he exclaimed, walking up to her. Seeing as she had ignored him, he grabbed y/n's shoulders and pulled her away from his desk. "What are you doing to my desk, you creep!" he growled angrily before pausing.

His eyes widened at his desk which was now spotless and clean. There wasn't a single trace of chalk like there was a couple hours ago. His eyes went to the dirty now multicolored wet cloth in her hand to her face.

"It's that smile again." he breathed out before pushing her by her shoulder to his desk. "What do you think you're doing, Huh?!" he yelled, pining her to the desk with a hand on her shoulder.

"What's with that smile? Aren't you pissed at me, too?!" he screamed angrily as she tried to push him away with her palms, letting out small grunts. "Thought you can't speak! What do you wanna say to me Huh? Say it, you freak!" he screamed.

Suddenly, y/n bit her wrist, making him release her at the sharp pain. Shock over coming home as she began kicking him with her feet to fight back, Yangyang's anger overtaking his body as his hand went to grab her wrist to stop her from punching his chest and his other went to pull her hair.

Small grunts and whines came from her throat as the room was filled with the sound of her shoe coming in contact with his clothes and their struggling. "Stop pretending that you're all friendly, it's pathetic!" he gasped out as she finally released her grip on the desk to grip his wrists from pushing and pulling against her hair.

She kicked him til he fell down on the floor. She got up and tackled him, her knees on either side of the young boy's chest as she began pulling and pushing on his face and shirt. Letting out her pent up frustration as he heard her voice for the first time ever since she got here.

"I'm tr-trying my b-best to be your friend!" she stuttered out, her voice hoarse as she hasn't used it in years, it was difficult to make out what she was saying with her sobs coming out of her throat.

"I'm t-t-trying okay!" she stuttered out. "What are you saying?! I don't freaking understand!" he growled out angrily, sitting up to come face to face with her eyes which were covered by her hair. She only pushed him down back to the floor with her palm as she sobbed, punching weakly at his chest.

Yangyang ran a hand through his hair as he stopped scrubbing against the wooden surface of his desk with the wet cloth, the chalk smudging the words written and the doodles drawn on it by his classmates earlier in class.

He paused as he got to his knees on the floor and leaned his head against the edge of his table and sighed exasperatedly. "She freaking pisses me off." he mumbled to no one but himself as the ray of the sun setting shone over his exhausted figure.

"Attention class. We have been informed that your fellow classmate, Y/N L/N, has transferred schools-" Yangyang's finger paused on clicking the end of his mechanical pencil, his head not looking up from being buried under his forearm.

His closed eyes didnt open as he continued to slowly press down on the end of his mechanical pencil. He didn't know what to feel bout the girl moving away, but he knew that the pain in his chest isn't going away anytime soon.

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miss-pyrrha-nikos-isms · 7 years

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Five times my Muse thought about yours, and one time they did something about it.

1. Books

For such a relatively unknown author, the book signing had been a raging success. In honesty, Pyrrha had expected to find maybe 4 or 5 people in Tucson's Book Trade that evening, but the place was full. It didn’t take long for her to see why.

Not only was the author every bit as witty and charming as their prose suggested, but they also had a voice like velvet. Standing on the makeshift stage and holding an audience enthralled, he took to reading several passages from some of his former works. The modulated voice painted pictures in the air with a skill that spoke of a deep love for his craft and story-telling.

She had arrived late and had thought it of little coincidence until now. By the time she invited her writer friend and he got here, the event would be long over. Doing the next best thing, Pyrrha started recording on her Scroll.

‘I know someone who’s going to love this.‘

2. Yuletide

Christmas shopping was always a colossal pain in the butt for the emerald-eyed champion. Taking time away from training in any way, shape or form was always met with resistance by her trainers and this was no exception. Pyrrha had been forced to politely put her foot down and remind them there was more to life than the next contest or tournament.

It wasn’t that she disliked Yuletide. Nothing could be further from the truth. Pyrrha loved the holiday season and the festival spirit it brought. Everything from the silly hats to sparkling baubles on a tree endeared themselves to her. Anything that brought people together could when her approval just that easily.

When the decision had been made that she would spend the festive season in Vale, Pyrrha immediately started worrying. Gift-giving was part of the holiday, but she always worried over what to get people. Typically it was an easy affair of something expensive for her mother and something comical for her training team, but buying for her friends presented a new list of challenges.

Except for one.

When the dark leather bound journal and fountain pen caught her eye, there was no question in her mind who that was perfect for.

3. Airships

Team RWBY weren’t the only ones in town the day that the exchange students arrived. At their team leader’s insistence, the entirety of team JNPR made their way into Vale, with Jaune on a somewhat comedic lookout for their visitors. Any small piece of information they could get to press the advantage over the other teams in the Vytal Festival was something he wanted dearly.

Pyrrha yawned and stretched on the sidewalk, letting her eyes drift skywards. Jaune had been rather euthanistic about asking her questions about the likely students coming from Mistral and any information she might have on them. They had gone on until late, her recollections bringing them closer, but also stirring no small amount of homesickness. It would be nice to see some familiar faces, and interesting to see how the last few months had shaped them.

Her thoughts wandered to the only other Mistrali she knew living in Vale. Did he get hit by bursts of homesickness too? What did he actually miss? Perhaps she would find out soon, over another pot of tea.

4. Block

It was official. She had reached breaking point.

Sighing in frustration, Pyrrha let the pen drop to the table again. It didn’t matter how she went about rewording the sentence, or even the entire paragraph, she just couldn’t get it to flow properly. She had read so many books on the topic, both what she was writing about and on writing itself. Narrative flow, point of view, meta-knowledge, setting detail, characterisation, personification, stylistic variance, lexical connotations... How did anyone keep all of this in mind when they put pen to paper?

She felt like a heavy-handed child trying to play with glass figurines. Sure, she could pick them up and make them do things, but she broke more things the longer she played. The red-head had never felt clumsier in her lifetime. Even her first spar had gone better than this.

The experience awoke a new-found respect for the raven-haired writer at Junior’s club. She could certainly see how it took years of dedication and skill to weave words the way he did. Another thought brought a smirk to her lips. Was this how it was for a novice fighter watching one of her matches?

5. Nightmares

Sound was the first thing that came to her. Distant roars and snarls heard often in the forest seemed out of place here. Gunshots and cannon fire tore through the air as screams offset the crackle and roar of the flames closer to her. But that didn’t matter. Exhaustion weighed like lead, but body and soul, dragging her to her knees on the cold stone.

The clink of glass on concrete drew her attention as something tightened. The voice that spoke was hynoptic, alluring even. She didn’t hear what it said. She simply knew it sounded warm, and she was so very tired...

The moon and it’s scattered fragments were bright that night, the pale glow conflicting with the inferno around them. Amber eyes gleamed in the warring glows had little more than hatred and determination.

There was a ear-shattering screetch, a cry that trailed iron nails down the chalkboard of the soul, shattering the warm illusion the voice had made. As Pyrrha struggled to get up, she felt something grated inside her ankle, send icy cold pain coursing through her leg. Fear shot through her for the first time since she was young. She tried again desperately to rise, looking at where she was.

The world had gone to hell. The black shadow of the Grimm darted through the skies over Beacon. Turning her head, she caught sight of the monstrosity that had screamed, and an arrow made of glass...

It wasn’t the first time Pyrrha had had the nightmare, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. She tended to suffer horrid dreams before a big match and the Vytal Festival certainly counted. She had visions of Mistral being swallowed by Grimm more times than she could remember, but now it seemed it was Vale’s turn.

What chilled her more, in the early hours of dawn as she struggled to get back to sleep, was what would happen to those who couldn’t fight. In Mistral it had been her mother and Ebony, two ladies dear to her with no combat prowess to speak of unless the Grimm were somehow afraid of a sharp reprimand or scathing remarks. Here, her thoughts turned to other civilians, to Cody.

She admired his tenacity and strength of will, but thought perhaps she should extend the offer to make sure he could defend himself at least...

6. Presents

A bottle of Mistralian wine was a rare sight indeed in Vale, so the entire crate that had arrived, a late birthday present from home, came as a shock and a surprise. One was given to Ren, to use how he saw fit whether in cooking or simply dealing with Nora’s eccentricities.

Pyrrha only tucked one more bottle away for herself, before inviting everyone to partake. The drinking partner she had in mind didn’t attend Beacon, but a little taste of home might do him, might do them both some good.

Excusing herself several days after, Pyrrha gathered together a picnic basket. She was no chef, not by any stretch of the imagination, but a few sandwiches and a salad were not beyond her. Drawing her Scroll, Pyrrha checked the time, shortly after midday at the weekend, and sent a message.

‘Sorry to bother you Cody, but are you free for lunch? Something arrived from home I think you’ll enjoy.’

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writinginmetaphors-blog · 7 years

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Poster Girl — The first tear in the poster.

Amane Misa was a poster girl. For what, you may wonder. To begin, her angelic aesthetic was printed in pixels for actual posters that was pasted up on walls of men or women in whose fantasies she starred in; dressed in perhaps with some fraction more than nudity. And on walls of women, who remained as understudies without the men's knowledge to want to overthrow her from that stage they set her upon – but with admiration, of course. But she rarely found a form of admiration from a woman to another without a tint of envy staining it. This was model Misa — whose smile shined more luminous light upon Japan than the sun's most glaring grin. She was also as much for the ideal school girl. With her cherubic charms, more than ideal IQ and grades, and unusual wit – she was the top of her class. This was student Misa — an exemplary species for the teachers to lionise as the top of her chain to striving students themselves, especially with her being a model as well. Those students either bowed to her in awe or in spiteful submission from an unannounced competition she never got the notice for. Misa was also a poster girl for an impeccable child. Obedient and pampered, with dresses and dolls from her childhood she kept until this day. She was an only child, in pursuit of her fame famished dreams while having no record of being a culprit that had committed the crime of breaking manners with her family or people in general. Her mother was a lawyer and her father, a playwright. An unusual combination but they were the poster couple – delved madly in love and rare of debates. Perhaps this was where an unrealistic script of love was written into Misa's mind. She was still a naive girl after all and she idolised the fact that they were so dependant of one another even though their interests and lives were so clashing. They never let a caress of pain touch their little girl, she never knew a life outside of this picturesque poster panorama. She was bathed in innocence and beauty of life, never had the world's ugliness as a stain upon her. And somehow that childish innocence still remained in her. This was her life; her family — the poster family. Misa heard a lot about the American dream, her concept was never really clear on it. But she knew they were the Japanese dream, if there was such a conception. But even the sweetest of dreams could distort into the most tragic nightmares by the hands of our own subconscious. Reality's ones were even more merciless. Misa viewed this dream as a silver mirror, or glass rather. Out of perhaps some old lore, rich in happy memories but saturated as well to the point of opacity that nothing was clear exactly. But that mirror collapsed from her grasp as reality's hands smashed upon it, silver shards spreading everywhere; some even now stuck in her heart like pieces of shrapnel that was injected into a casualty from the war and couldn't be operated out. They were small and scattered in attacks, but major in agony. It left her heart crying in grief and bleeding in madness. It had been New Year's Eve. Misa and her parents were on their way home from the dinner Miss had treated them to. It was her first time treating her family with her own earnings. She had given an opulent fountain pen to her father and an extravagant blue suit for her mother to match her eyes — the eyes Misa had as well. She had picked an affluent restaurant and had reserved the window seats where she gave them their gifts for the world outside to see. Perhaps this is where it had went wrong. But in that moment, snow fell outside from where the angels flew above, but the family was warm – inside, it was all golden lights and amber champagne and gold culinary. These moments were woven in the most silken golden threads of memory to string those moments in her mind – as if Midas himself had cast his hand over them. But even if for glinting gold, Midas's hand was cursed. And cursed that night turned out to be. They had left late. The restaurant owner was an admirer of model Amane Misa and he remained open for business, well her gratitude. And gratitude he got. The Amane family were laughing and tipsy besides her mother and drunk mostly in their conversation. Someone had to drive them home safely, her mother decided to refrain from alcohol being the face of responsibility of the family. They were crossing an alley to get to the main road across which their car was parked in the local garage. That was the first and last time Misa had tasted the sin of alcohol; she wasn't entirely drunk but there was a tipsy lightness to her steps. Perhaps God was enraged at her for this he claimed a slip in character in his holy books, as she had heard. BANG! Misa's senses had opened up like a freshly cut wound, and she realised there was a bullet burying through her stomach. To describe as a cinematographer, she felt like she fell sideways and the camera fell with her, the screen shaking and the lens quaking. BANG! Straight into the forehead and through the brain and out of the back of the skull. Her father collapsed. Dead that second. BANG! Her mother fell. Misa couldn't see where she was shot. The events - no, no - omens, that were being ritualised around her finally seemed to project into her brain as reality and not a twisted dream. And all she could do to repel this evil was sing sermons of screams. But it had attracted instead of repelling. The burglar had shoved everything into his duffel bag. The packet the suit of her mother was in, her chain, her watch. Her father's fountain pen, his watch and wallet and even his glasses. Basically everything besides their clothes. "Oh, you're a pretty one, aren't you?" He used his filthy, muddy boots to kick Misa over onto her back, resulting in her gurgling up blood through her mouth from the pain that snapped through. Then he planted both of his feet on either side of her legs before he leaned down to observe her face. Misa could see the burglar, his face was scorched into her mind for the rest or half of the lifespan she had received later on from her lovelorn Shinigami. Misa could see each line on his face, each filthy feature as his pungent breath fumed over her. She wouldn't forget him. She wouldn't forgive him. He looked her over, pudgy hands clasping onto the silver necklace from her neck – the contact of his rotting skin against her own making her flesh cringe up against her weak bones as he snatched the ornament up. This carved scalding lines of red upon the porcelain that was the skin of her neck and in result, more blood gurgled into her mouth like water in a broken sink. Misa felt hot tears condense to coolness as they lined down her face due to the chilled temperatures. She felt what may come and her body was taut with pain and frightened anticipation as he straightened up and looked her over yet again, his gaze travelling south of her wounded stomach. "I know what else I can rob you of." Misa's chest heaved up and down. She had thought of this. The innocent girl from the posters, was meeting world for as ugly as it was. And she was thinking of rape. Her shot wasn't fatal, or it would at least take her a few more minutes to suffocate with her own blood clogging up her lungs. 'It's okay, it's okay.' She thought to herself. 'Mamma and papa won't have to see this. It's okay. Just let me be dead, God, please, after this.' The burglar was about to ensue, but a strained voice came from their right, rattling both their attentions. "Don't you dare put your filthy hands on my daughter, you animal." It was her mother. She was supporting herself up on one elbow whilst the other hand clutched onto her bleeding stomach. They were shot in the same place, by some design or mistake. Wails of sirens cried from a distance, someone must have reported something. A spark of hope flamed up in Misa's already burning chest. They might just make it. The burglar heard his freedom call as well. He looked frantically from daughter to mother left and right before speaking again. "Looks like I won't have to." BANG! All respiratory mechanisms chained to a stop in Misa's body, her blue eyes diluted with tears and widened with screeching shock as the bullet took home into her mother's skull. The strength the woman had summoned to defend her daughter haunted away from her body with her last breath as she collapsed onto the snow, the side of her face against the white carpet of nature and her eyes - Misa's eyes - glasses over and open. The pistol was pointed at Misa now, but her nerves had constructed to such narrowness that impulses wouldn't travel one inch to any muscle in her body. She just stared, at her mother, the red hole in her skull piping out blood in a single file. Just like her father's. Till death do us part, was it? It was a beautiful death, perhaps. But she was shot in the stomach as well, just like Misa. She passed away carrying both her father and her burdens just like she did always. When she was still breathing. Still living. It was a beautiful death. She had to tell herself that in these last moments. Perhaps to come to terms with it all. "Hey!!!" The police cars had screeched up to the alley and two police officers were running towards them. "See you around, pretty." The burglar just... She remembers this in slowed moments. His lips parted, like dirty curtains to reveal the filthiest of windows between his decaying teeth. A kid of his shut over one of his brown eyes. He grinned... And winked... What sort of world was this? Were humans truly capable of such insincerity? And then he took flight, clutching onto his duffel bag with the stolen treasures; knowing the seconds it would take to kill her would cost his freedom. A police officer rushed and kneeled against her, firing words away into his device for an ambulance. He was between the triangle or distorted circle the collapsed bodies of her and her family arced upon the ground, his knees drenched in the blood of what truly seemed like a satanic ritual. The last sight Amane Misa saw before closing her eyes was the blood from their three bodies struggling to snake a path against the rough roads of snow to conjoin in their finality from the diverse directions they flowed. And bind together they did. A faint smile fluttered onto her crimson condemned face as her eyes shut. Bound by blood in death still. Truly the Japanese dream.

#solos misa #poster girl #poster girl 1 #musings of justice #calunniare

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