Kuroko's World (Completed)

Akakuro

People are kind until they drive you to kill yourself. Most of the kindness they show is just for front. No more, no less. It's always like that. While some were born to live in the greatness of life, there are people who were just born to die.

It's always like that.

Then there were the self proclaimed saviors who would ask how you are and
you would just find yourself slapping their hands away reaching out towards you.

Because they would never understand.

How it felt to be victim of words, the forceful intrusions of demons, powdered escapes illegal for use.

A corrupted system, an unholy requiem-

"Tetsuya, shall we walk home together?" a redhead asked him. Kuroko stopped putting his things in his bag before he politely smiled.

"I'm sorry, I still have some library duty after school." Kuroko said

Akashi smiled back at the bluenette knowing that he always tend to stay at the school library after their classes so he didn't push the matter more, "Alright, be careful on your way home."

"Hai, I will, Akashi-kun too," the redhead nodded his head in return leaving the tealnette alone in the classroom.

Kuroko stared at the back of Akashi's figure turning smaller and smaller and his lips closed bitterly somehow wanting to reach out to him. His turned his fingers to a fist making his nails dug into his palm drawing blood.

'Save m-'

The bluenette closed his eyes in defeat. He wanted to protect this dear man. And because he wanted to protect Akashi-kun, he wouldn't let him know.

Kuroko finished packing his things before leaving out of the classroom supposedly heading towards the classroom but instead the bluenette went to another vacant room.

"Good afternoon, Hanamiya-san." Kuroko's voice broke as he greeted the council's vice president.

The purple-head grinned as he watched the teen look at him with nervousness. Hanamiya licked his lips before threatened the tealnette, "You know what to do, you wouldn't want your Akashi-kun see those pictures, would you?"

Kuroko bit his lip as he glared at the man in front of him but he couldn't do anything. He helplessly nodded his head before starting to strip of his clothing layer by layer. That afternoon he was forcefully took advantage on before leaving home wanting to cry.

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄'𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄'𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙚
𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄'𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚
𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚
𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡

If the phantom would be asked what is his most favorite thing in the world, maybe it would be his favorite drink....or razors.

The beautiful skin was now tainted by cuts, streams of red gush aggressively going down making his tub messy. The pain is his best friend. The only thing that was there for him.

Akashi frowned as he looked upon the empty library. He wanted to surprise the tealnette and tell the bluenette that he waited for him still wanting to walk home together. Seeing how the bluenette lied to him, the redhead felt angry, betrayed but most of all, concerned. His friend wasn't like this, he wasn't the type to lie. So why?