Reluctantly so; ⁉️

Envy❗️

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CW: Slight NSFW
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Hariku ran his fingers through his hair erratically. He was hot and messy and sick to his stomach. It was his own fault. His own problem but oh how he loved to make it someone else's.

He was dragging a 'poor little [Y/n]' to the nurse's office, knowing the nurse wasn't in. The door was never locked, stupidly enough, and so Hariku just entered the room. The boy behind him was violently shaking- not to mention sobbing, so, so loud. Hariku forced him down on to the office's single creaky bed and began searching the unlocked cabinets.

He pulled out a pack of poor quality plasters, mumbled to himself and then set them down beside [Y/n]. Hariku ran his shaky fingers through his hair once again.

Poor little [Y/n] just bellow him, holding himself and sobbing, looking like he was going to vomit. Hariku reached for the other boy's shredded hand only to be rejected.

"Oh come on be mad at me later, I'm trying to fix your stupid hand."

"Just piss off."

It was alarmingly aggressive for [Y/n]. He glared over his shoulder at Hariku. The taller boy couldn't help but feel a little disturbed. The magnitude of hatred being thrown directly at him was a definite new record.

"Well at least let me put those shitty plaster on or something."

His jaw clenched, a little pissed at... well, surprisingly himself, he tore open the packaging and chucked handful of them at
[Y/n]'s back.

"I do this all the time and now you choose to get mad?"

No response.

"You're crazy about me aren't you?? That's why you let me do this shit, isn't it?"

[Y/n] remained silent.

"Aren't you going to look at me? You love me. That's why you won't leave me alone."

"That's why I get to treat you like this with no consequences. You love me."

"You love me."

Very slowly, [Y/n] turned to face Hariku. Grabbing Hariku by the collar, he pulled him down to his level.

"I really tried."

"But I-i detest you more than anything."

Although shaky at the start, those words were heavy. And sharp. And they cut deep down every single artery.

"I'm sick of you Hariku."

[Y/n] released the taller boys shirt.

"I think i forced myself to love you, because I had nobody else."

For the first time in a while Hariku didn't know how to react. He was angry but he couldn't express it. In fact he froze. He couldn't do a single thing. An inescapable coldness washed over him and he felt... numb?

"And I don't want anything to do with you anymore."

And that was the last thing [Y/n] spat at him, before he just left.