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your p.o.v.

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I arrived at our house where I saw my father pull over making his way to the garage. He can't see me in a state like this. I wipe the blood off my lips and fixed my uniform. As much as possible, I want to try and act normal at home, not giving or alerting my parents about what has been happening to me in less than eight months after I started studying at Kunugigaoka Junior High. "Hello, dear, dear Y/N," I saw S/N look at me with a weird yet worried face from the window to my upstair room. Only she has the rights to know about this problem because we made a deal to not tell on each other whenever we put ourselves into trouble. "Hi," I frown, as I wait for the improvised ladder we made just to sneak out at home. I quickly climbed the ladder and prevented myself from getting caught by my father. I slid inside the window and wiped the blood which was constantly dripping off my forehead. I pin myself to my bed as I cry out the pain I have felt from earlier.

The pain, frustration, worry and anxiety was all there, I was crying as if I was wailing my heart out. S/N was there to witness me my breakdown every single day. He was tired of looking at me everyday without the was once smile I had. He had the frustration of me not getting my old, jolly self back. He couldn't do anything than to just convince me that everyday might be a different day. Everyday, I'll stop crying. And I'll go back into the smiling self. But now, I could barely lift the muscles of my cheeks to even give a weak smile. In fact, I forgot to smile. My head is now filled up worry, traumas and pain. I stopped dreaming of hope, clouds, and fun things. I just want to die. The simplest way I could do to help Class A stop abusing me.

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"Y/N, everyday, this is getting worse... I need to raise this to mom and dad," my sibling called out, as he fixes the strands of my h/c colored hair to give a better view of my wounded face. "No, please... stop, I'm begging you..." I cried trying to get onto my knees to stop him from telling onto our parents. "I c-c-c-can't..." I stuttered as I feel the stingy medicine that S/N dabbed on my cheek. "Why can't you? Y/N, I can't stand looking at you all beaten up," he fixes my clothes. "S/N, you don't understand... this is my last year, I'll finally get over it soon," I assure her. "Y/N, did you know that I love your strong soul? You yourself don't pity your own state, but... I wanted you to think about it, if you are ready to move away, I'll always second your announcement," he gives me a tight hug. This is all I need, a hug. What did I do to let God give me the best sibling?

The pain was clear on my mind, but as long as S/N is with me, he'll help erase the traumatic experience I've been having everyday. He was there to wipe my tears everytime I break down, and he was there to convince me to stop being too... suicidal... Everytime I planned on hanging myself, he was there to cry with me. Everytime he hears my weak and suffocated murmurs at night, he was there to listen to my story. He was perfect, while here I am, the point of anger, by anyone, my family was only there to listen to my problems. Mostly, it's S/N who really listens, even in the darkest part of the story.

redhead's p.o.v.

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Such a weird girl, but she's someone I think who holds a lot of grudge to this shitty Class A. "Karma-kun!" I hear my name echoing faster than Koro-sensei's Mach 20, I turn around to see my blue haired friend whom I think is a soft hearted. Well, that's what I thought, it's surprising how can he beat our 'was' pe teacher whose name I forgot. "Yo, Nagisa-kun," I give him a smile not too creepy, not too sweet. "Who was that girl?" He asked, ah he might have seen the girl run away. "No idea," I shrug my head. "What happened to her by the way?" Nagisa asked me. "A bitch started to abuse her, so I helped her defend herself, she's not that 'defending-type' though," I shared. "Poor her... was she from Class A?" He asked again. "Yes, I have a feeling she is... that's why I hate that class so, so, so, much...!" I said as I cling my arm into my shorter friend's shoulder. "Just hope we cross paths again," I mumbled. "Whoa, that's the first time you took interest on a girl, Karma-kun," Nagisa stares at me in astonishment. "Do you like her?" He teases. "No, she has potential y'know," I answered. "What kind of potential?" Nagisa turned to me with a serious look on his face. "Potential to kill?" He nervously asked. "Oh, nevermind," I avoid his look and decided to walk away. I hear Nagisa shout my name a few times before deciding to catch up to me, but I ignored.

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Thank you for stopping by to read this chapter! There's a detail I want to explain before we move on to the next chapter, I refer to S/N as He because according to native speakers of English, they use that pronoun to address someone whose gender is unknown. I tried my best to make S/N's gender become gender fluid to avoid any confusions. I use the pronoun 'He' because it is a uniform pronoun for a group of certain people. If your sibling is already a boy, then you are lucky. Also, your sibling is a year older than you in this story, do take note of that. Again, thank you for reading this chapter, and thanks in advance for voting!<3

-love, leo (mysticleon_)<3