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your p.o.v.

timecheck: after school, 3 PM

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It was already the end of our classes and it honestly felt like hell to me, I can't possibly think of any other way than to just die and let God do the rest for me. I'm abused because of my grades, for surpassing any other top students of the school. It's bullshit, but when the principal isn't your father, it's an advantage for your rival to kill you. I can't possibly deteriorate at this pace, I can't afford losing a point on my grade, if it really does mean risking my life, then I will surely do it. I can't afford losing over my rival. Even if it means more beating to me. My suicide might succeed one day, and there's no way I am leaving a mark on Kunugigaoka saying I lost to Asano. As I was sunk in my thoughts waiting for the queue to finish, the same event happened just like yesterday's. It feels like I'm in a sort of a space-time continueum that every 24 hours, I get to relive the day before. This is crap, not gonna lie. "Same tricks? Y/n-chan?" Asano looks up to my face which is focused on my feet. "W-What tricks?" I asked, trying to control my stuttering. As much as I want to beat his ass, I can't. I'm a weakling who barely lifts a finger on a traitor. "I have a feeling you're a traitor, it's some sort of, logic..." he traces his nails onto your skin. His touch making you feel goosebumps and fear. "I... I am not," I shake my head moving a few seats away from his touch. "Oh, is that so? What's your proof?" he pulls my hair making me yelp in pain. "Aw, fuck..." I groaned as I felt my hair about to detangle from the pressure applied. "I told you, I'm not a traitor...Asano-san," I shake my head once more. Asano might have felt annoyance with my answers, and again, he punched my cheek, and this time, I felt blood rush through my veins the pressure, heat and sting was present, I can't recall how he looked like, but I felt as if my face was deformed. The pain kept raising to its limit, and I was already crying, not noticing how my tears rolled through my cheeks. I looked to Asano who gave me a smile before kicking my leg making another mark. Another bruise. "You craphead, go make yourself useful and get the hell out of my face,"

Thank god I was already carrying my bag since I expected Asano to pull my hair on my way to the doorway again. It was painful, my eyes were about to give another tear but I held it in before I could even leave the room. Shit, I forgot my notebooks. "Don't forget this, damn bitch," he throws my hardcover notebooks straight to my face, causing me to bleed again. Not looking like shit, I decided to wipe the blood off my face and fixed my hair and stained uniform. Mom will definitely question me about the bloodstains, again. I went straight to where Karma, Nagisa and I are supposed to meet. Although I'm supposed to come with Karma only, I don't want him to feel left out, or feel like an outcast. It feels like shit, so I want him to feel welcomed instead. "Hii!!" I saw Nagisa shout from my left. I quickly wiped the blood off my bruised cheek even though how bad it stings. "How's your—oh my god," I saw Karma stare at me. "What happened to you? Again?" he asked in a concerned tone. Ugh, don't make me feel self-pity again, redhead. "None of your business," I mumbled while I control my tears. "Are you okay? Y/N-kun?" Nagisa turns to me. "Yeah... I am—" before I could finish my sentence, I felt a tear roll of your cheek. "Are you really okay?" Karma asks this time. "I... I am... why not?" I fake a cocky attitude. "Oh, lady-luck, who in their right minds would feel okay after beaten the shit out of him?" He raised his eyebrow at you. "Don't worry, it'll heal, now let's go!" I motion my hands. Before I could even lead the way, Karma pulls my arm and showed something to me. "Here," he hands out a bandage usually used for bleeding noses. "For what?" I asked. "For your nose," he points at his own nose. "Wait... am I bleeding?" I asked. "Yes, you were," Nagisa answered. That's when I felt warm liquid run pass through my lips. The plasmatic fluid taste and smelt different making me freeze at my spot. "Here!" Nagisa quickly gives his handkerchief. "You need to rest, Y/N..." Karma reminded. "No need, I can manage," I retort. "You really should, Y/N-kun," reminded Nagisa back. But I gave an awkward laugh and already lead the way. "Y/N-kun you'll pass out!! Keep your head low!" I hear Nagisa's echoes. I just give him a thumbs up before I cross the road and wait for them.

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timeskip: at a cafè, 3:15 PM

Finally, we reached a cafè where I'll be treating them to some goodies. I don't really know any other acts of gratitude because never did I ask for help from anyone. I was just surprised Karma automatically helped me when I didn't even signal him to. He might act a little laid-back sometimes, considering his cutting classes behavior, I somehow appreciate how he defied my death, even it's disappointing to my will. I stood up to order as I motion the boys to get a seat, although it'll be unmanly for them, it's my treat, and I am not passing any obligations to the one who helped me.

karma's p.o.v.

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"She's the girl you saved the other day, right?" Nagisa asked me. "Uh-huh," i nod, taking a napkin and try to make an origami. "She does look like she's always beaten up," Nagisa gives me a pitiful look on his face. "Why does she seems, peaceful though?" he turns to me. "She might be hiding all her pain. Maybe it's better off if we let her handle her personal reasons," I answered. "You are right, she might hate us for being nosy, considering she is a Class A student, and the school holds a lot of grudge towards us," reckoned Nagisa. "That's their stereotyping, I guess, furthermore, I haven't know her that long, so she might not give any personal infos about her," I stated. "Hmm... you're right, she's a nice person though... I already declined her invitation but insisted... I wasn't even there to defy her death," Nagisa chuckled. "She seemed ungrateful of me for failing her suicide, you know..." I giggle back.

"I'm back...!" I hear the small girl announce. Yes, she's small, Nagisa seems taller than her. "How come you're so small, lady-luck?" I joked making her furrow her eyebrows. "I still have 4 years to grow, that's why," she answers in a deadpan expression. "You do know that within 15 years olds, people get to activate rapid growing?" I asure her. "Doesn't apply to girls, it's the boys' hormones, ain't girls," she rolls her eyes, as I look at Nagisa who'll receive max teasing from me. "Nagisa, how come you are so small?" I giggled making him look at me with a fake gagging face. "I'm naturally small," he answers. "Are you a girl or something?" I chuckle. "Of course I'm a boy, what are you supposed to call me? Miss?" He annoyingly asked. "Stop targeting us small people," Y/N glares at me. "Oh, my bad... it will be a huge adjustment for me to reach you," he sarcastically chuckled. "Yeah, it will," she agreed without context.

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Not long before our order arrived and I saw Y/N thanking me for what I did. Lady-luck, don't even worry about it. "Here's for you, Karma-kun, again, thank you," she bows at me as if I'm her senior. "Oi, stop bowing, haven't I told you?" I flick her forehead once more but not too rough. "I forgot," she murmurs and proceeds to give the other set of food to Nagisa. "What are you eating?" I asked noticing she only ordered machiatto. "Drinking..." she corrects me. "Why aren't you eating?" Nagisa bothers to ask. "I'm full," she answers. "Gee, at least have some of this strawberry shortcake," I point out a piece for her. "Nah, I'm good," she shakes her head and proceeds on writing something on her notebook. "You are indeed a busy person, aren't you?" I asked. "Not too busy, I often find this entertaining, so I do it for fun," she shruggs and continued on taking a sip on her coffee. I felt like I'm a bed ridden person seeing her drink only coffee while Nagisa and I devour pieces of cake. It's embarrassing, but I really can't force her to eat, she might get angry and cuss at me, which ain't good for me. A.) Because I might fight back and hurt her. B.) I might disappoint her.

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word count: 1530

Thank you for reading this chapter, this chapter may seem a little off, I appreaciate your time and effort for reading this. If you think Y/N's attitude is very 'weak' or 'annoying' in this book, I'm sorry, I brainstormed on finding the exact 'lovable' attitude. Besides, no one's perfect right? Thank you for staying with me, and I hope you'll bear with me until the last chapter.

-love, leo (mysticleon_)