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your p.o.v.

timecheck: at the cafè, 4:30 PM

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"You can stand up for yourself sometimes, you don't need to be beaten like that,"

Karma reminded me, such a stupid advise. Boy, I'm not pitying myself just for that. "I can, and I will... but I don't want to," I scoff. "Jeez, you don't have to take that advise if you don't want to," he glares at me for a second. "Just trying to help, but do remember if you want a successful suicide, don't die in front of your classmates," he smirked. "Oi, Karma-kun, stop that," I hear Nagisa cooes. "I won't die, I won't let them," I click my tongue in slight irritation. "Do remember this, Karma... next time you see me jump off a cliff or bridge, don't even bother on catching me, again," I remind him. "Then at least don't commit suicide in front of me," he clicks his tongue back. "Alright, I'm off," I bow at them as I turn to the direction where my house was. "Buh-bye," Karma bid from behind followed by Nagisa. I look to them and waved back, making my lips form into a tiny smile.

Did I just smile?

It was still early for me, since the sun still hasn't come down yet, but I managed to fix my wrecked state. My bruised face and body, same with my stained uniform collar. Mom's going to kill me. I stop by a restroom to see if they have wet wipes or even bandages to cover my exposed wounds.

It didn't take that long so I decides to go home, with my state still looking wrecked, I'm still sneaking in my room and seek help from S/N. He quickly saw me when I threw a stone at my window, and as expected, he'd put the improvised ladder again to help me climb. "Jesus christ, what happened again?" S/N asked but I ignored quickly rushing to change my clothes. "Oi, Y/N, what happened?" He asked in a stern but concerned voice. "As usual, S/N. Got, abused again," I mumbled while taking some cotton pads and anti-bacterial cleaner to wipe the dried blood of my cheek I can't manage to remove. "Let me do that," S/N bluntly says as he took the cotton pad off my fingers and made me stretch out my legs and arms. "I've said this again, Y/N... I'm getting worried for you, why can't you listen to me and just raise this issue to mom and dad?" He cooes. "There's one year left, and I'll be in highschool, I don't want to move into different places, S/N," I answered. "Y/N, if you keep being a hard headed person, mom, dad and I might lose you," he threatens. "They're crossing the line Y/N, don't test me... if they go home getting beaten again, I swear, I'll kill this Asano boy," S/N marks. "You can't expect me to-ow! stop that! It hurts!!" I complained as I felt the stingy sensation when the cotton pad with alcohol brushed against my wound. "That's what you get, not everyday, Y/N, I'm here to second your lies, seeing you in a state like this just makes me pity you," he brushed my hair onto my ear. "You don't have to pity me," I fought. "That's why I'm telling-"

. . .

"S/N! Y/N! I'm home! Where's my lovely children?"

The sound of our mother coming home from an important business meeting interrupts us. "I'm telling this to mom," S/N quickly stood up. I clinged on his leg before he could move an inch, and I could feel I was tearing up. "No, no, no...! S/N please don't...! I'M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE!" my tears came rushing through my cheeks and I was already a sniffing mess. "Mom cannot know...! Especially dad! I'm paying you whatever you want, please... don't. Tell. Mom!" My cries gets louder. S/N might have seen me in this state for consecutive days, but he never saw me beg and kneel at him. For him, he hates being begged on, he knows that everyone is equal. "Y/N... I..." S/N couldn't finish his sentence so he nods at me and helped me stand up. He wipes my tears away with his hands and gave me my concealers. "Go hide it, lil sis, I'll be waiting for you downstairs," he carressed my hand as he left my room and decided to go.