🌼 • Cutter Lover [ A Natsuri Fanfiction ] •

"= . • Day 1

[TW: Light swearing, s3xual assault, mention of s3lf h4rm. Please click off and keep yourself safe if you're uncomfortable! If you're going through any of these things, do your best to talk to somebody! <3]

// Natsuki's POV

I was walking down the halls, listening to some music before I dropped my books and recipes.

Dammit! Not again... I hope my lunch isn't ruined. I crouched down and mumbled angrily as I collected the dropped items, before I heard some ruckus.

What now? I swear, this whole school is filled with nothing but chao-

"Why don't ya make yourself useful and lift up your shirt, cutie?" I heard an annoying voice sneer. What in the world...

I peeked around the corner to see a familiar dark haired female being picked on by a bunch of boys.

She hadn't said anything until another boy spoke up.

"Cmon, darling. Just show us what we came for. Unless you want the whole school to know about your little secret."

Secret? What secret? What're they going on about?

She eventually lifted up her shirt for them after that. Gh-! Gross! - I quickly turned my head away, before I heard them laughing. Geez, what perverts...

I picked up my stuff and shoved it into my back, speed walking off. I'd rather not get involved in that edgy bitch's business. She probably loves the attention anyways, considering how much she tries to get from MC!

Ah, right - Makoto Chijimatsu, the boy that Sayori dragged into the club. We call him MC for short.

I opened the door to my class, and sat in my seat, putting my bag aside as I started listening to the lesson.

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I listened to the sound of my own footsteps as I walked to the clubroom, opening it.

Sayori and MC were chattering away in the corner while Monika was on a computer. I looked around and saw no Yuri. Probably still being a bimbo with those perve—

"I-I'm so sorry I was late!" I felt Yuri ruthlessly bump into me as she entered.

"Gh- Yuri! Watch where you're going, idiot!" I angrily stormed off to the corner as Yuri gently rubbed the back of her hand.

I zipped my bag open and took out the newest season of Parfait Girls, hoping to distract myself from the seething anger that was already bubbling up within me.

"Okay everyone! Time to share poems!" Monika clasped her hands excitedly before gesturing Sayori towards herself.

I groaned, knowing that i'd have to share with Yuri first. I'd rather not associate with... that boy just yet. I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder as she flinched.

"Geez, you're so antsy. It's just me, Yuri." I assured her. She held out her poem and I took it from her hands, reading it.

Wolves
Wolves they are
Wolves they hide
Wolves they scowl
Wolves they tease
The light shines through the trees
The wolves cower away
I lay down
The sun is an acquaintance
Among all the darkness
The moon
The bloodied moon
It comes out
The wolves follow
Breathe
Suck
Cry
Help

"That's... Wh??" I looked at her in confusion. Seriously, who does she expect to understand this stuff?

"What's supposed to mean?" I looked up into her lavender eyes. She fiddled with with the front strand of her hair nervously. "Well, erm..."

Just before she could say anything more, the bell rang.

"Oh, hold that though, I guess. I gotta go home or else my dad will go batshit crazy." I laughed with my words. Yuri just looked uncomfortable.

I walked past her to the clubroom door, swishing it open and closing it in a swift motion. On the way home, I heard more of the ruckus but just dismissed it as usual.

// Yuri's POV

I anxiously walked out of the clubroom, hoping that nobody would see me. That I would just blend in with the crowd.

"Hey, sweet cheeks!" Dear Lord...

I tried to speed walk away, and escape from him into the crowd but he grabbed ahold of my arm as I yelped.

"Who do you think you're runnin' away from? Huh?" He sneered. I felt panic strike in my heart as it starting beating faster, I could feel it pump out of my chest.

"Cmon, let's see what you've done with your arm this time, sweetheart." He rolled up my sleeve as tears threatened to race out of my eyes and I started breathing heavily.

Deep, dry-bloodied cuts, all over my arm. "Whoof. You did a number on it this time. You get off on that, don't you, you slut?"

At this point I was crying, but not daring to make a sound. I don't want to risk anything bigger from happening.

"Such a shame I have to keep such a pretty little secret... At least i've got a beautiful little doll to use, though." He snaked his arms around my waist as he pinned me to the wall. At that point, I was just blocking everything else out of the world, hoping that maybe if I got lost in my own thoughts, it wouldn't hurt as much...

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