KNY | T.Muichirou x Reader | Petals

Chapter 11 It hurts

What is the worst thing when you get partnered up with someone you like? The awkward silence between you two.

Yes and that's what happened to y/n.

She was paired with Muichirou, the person who gave her the flowers.

You know, seeing him hurts her a lot and she always tried to avoid that, but you can't do anything about the power the teacher holds.

"Y/n, should we a topic about World War Two? Or would you like to do Japan History?"

"Japan history then."

"Hmm???" Muichirou eyed at her. Y/n never liked the Japan History, tragic sad and cruel. Muichirou extended his hand towards left y/n's arm. Only to be slapped away by her.

"Please...don't..touch me."y/n stammered, with fear and sadness in her voice.

"Ok suit yourself."

"Soooo, y/n. Which era are we doing?"

*cough cough*

"Y/n are you okay?"

"Please excuse me, I need to use the washroom." With that, y/n left.

The kelp head just stared, dot eyes required.

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In da toilet.

"Crap he almost found out." Y/n rolled up her sleeve, revealing some branches growing out from her skin, piercing through her. There were tiny flower buds yet to be bloomed.

It was painful, but she had to bear it.

*Cough* she coughed on her hand. Suddenly the bell rang.

"Oh dear, I left for too long."

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"Y/n." 

"Y/n!"

"Y/N!!!" Muichirou shouted from behind, scaring the people in the hallway.

"Y/n!!" Muichirou ran forward and tried to grab y/n's hand. Despite having fast sensing skills, Y/n wasn't able to duck on time and Muichirou caught her hand.

"Y/n. Are you sure you're okay?" Muichirou asked worriedly, tightening his grip.

"Please let go."

"Answer me please."

"Please...let go....it hurts."

Muichirou loosened his grip a little.

"It hurts...please." Muichirou let go of her, uncertain of what to say.

Y/n held back her tears, and walked away.

"It hurts."

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Flashback a few days ago

"Shinobu nee-chan, Kanae nee-chan, Kanao nee-chan. I want to take the surgery." Y/n said, her voice quavering.

"Y/n are you sure about that? You know you would lose you memories of Muich-"

"As much as I want to remember him and not lose my memories, I can't stand people around getting worried about me for my own selfishness. I want to be able to live with three of you and not leave you behind. Please, I know I would never be able to create any bond with him again but I hate seeing people getting worried." Y/n cried out, saying everything she been wanting to tell her sisters.

"Y/n we are grateful that's you are being thoughtful, but what about Muichirou?" Shinobu asked her, still worried.

"He is worried too, so I want this to end. Then we can live a normal life again." Y/n said. "Something must always be sacrificed, and when I lose my memories, please make more with me." 

"Okay y/n. Thank you for that." 

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Muichirou watched as y/n exited the school. School wasn't even done yet, feeling that something was wrong, Muichirou went to find Kanao.

"Tanjirou, do you know where Kanao is?" Muichirou went to the third year's level, drawing lots of attention along the way.

"Oh she went home early today because Kanae needed her. Yeah Kanae is not in school either." Tanjirou told him. Suddenly, Tanjirou suddenly sniffed the air.

"Muichirou, why do you smell like y/n, blood and flowers?" Tanjirou asked.

"Y/n...blood.....flowers. Blood.......flowers.." Muichirou murmured. He looked down at his hand and what he saw scared him.

On his hand was dried pieces of blood with a flower petal on it. That was the hand he used to hold y/n.

It hit him. He suddenly realized why y/n was avoiding.

Flower and blood and only mean one thing. Unbelievable but true.

"Hanahaki."

Without a second thought, Muichirou ran out of the school, not caring about the consequences. All he is thinking about now is y/n.

Ohhohoho

Around 3 more chapters before this book ends.

Da drama

Oh yeah i found this song yesterday and im in love with for for no reason. First favourite Eng song for once.

Bro its so good. Why am i like this ;-;

Im a weirdo and that fully descibes my personality. Im such a cringe. But BrO tHaT sOnG