𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 ⤑ 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

semi

note: hey guys this is my first one shot in a LONG time. anyways background on the y/n in this one, but she's a troublemaker. also im really high rn so if nothing makes sense it's the weeds fault not mine

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y/n was a violent troublemaker. her knuckles were calloused and scarred, her arms were muscular and so was her core. she's always had a distinctive scar on her right arm, some people say it's because she got into a fight with someone with a knife but didn't dare to back out. she never worried about school, somehow she always scored highly on exams.

semi never talked to her. he didn't want to nor had any reason to. he didn't want to be seen with the troublesome girl who couldn't spend four seconds of her life to tuck in her school shirt.

she was always called on in class though. as if the teachers were trying to catch her slacking and embarrass her in front of the class. but no matter the subject, she'd always answer with a laugh — as if it was amusing. she's never been caught doing anything wrong at school, and never once been in trouble for not showing up. although her reputation perceives her, she was a good student. knew everything they were learning and scored well on tests to make shiratorizawa look good.

at graduation, semi stared over at her empty seat wondering where she could be. she missed her own graduation. and for what?

during semi's second year in college he was walking out of the connivence store down the street from his apartment, he saw a girl being circled and kicked senselessly in the parking lot. hey! he shouted, taking a couple steps towards them. i'm going to call the police!

the people wore hoodies and covered their faces using masks. they took one good look at semi, they all watched him take out his phone and start dialing. the people ran away, leaving behind the girl who kept coughing up blood.

hey, do you need any help—

get off of me, the girl said, slapping semi's hand away. the girl looks up at him, revealing herself to be y/n.

y/n gets up and holds onto her side. she's starting to form a black eye, her arms are covered in scrapes and bruises, the white tank top she wears has multiple stains of blood. she spits the blood out of her mouth behind her and gives semi a short farewell.

hey, are you sure you don't need any help? he asks her, walking behind her.

yeah i'm fine. leave me alone—

she falls, unconscious.

semi went into panic mode as he looks at his former classmate passed out, bleeding, and bruised on the floor of his living/bed room. he lived in a studio apartment that was worth about 70,000 yen a month. it was the cheapest he could find that was close to his school.

y/n groans and rolls over to her left side, curling into the fetal position. hey l/n do you need me to take you to the hospital? semi asks, crouching down to hear her response better.

at first, she groans. when he asks her to repeat herself she yells, no i don't. i need water and a damp wash cloth.

semi provides her both to her request. she sat against the wall, next to his tv and small dining table, cleaning her arms and stomach. she kept staring at him, almost angrily as she continued to clean herself. do you always get into fights like that, semi asks, wanting to make conversation to stop this awkward tension.