Just Think Of Me As A Sideline Character! ||Usui X Reader|| Fanfic

11

I hate the number 2
Cause it's what I've always been

Since elementary school
I've walked on grass that is next to the sidewalk

I've walked behind a pair with joined arms

I've sat alone in the backseat of a car

I've been silenced during conversations with others

"Well I-" I would say for the first time

"Well I-" I would try again

I figured third times a charm right?

"Well I-" And no one even glances my way

I envy found family in books and tv shows
Because I realized I could never form a friendship like that

Someone be willing to die, for me?
I can barely convince anyone to want to hang out

So I form relationships with the characters in books

I idealize romance and love, in hopes it will one day fill this void in my heart and this voice in my head telling me I will never be enough

I pretend my eyes don't glow green whenever I see videos of friends doing everything together

I want to be liked.
I want to be loved.
I want everyone to stop leaving.
I want to be seen.
I want to be heard.
And I want to be someone's world.
But that isn't realistic for a second choice

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a/n: just wanted to share this beautiful poem cause this is how I personally feel and this would relate to y/n in the story and probably you too :)

Also this chapter is a bit longer than the rest and for Valentine's day I decided to write (a very late) yet another cliche scene ٩( ᐛ )و

Be prepared for some angst

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You hugged your old sleeping bag. It now smelt like the closet where it had been kept for over a few years. You were excited to finally use it again, reliving the childhood memories you had spent in it. You were excited to see the stars.

Not just the same old stars you see everyday. Tomorrow there will be a meteor shower taking place around 1 to around 4 am. You've always wanted to see one. But everytime you went camping, you ended up sleeping through it. But this time it's different. You were older. And you had friends to go along with.

Speaking of which, Sakura was still talking about this one time her cousin and her went camping and accidentally burnt his hair while roasting marshmallows. You laughed as you held your phone to show her your old sleeping bag.

"Oh my gosh y/n I have the same color but in another design!!" She yelled dragging hers to the camera, almost tripping on it. You laughed again. This felt nice. You missed when you and misaki would talk for hours and hours on facetime. You wondered if you could get close with her again.