Hitorijime My Hero

Kiss it Better

TW:BULLYING

College, I never thought about it. Before the Ohshiba family took me in, I didn't have plans to attend because of the financial situation I was in and I didn't believe that I had any talent of sort. Even after they took me in I didn't think much about it. In all honesty, I thought that all I'd do is marry Kousuke and stay home doing chores. I'd never thought that my art would go far enough to be good enough for a college.

"Masa, can you please go to sleep?" Kousuke said rolling over onto his right side to face me.

"Did I wake you?" I asked my sleeping fiancé.

"No, I just woke up. I can tell that you're overthinking and I think it's best that you try to get some rest. It's your homework."

"Ok Mr. Teacher"

"As long as you don't start calling me Sensei."

"Why's that...Sensei?"

"Because I don't think I'd have enough self control." He said.

My face goes bright red as a pull the blanket over me and turn to have my back to him. Kousuke laughs and hugs me from behind. I know he's joking, because he likes seeing the look on my face. I'm generous and give him some of the blankets as we cuddled up together.

"I love you." He said, after I had turned to face him.

"I love you too."

The morning was the same as any other. Wake up, eat, get dressed, say goodbye to the animals and head to school/work. Kensuke and I are usually the first students here, since we arrive with Kousuke. My fellow students start to fill in the empty hallways, and so did the bullies. As I walked over to the vending machine, I was pushed against it fairly hard. It would definitely leave a bruise.

"Aww is little Setty gonna cry? Is he gonna get that math teacher on us?"

"I bet he's got some perverted fantasies about Sensei Ohshiba, don't ya?"

"Just look at him, trying to look all tough."

"Nothing more than a weak puppy, or is that what Sensei calls you in bed."

The insults when on and on. I was kicked a few times as well, but I never fought back. Deep inside I just hope they get bored of me and find a different target. I never put into consideration that people would be recording everything and that it'd be all over school by lunch time. Once I found out it had spread faster than the flu I skipped the rest of the day. All people cared about was that I didn't deny anything, not the fact that I was being harmed, not how idiotic the questions were, just that I didn't say anything was false.

I ran home and went straight to my room. My phone was blowing up with text from Kensuke about it, but I ignored it. I walked into the bathroom and saw multiple bruises on my face as I looked into the mirror. My torso has bruises on it was well and it hurt to move. All I could the rest of the day was sleep, I was too depressed and in too much pain to do anything.

When the school day ended everyone came over the the Ohshiba household. I left my bedroom to start making dinner. No one said anything about the video that had been going around and from my knowledge Kousuke didn't know anything about it. It was only sent to the students anyway. As I chop up the vegetables Kousuke sneaks up behind me and gives me a hug. He accidentally put pressure onto one of the bruises and I took a sharp inhale of pain.

"Masa, are you ok?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied to his concern.

He took the knife out of my hand and placed it on the counter before taking my hand and walking me to our shared room. He sat me on the bed as he knelt down on the floor.

"What's going on?" I asked confused.

"What happened?" He asked before continuing to speak.

"I can tell when something's off with you. Can you tell me? Please."

"I was beaten up at school." I said though a shaky voice and nerves.

He hugged me and petted my hair. I told him everything that had happened and how much pain they had caused mentally and physically. He informed me that since it was on video the student could easily be suspended, if not expelled.

"Can I take your shirt off to see them?" He asked referring to my bruises.

I nodded and he did just that. He tracked his thumb over every bruise before placing a kiss on every one of them. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't turn me on a bit.

"There, all better." He said with a stupid grin.

"What'd you mean?"

"Didn't your mom ever do that to you?"

"Do what?"

"Kiss you bruises to make them better. Mom used to do it all the time with Ken and I."

"Oh, no. My mom never did anything like that." I said hanging my head low.

"That alright, because now you got me" he said as he moved from the floor to next to me on the bed.

Is there a stronger word for love? If so, that's how I'd describe my feelings for him.