ONLY ME. (deaf! Y/N X Yandere Males)

A New Start

It had been about 3 weeks since I've moved to my new home in the city. My parents decided it would be better for me if I went to a private school, after everything that happened. Despite us not being particularly rich, we managed to get in. The new school took pity on me, and welcomed me with open arms, free of cost. Despite my disability, I have pretty good grades, which must've influenced their decision.

Before, I was living in a quiet, countryside neighborhood in England, where everyone knew each other. I went to a small, but lively secondary school. Despite growing up with everyone, I had no friends. No one really knew how to communicate with me, and no one bothered to learn sign language. I could speak, but I couldn't listen. Think of it as yelling into the void. 

On the first day of term, I woke up early. In all honesty, I was already awake, I hadn't slept much the night before. I packed my bag, showered, ate breakfast, all the normal things you'd do before school. My mother stopped me before I left the house and put something in my palms. "Here you go, Y/N. Your new aids!" My mother signed excitedly as I opened up the case. Inside were new hearing aids, the latest model. This must've been expensive, I thought. No way could we have been able to afford that. I looked at my mother to see her beaming down at me. "How'd you get this?" I said. My mother began to speak before quickly signing. 

"The new school got it for you, how generous are they?" My mother signed, fumbling with the word generous, accidentally signing with one thumb instead of two. I chuckled, and put the aids on, struggling to keep my hair out of the battery compartment. I turned them on, and they quickly buzzed to life. If being deaf is like seeing in black and white, suddenly being able to hear is like switching to bright technicolor. I've lived my entire life in black and white, so the piercing colors hurt. Sure I may be able to understand more, and it's easier for others, but it's far comfier living in greyscale. 

I got on the bus, and sat down, still fiddling with my hearing aids. God, this is painful, all this noise. How do hearing people deal with it?  While I was messing with my aids, someone had stood by my seat. I looked up to see a tall, handsome guy around my age. He had brown hair and dimples even though he wasn't smiling. My God, his jawline was impeccable. You could use that to slice through metal-  "Oi, you're in my seat." Said the guy. At least, I think that's what he said. The hearing aids were mainly picking up on the rumble of the bus. "I'm sorry, I'll move!" I obliged. I stood up to move out of the seat before he put his hand in front of me. I look at him, confused, and he smirked. Oh God, I know that smirk. He's going to make fun of me. Maybe he already found out I was deaf. What if he makes a joke that everyone laughs at? What if I get ostracized like in my old school? What if- 

My hearing aid whines and I look to the source of the sound. The boy is speaking, but I can't make out what he's saying. "I'm sorry, can you speak again? I didn't catch-"

"Why are you speaking so weird?" The boy says, annoyance on his face. I blush, and I can see a few girls put their hands to their mouths, possibly giggling.   

"I'm...Um..I," I stutter, not wanting to say the truth. 

"Spit it out. Are you mocking me?" The boy glares at me. There's no use in omitting the truth, they'll find out eventually. "I'm deaf." The boy softens his expression but then laughs cruelly. He covers his mouth from laughing and says something I couldn't understand, as I couldn't read his lips. He stops. He looks at me. "Did you not hear what I just said?", his mouth now in full view, I could understand him. "I lipread, I'm sorry. I don't see what you say when you put your hand over your mouth-" I demonstrated, "-Like this." I'm trying to be brave, explaining to them my deafness, but it's hard. My legs are shaking. 

The boy giggles, before putting his hand in front of his mouth. I could see his insanely sharp jaw moving, but I had no idea what he said. The girls from before burst out laughing, as I could hear an insufferable whine from my hearing aid in their direction. He must've said something rude. I turn around, and sit at the front, trying hard not to cry. I know I should be used to this, I've experienced this before, so why do I still cry? 

I take my hearing aids out, and spend the bus ride staring out the window. The rain from outside slowly falls, tapping onto the window. I play a little game, pretending that the raindrops are having a race. I try not to think about my tears doing the same. I wipe my eyes and continue, sitting by myself, again. 

After what felt like ages, the bus slowed to a halt, and everyone got off. I tried to get off first since I was in the front, but that boy from before rushed in front of me, bumping into me, and walked off the bus. I saw him say hi to his friends, and laugh. I wish I had friends to say hi to. I get off the bus, and start the school day, in the sopping wet rain.