Hating You

❑ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

"Rio?" You rounded the corner of the entrance to E class. "Rio?" You called louder this time.

"Could you lower your voice? Thanks." You crossed your arms as you entered the only classroom available. Akabane was sitting on top of the teacher's desk. Your arms stayed crossed as your eyes narrowed. His lazy smile pared with his lazy form–one leg on the desk, the other hanging, and a pencil spinning in his hand–made him look annoyingly arrogant, but you expected no less.

Akabane's eyes lifted to meet yours, his smile grew as did your frown. "Where is she?"

"As you can see," he gestured to the empty classroom, not here."

You ignored the urge to roll your eyes and stalked forwards, arms coming down to your side. "Where's everyone else?" It was pure curiosity, but also filler words. Rio said she'd meet you after school, so you'd tried to get out as early as possible, there's no way everyone could have let already. Rio, well she had to be here. Somewhere.

"Gone." Ugh, his dry responses were killing you. His entire personality was being a psychopath, which, okay that's a little hot, but seriously? He's like a maggot, of a fly you can't get rid of. You paced the classroom, walking up and down aisles of desks.

"Why are you still here?" For some reason, that was the question that came to the front of your mind as soon as you stepped into the classroom, but until now, the urge had been suppressed.

Akabane looked up from where he was spinning his pencil, your hand closed and opened itself, this morning you had lost one of your favorite pencils. It was black with a clear capsule. The one Akabane was spinning was the exact one. Anyone could gain access to those pencils, but yours was a gift, from Rio.

"Well?" You came to a stop, tapping your foot on the wooden floor. The thudding of your foot makes you all the more impatient.

Akabane nodded his head. Well, kind of. It jerked–oh he wanted, he meant for you too. Instead of standing there, acting like an idiot, you moved forward and met him at the front of the class. You sat at one of the front desks, it was as close as you'd dare to get to him. Your heart dropped and you were thankful for the seats because your knees gave out just then. Seeing him close up like this, the outlines of his face, the muscle beneath his shirt.

You shoved the urge to shake your head down your throat. Around him. Always around him, you couldn't...act right. You would never admit it, but it was another driving force for your dislike of him. "Are you just going to stare at me then?"

Akabane chuckled while rolling his eyes. He hopped off the teacher's desk and strode toward you, which was a mere three steps. You were aware of his every movement, of his every breath, "Nakamura isn't coming." His breath cascaded down your neck, mere inches–inches!–away from your jawline.

Your head jerked so hard, you were surprised when it remained connected to your neck. "What are you talking about? She messaged me–" you reached for your phone, ready to reread and prove you weren't crazy.

But then Akabane clicked his tongue and walked toward the entrance at the front of the classroom, the door clicked, locked in place. You watched with irony seeping through everything you held dear, what was going on? What was he thinking!? What on this planet? On every single working brain cell he had running through his brain, was this okay!?

"Akabane," you stood, your voice a demanding bellow, "you have 5 seconds to unlock that door." He gave you another lazy grin.

"And if I don't?"

A dark laugh escaped from your lips, Akaabane had no idea what he was getting himself into, "you're going to wish you had."

"Aww, look at you, finally showing your true colors." His eyes narrowed, "I knew you were there, somewhere."

You walked toward him, meeting him in the middle of an aisle. He looked down at you, barely, "I mean it, Akabane."

He sighed as if locking you in this classroom with himself was an everyday uneventful task. He crossed his arms and made to walk around you, back toward the teacher's desk, but you went for his wrist.

Just as you were about to make contact, his arm lifted and swung around your shoulders, pulling you into him from behind, his eyes looked at you, not like the other times. It was a glare or a scowl, or amusement, or, anything, really.

It was... death.

That's the only way you knew how to describe it. Cold, unnerving, endless death. You shrugged him off with more force than necessary, but for you two, for him, it seemed completely normal. He continued to stare at you with those holes. He looked... tired.

You hated yourself for it, but you reached out, placed a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed. You were out of your mind, you must have been. Though, some parts of Akabane, maybe the last shred of humanity he had, seeped through, and just now, right there, a crack.

A crack in the mask he always wore, "there you are," you heard yourself whispering. Akabane looked away, removing your hand from his shoulder, and walked toward the teacher's desk, behind it, and sat in the chair.

He placed his hands in front of him and said–voice hoarse–in the kitchen, the cup, did you..." he gulped, avoiding your eyes again, "you saw it, right?"

You almost sagged with relief, this was about that oddity you'd seen? "Yeah, I saw the cup, I'm sorry if I messed up whatever it was," you looked up, finding the will to breathe again.

"Don't ever touch it again. Don't even look at the cabinet that contains it." And he was back, the self-centered, wannabe charismatic, arrogant ass.

"Look, Akabane, I have no intentions of being in your house, so the possibility of me even–"

"L/n just say it. Say you'll never touch it again."

"Fine," you were starting to get a little defensive. And if this damned cup was special to him why was it so easy to access? What a damn dramatic he was. "You could have just texted me about this." You glared, walking toward the back of the classroom, flipping him off in the process.

"I don't have your number-"

"Should have texted Rio then."

"I wanted to talk to you in person, to get you to understand."

"Oh I understand, I do." You turned to him just then, "you're a prick."

He huffed, a little amusement spreading throughout the tired lines of his face, "don't you at least want to know how I got you here?"

Despite your anger, the right side of your mouth quirked a little and you had to bite your cheek to keep from smiling fully, "maybe next time you prick."

"Aaahh, how I love our banter."

"Fuck you Akabane."

"That's a pretty site," he said as you kicked the lock, which was in dire need of a fix, and slid open the back entrance of the classroom.