Same Differences | Kazutora Hanemiya x Fem!Reader

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Chapter 1

T.W.(Mentions of family conflict)

Y/N's Pov.

"Y/N, you have to choose who you want to stay with. It's either me, or your father." My mother stated, tears rolling down her eyes as she rubs the left side of her face.

My shaky E/C eyes shift from her towards my father, who stood a few steps away from us, a scowl indented deep into his face as his venomous eyes pierce through us.

I slowly shake my head from side to side, signalling that I'm unable to answer the question.

My parent's don't really love each other anymore, claiming I'm the only reason they stay together. But recently the arguments have gotten more vicious.

Grabbing his work bag (along with some other belongings) and keys to his car, my father rolls his eyes and proceeds towards the door. Looking at my pitiful mother, I panic. As soon as I hear the front door slam, with a thud that shook the whole room, I sprint towards the door and after him.

"Please, Wait! You can't leave us we need you!" I run after him, running down the flight of apartment stairs.

As he nears his car, I attempt to reach him faster. The sudden change in speed caused me to miss a step, slipping down the last few stairs and landing insanely hard on my leg, laying at the bottom in an odd position.

"Oh shit!" I scrunch my eyebrows together, exclaiming from the sudden pang of pain.

If it wasn't for all the adrenaline, It's probably hurt an unbearably amount times more. Irritated, my father who was about to drive away stands up approaching my laying body on the floor while my mother slowly walks down the stairs.

Their faces show a shocking cringe as they both look down at me trying to figure out what to do about my current state, while making sure not to talk to one another.

The next morning I carefully roll out of bed, grabbing a pair of crutches. I've still got to attend school.

After the tragedy, I was bought to the hospital where they informed me I broke my leg and that I'd need to wear a cast. A delightful start to the week.

I lazily get ready for school, making sure I fully complete my routine, but through my painfully tired state.

My H/L H/C hair flows in the wind as I lock the door behind me, confidently waddling towards the stair case. I gulp, looking down the abyss, I figured that taking the stairs would probably not be my best choice. My eyes shift to the left, where the elevator was located.

I sigh in defeat as I enter it then hitting the button which takes me to the ground floor. No one in our apartment complex takes the elevator anymore. The smell of urine within it radiates for many miles, The inside was dirty and it obviously hasn't had a maintenance check up in a dangerously long time.

Risking possible death from a toxic and barely functioning elevator was my only option apart from potentially toppling down an even larger amount of stairs. I groan as I leave the premises, upset I had to wake up this early in order to make it on time to school in these crutches.

Hoping I have enough pain killers to last me the day, I make my way to school. The beautiful melody of music ringing through my headphones into my ears helps me calm down slightly, Ignoring most of the tragic events. The morning air smells fresh and earthy as it envelopes me in a breeze. I let a small smile softly creep its way onto my lips.

Although I wasn't late, I didn't make it as early to school as I typically do.

"Woah, Y/N, what happened to you?" One of my friends points out my injury, as a bunch of people surround me interested in what's going on- for whatever reason.

"I fell down the stairs." I reply truthfully and nonchalantly.

"Oh wow, Y/N, you're so clumsy." An angelic ringing fills the classroom as she giggles "As always, you've got to be a fuck up and do something stupid." She continues to laugh graciously yet hysterically as tears swell up in the corners of her eyes.

Despite fully understanding her remark, I continue to sit there as if she didn't just insult me.

"You know I'm just joking." She smiles at me.

"Yeah, It's just a harmless and funny joke. Get well soon Y/N." A boy joins in, snickering.

The people surrounding me wish me a faster recovery, eyes glaring into me and my leg paired with some whispers among the students who assumed I couldn't hear them.

Ignoring it, I face forward. An odd sense of relief washes over me as they all quickly leave, sitting at their desks in correlation to another pupil joining walking into the classroom.

Tilting my head behind me slightly, I'm met with a pair of large sandy eyes. The boys black hair falls down in a messy wolf cut, vibrant yellow streaks run through it. Another noticeable feature of his was the tattoo of a tiger, its ink hugging onto his neck.

His name was Kazutora. A recently new student who joined the school about a month ago, however I've only seen him around 6 times since he began attending this school. It was a slight shock he even managed to make it to school today- as well as on time.

I turn my head back around before he says anything to me, His resting face wasn't quite a welcoming one.

He stands out to me, a lot. Kazutora is a person who does whatever he wishes to do, living a carefree life doing what he desires. It's very admirable and definitely inspirational.

I watch the teacher stride in, beginning the lesson. By my right side, another one of my friends decides to grab and pull away my crutches threatening not to give them back when I need them. I choose to not listen for now and rather focus on whatever I'm doing.

A fist sized crumpled piece of paper flies from behind me and onto my desk, lightly scraping past my hand that was resting on the desk. I sit in confusion, knowing well it was Kazutora who threw this.

I haven't ever spoken to him before, so him reaching out to me through a scrunched up paper is somewhat alarming yet making me feel special at the same time. He isn't too fond of the other peers in the class either.

I unravel the paper, reading through the surprisingly neat handwriting.

'I don't think you noticed, the apartment I live in is only a few doors down. I heard all the commotion yesterday. I know that you have daddy issues.'

Scrunching back up the paper, I push it deep into my bag, trying to mentally figure out what to do as embarrassment and shame washes over me, in the end choosing to silently sit through the rest of the lesson.