⚜️ || You Will Never be a Star 🌟 || ⚜️

'You Really Believe You Will Ever Value To Anything?'

"Fail again, failing again. Fussing over mistakes she thinks would remain. But then she starts all over again."

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The silver haired choreographer stumbled as he walked. The feeling of exhaustion reaping and washing over him... 'You must not give in! A star such as yourself would never miss a day of class! Regardless of tiredness!' He slapped himself as he kept going on his way. He sighed once he realized. 'Oh... stars.. I'm too early.' He mentally facepalmed as he sat on a bench in the yard. Yawning as his tiredness washed over him. There's barely anybody here! What was he thinking? "Ah.. Maybe I could see if Nene-chan, Rui-kun, or Tsukasa-kun may be on their way!" He thought to himself out loud. From the few students residing in the courtyard, one spoke out to the future star. "Wouldja shut up? You're so loud and it's such an early morning! Nobody needs to hear your loud and annoying voice this early!" Earning scattered laughs from other students in the yard.. Fyo thought to himself.. out loud, once again. "Am I really that annoying?" Another student spoke up with a flat-out, "Yes!" earning much more laughs from other students. His shoulders slumped.. He pulled his knees to his chest and laid his head down on them. Quick to fall asleep.

He woke up a couple minutes later, dazed as his vision was blocked by what seemed to be many sticky notes.. Fyo put down his knees and grasped one of the notes. Looking to see what it had said. 'What a loud annoying bitch.' His eyes.. glistened. He told himself not to cry.. he was filled with worry as he reached for the other sticky notes. 'idiotic and clueless' 'narcissistic bastard!' 'he's so loud-mouthed he never knows when to shut up!' 'what an annoying self-acclaimed star.' Most notes stuck to him were things he had normally heard around the school when he walked. He sighed, putting them into his bag as he noticed a peculiar one that was stuck to his bag... he read it. 'why don't you just give up your dreams you ignorant, incompetent, egotistical, loud-mouthed nuisance? we all know that it's not possible. especially for such a person as yourself' That one left him speechless.. his eyes glistened with newfound tears. He wiped his eyes before he left them fall. "A star shouldn't cry." He whispered to himself. Interrupted by a purple haired figure approaching he looked up. Restoring that hopeful and confident look. "Ah, Rui-kun! Good morning!" He smiled brightly. Quickly putting the specific note in his backpack. Not realizing it had fallen. Rui looked down at the lean, silver haired teen.. "Class starts in a bit, should you not get going to your class now? Kukuku.." He laughed softly at the end. He noticed the note, he will look at it maybe after Fyo leaves.. perhaps it was something he was attemtping to hide. "Oh.. You're completely right! Thank you Rui-kun. I'll see you later." The silver head smiled, standing up to walk off. Rui also noticed another note on the back of his black hoodie. He grasped it while he walked away and went back, grabbing the other one that had fallen previously. He read them and frowned.. "Oh.. how unfortunate." He shook his head as he put them into his bag. The newer note he had grabbed from the silver's bag had said.. 'you really believe you will ever value to anything?' Rui sighed sadly as he headed to his class.

       Fyo stepped into his class with that confident smile plastered onto his face. Trying to ignore the hefty amount of judgemental stares from each and every person from around the room. 'Keep the façade up. A star never lets people see him vulnerable.' He sat down in his seat and got his notebook out. Writing affirmations for himself, as this morning had him sort've down and he believed that affirmations could fix his mood. His time to write was cut short as another student exclaimed. They had seen that he had been writing affirmations.. "What? Need to write affirmations to enlarge your already huge fuckin' ego?" The student teased. Fyo slipped on his words. Unsure of a reply as the student talked again. "How narcissistic of you! Is it because your family doesn't even give you enough of that attention already?!" The student snickered and sneered at the comment he had made.. unbeknownst to the fact that yes, Fyolai has.. family issues. The whole class laughed along with the student saying that. The teacher quieted them down, however. What that student had said didn't sit right with Fyolai.. it made him feel sick to his stomach. He raised a hand and the teacher called on him. Wondering what it was he needed.. "Yes, Fyo?" He averted his eyes. But looked back and sighed. "May I use the washroom please?" The teacher sighed.. "Class just started Virtue." Fyolai sighed.. "I know. Please.. I just really need to use it." She shrugged and eventually agreed. "Alright, go ahead." He felt his mind fill eith a small sense of relief, his stomach said otherwise as he ran out. Rui spotted him from the classroom window on the door. He would ask to leave class to use the restroom as well. The teacher had told him after instruction.

        The silver haired boy rushed into a stall, leaning over a toilet he still had all the notes that had been stuck to him that morning. He felt disoriented and nauseated from what people said, and from his own exhaustion. But, for an odd reason he couldn't seem to throw up.. He was on the brink of it. But didn't. Perhaps, maybe it was because he hadn't eaten anything that morning.. Sighing, he held onto the stall door as a support as he walked out. Noticed a purple haired figure standing near the sinks. His vision being a little fuzzy he looked at the figure. "Rui-kun?" He questioned. The purple haired figure was not in fact, Rui. Just another purple haired student. He pushed him back into the stall, smiling as he grabbed the silver by his hair and pushed his head into the toilet. "Of course a f*ggot such as yourself would think it was your boyfriend just because of the purple hair. How amusing and humiliating." The student continued his actions as Fyo scratched and squirmed. Struggling against the student as he felt himself slip away into the darkness of unconsiousness. When he fell limp, that's when the student grasped him by his drenched, wet uniform collar and left him on the ground of the stall. Unconscious and in a horrible state. The student left with a smile on his face. That's what timing he had as Tsukasa went to the bathroom directly after the situation had happened. He saw his fellow troupe member on the floor, worry filling his face as he saw all the sticky notes around his unconsious body. Reading them all. He grabbed his friend and the sticky notes, placing those in his pocket and bringing Fyo to the care room downstairs with a concerned expression plastered onto his face. Filled with worry and concern for his friend.

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(Word count: 1,239)

|| A/N: this is my first time writing in a while. Hope it was tolerable and okay at the least!! ~✰!!