𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 (Yandere Rengoku x Reader)

04

⚠️ ! Bullying, abuse, language, name calling ! ⚠️

The next morning you got to school, right on the way you came across three girls you slightly recognized.

"Well well well, look what we have here."

One of the three girls scoffed. She seemed to be the leader of the two.

"This little bitch, what the hell do you think your doing walking threw my hall with us in here?" The leader of the girls questioned.

"Pardon? Did you say 'your' hall?" You said slightly sassy.

"Yeah..! Are you deaf, I clearly said my hall, and why are you getting so close to Professor Rengoku?!" The leader of the three spat at me.

"I'm not, I literally came here just yesterday." You said, trying to keep your temper under control, as much as you wanted to be a happy person, you had anger issues, sometimes you needed therapy for it, and anger management is needed. One time you came across a long enemy, aka your ex, he pissed you off so you did what you thought was right.

You beat him up, punching his face and kicking him till he couldn't move, that's when you almost went to jail.

Your eyes flashed with a glare.

"The hell do you think you are, how did you get into private classes with Professor Rengoku. Dumb bitch." One of the three hissed.

"It's none of your business, now please let me get to class." You said trying to calm yourself down.

You tried to take a step forward but the leader of the three stopped you.

"Where do you think your going whore?" She spat.

"Class, and shouldn't you?" I furrowed my brows, she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

One of the three girls came up behind me and held my hands back behind me, the leader of the girls came up to my face.

"W-what are you doing?" You started to panic a bit.

"This is for getting close to the Professor, don't EVER try to talk to him again," as she said that she slapped my cheek, I swayed my head left to right and tried to shake off the pain, she strikes for my stomach and, well it hurt pretty damn bad, I coughed a bit and gave her a glare, she just smirked and started kicking me, several times.. this went on once the bell rang, they let go of me and pushed me down, one of the three girls stepping on my hands, a quiet crack sound could be heard from my hand joints.

They all laughed and high fives each other.

"I'm glad your pretty little face is bruised, he'll never look at you like that." The leader of the girls smirked and then flicked my forehead."Don't be late to class, I'm sure the Professor wouldn't like that, hah." She giggled and the three of them walked away, I kept coughing up few droplets of blood.

I tried to recover myself and I held my hand, it hurt like hell, I hissed and winced at the burning pain in my hand. I got up and limped towards the bathroom. I opened the door, surprisingly no one was in there and I went straight for the sink, I grabbed some paper towels and wrapped my hand up, I grabbed my book bag and found tape, I tapped the paper towels around my hand securely.

"Shit... why me..?" A tear formed in your eye.you looked at your messed up hand, it was obviously fractured, you teared up at the sight.

No don't cry, crying is weak, it gets you nowhere, don't. Cry.

You kept telling yourself but tears fell, you then looked at the time on your phone and gasped it has already been 10 minutes, you rushed to zip your bag up and run out of the bathroom.