Trigger warnings: Suicidal thoughts and ideation, depression, mentions of self harm
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
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You tap your pencil onto the desk below to the beat of a random song you had stuck in your head, your eyes falling slightly as you tried your hardest to pay attention to whatever your teacher was talking about now that you had finished up the first part of class.
'Why am I even here? I'm no use here, I just want to go home,' You thought, yawning silently as your [Eye Color] eyes began to water up slightly.
You shut your eyes, trying to make the time in your class go by as fast as possible, [Least Favorite Class] was so annoying to you, and your current mental state certainly didn't help your already sour mood.
You tried to imagine a scenario where you might actually be happy, maybe in an apartment with your future partner? Maybe at a zoo watching [Favorite Animal]s? But even the sweetest of honey of scenarios weren't helping, you just put your head in your arms, eyes opening softly as they gazed at the girl next to you.
Shouko Komi. The class silent beauty.
You, just like all of the other students, had fallen in love with the girl the day she stepped foot into the school; but you never became obsessed with her like Ren did. You loved everything about the purple-haired girl, and you were perfectly fine admitting it to yourself, just nobody else. Not like you had any other friends to admit it to.
'Stop daydreaming about the girl Y/n, you'll never get with her, she's probably already dating that Tadano guy,' You told yourself as a blush appeared on your cheeks, which you quickly hid by hiding your head in your arms once more.
You shut your eyes once again, your brain about to drift off to sleep as you snuggled your head into your arms that you had been using as a pillow throughout the whole class.
"Mx. Y/n? Why don't you answer number 5?" Your teacher asked suddenly, pulling you out of your sleepy state as your head shot up.
The whole class was now looking at you.
"Um..." You stuttered out, your eyes quickly darting around the room as if you were looking for the answer that was present on the board in front of your class.
"You should be paying attention, now answer the question," Your teacher said before you could even continue to speak, or at least attempt to speak.
You froze up at their harsh words, your palms quickly becoming sweaty as you stared at the board, only for you to feel something tiny fall on your foot.
