Crimson & Clover//AkashiSeijuroXReader

It's getting late you better leave

It was Monday again, you were frustrated at how fast the weekend ended. You followed your usual morning routine and headed for school. Your bus was late today, you had to wait 15 mins at the bus stop. You weren't late, but neither were you as early as you usually are. 

Your school was in chaos, it was more crowded than usual. All the students were gathered out in the hallway or peeking out their classroom windows. The murmuring and buzzing sound of students echoed throughout the school. It was obvious they all were gossiping about the same thing. You could feel several gazes following you. As you reach your floor you see Akashi, Chiyo, Quinn and Kim taking off what seem like flyers at first from the wall but soon you realise they were photographs. The moment you stepped into the hallway everyone went silent, you walked up to Akashi and took the photograph out of his hand. By now you already knew what the photographs could be, but still, you hoped you were wrong. You weren't, it was just as you surmised. Those pictures were of you from the club you visited on Saturday. There were multiple different pictures of you. It looks like you are being stalked. You stood there frozen in the hallway, Akashi and the others were probably saying something to you but you couldn't hear anything. All you could think about were the paedophiles Kim warned you about before entering the club. You couldn't wrap your head around what was unfolding before your eyes.

You found yourself in the principal's office with a bunch of teachers spouting a bunch of nonsense. You weren't listening to shit even now, but you managed to comprehend that they didn't want to report this to the police cause you, a minor, were at a club unlawfully and they didn't want to ruin their school's reputation. They were waiting for your mother's approval. Almost everyone in the faculty blamed you for this incident, they were blasting your eardrums with insults. They called you promiscuous and accused you of things you didn't even commit. You didn't utter a word and sat there with your head down. Once your mother arrived, you were asked to wait in the staff room with your math teacher Mr. Sawamura. They thought you'd run away if they left you alone. 

Mr Sawamura was a kind-hearted man despite being a math teacher. He was young and pretty good-looking too. It was kinda awkward to sit alone with him though. You were staring outside the window studying the different hues of the leaves caused by the sunlight. After a while, you finally spoke, "I don't wanna go to juvie"

"eh?", Mr Sawamura wasn't sure how to respond to that "I'm sure your mother will make the right decision"

You started crying violently. You were holding back this whole time. You couldn't find a way out of this mess, you couldn't find an excuse. You just wanted someone to put the blame on but there was none. Once again you found yourself in the depth of your despair, consumed by your anguish. Mr Sawamura tried to console you but he was of no help. 

After about 20 mins or so you were called back to the principal's office. They tried their best to convince your mother, not to report it to the police. She said she'd get back to them after talking to her lawyer. Her face was red from shame. You couldn't bear to look her in the eye. They suspended you for the week so the matter could die out with ease.   

On the ride home your mother was screaming hysterically, "WHAT ELSE ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME!!! DO YOU DO DRUGS TOO?WEED?ALCOHOL?". Her diving was so rough it scared you out of your wits. 

"Nothing I swear I was just there for the band" you cried.

"WHO ELSE WAS WITH YOU? DID CHIYO FORCE YOU TO GO?"

"Nobody forced me, Chiyo wasn't even there" You told her everything about that night, how you weren't aware it was a club, you were with Kim, and it had nothing to do with Chiyo that you lied that day about the study session. After hearing everything your mother finally slowed down and stopped screaming like a mad woman, and you apologized to her.