More than Anything (Hanma x reader)

Chapter 1: Confusion

Third Person POV

- Date: May 7, 2005 -

This was the seventh one.

A death threat isn't what she would call it. It fell dancing on the fine line between harassment and a cruel but inconsequential joke. The (h/c)-haired girl rubbed the back of her head in puzzlement and tilted her head— inspecting the seventh note this past month like an oddity to her questions.

It had been roughly one month since the start of her high school career. She didn't expect it to be this... exciting. That's one way to put it. Nor did she expect her classmates to vote her as class representative either. A straight-A, high scoring student misplaced into the lowest class. Stupid school that doesn't know how to organize things, she griped.

But throughout the past month, she had been receiving some ominous messages of mockery and teasing. Was this bullying she was experiencing? Because, if so, she wasn't that fazed. Cold, stoic, robot, a bitch. She heard it all already. The first year student didn't know who she managed to piss off, but she could deduce that it was her indifferent nature that probably got her in some deep trouble with the pettiest type of people. Maybe she sent some people to detention and this was their payback? Who knows.

"Could've done better," (y/n) monotonously spoke to herself whilst she read the note with a blank expression, "'Cold hearted bitch'? They used that one already. Should've called me the devil, at this point."

The (h/c)-nette sighed, crumpled the scrap piece of paper that laid on her desk, and threw it in the trash can as she was passing by without a second thought. She was just doing her job... she couldn't appease everybody.

(Y/n) rubbed the back of her neck, closed her eyes, and sighed in exasperation as she continued her walk out of the school doors. She didn't know how long she can survive being the class representative if it continues to be like this. Maybe it was her tone or the way she presents herself. She didn't mean to be rude whenever somebody acts out, that's just how it was for her. Emotions were just too exhausting, or rather, shouldn't be wasted on insignificant interactions.

Now, her head was in too deep. Normally, she would be much more perceptive, much more aware. Today was just not one of those days.

A motorcycle was coming straight at her.

'Oh shit,' was the last thing she thought before a flash of white, 'Am I going to die?'

|—~—|

"Oh shit, did she die?"

Hanma had no clue how this happened. He was just going to go to school for once because he was bored out of his mind. Ironic, he knows. Although, he was so late that it was already over and, suddenly, somebody stepped onto the middle of the road without looking twice. He was pretty certain he didn't hit her. He would've felt the impact and probably have flung out of his motorcycle if he did. Granted, it was a close call. Did this chick faint or something?

The tall, lanky individual inhaled one more puff of his cigarette and rubbed the back of his head in a contemplating manner— staring dumbly at the passed out girl in the middle of the road and wondered what he was supposed to do next. Breathing out the smoke and upon closer inspection, his gold eyes recognized something familiar about the figure below him. He leaned down closer and scrutinized the female for a bit, brows furrowing in a deep concentration to recall who this was.

A lightbulb appeared in his head and his facial features lit up in recognition: this was his class's representative. The delinquent was surprised he even remembered considering he only attended class for the first day or two, and maybe a couple other times throughout the past month. But he remembered her, how could he not? This girl looked and talked as if she was already dead.