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"Fallen victim to love."
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[K]enma drove with one hand on the wheel, the other holding tightly onto your trembling fingers. The night had grown colder and the city outside seemed to blur as he focused entirely on you. You sat in the passenger seat, your eyes closed, tears still staining your cheeks.
Your breathing was steadier now, but he could still feel the tremors running through your body. The drive back to his penthouse was quiet, the only sounds being the gentle hum of the engine and an occasional sniffle from you. Kenma's mind raced, trying to piece together what might have happened and how best to help you. He stole discreet glances at you, his heart aching with each one.
The girl he loved was hurting, and all he wanted was to make it right.
Now that you actually came to think about it, all the signs were clear and you probably should've realised sooner. You figured you must have brushed everything off in the beginning because you had been so desperate to be loved by someone.
So you used that as an excuse to tolerate and deliberately ignore Suguru's manipulative tendencies. But now... you wished you had never met him in the first place.
You hurried down the deserted hallway of your middle school, the final bell having already rung, signalling the end of another long day. You clutched your books tightly against your chest, your heart pounding with the anticipation of leaving school quickly. Not that being home was any better. The walls seemed to close in on you as you walked, your footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor.
As you rounded a corner, lost in your thoughts, you collided with something — or rather, someone — solid and fell to the floor. The impact caused your books to scatter onto the floor, and your skirt lifted slightly, revealing a dark, purpling bruise on your thigh.
