~•°* In Every Universe *°•~ || Komahina!!

6

the time was around 9:30am, I was a little late to class, but I didn't really care all that much and decided to kill some time by swiping through my friends Instagram stories.

While I did so, I heard my door bell, consistently being rung, again and again.

Who's at the door now? Everyone should be in classes. I got up off of my couch and walked towards the door, looking through the frosty peephole. Sato. What's she doing here!? I didn't invite her here! Infact, I don't even like her! So whys she here! I sigh and creak the door open slightly.

Hajime : "What do you want.?"

She scoffed at me before replying.

Sato: "No need to be so rude, Hajime! I ain't here to do some dumb shit.."

Hajime: "Funny, that's normally what you do everyday."

Sato: "I kno- wait, hey! No I don't!"

Hajime: "Ofcourse you don't. Anyway, what do you want? I'm busy."

Sato: "Well.."

Hajime: "Well..?"

Sato hunched as she looked down to the floor and groaned.

Sato: "I came to uh, apologise. For yesterday. I didn't mean to blurt out your weird gayness like that. I thought everyone already knew."

Hajime : "The fuck you mean"weird"?"

I put my fingers up and air quoted her wording.

Sato: "Shit I didn't mean it like that. I just mean-"

Hajime: "Fuck off, Sato"

and with that I shut the door back over with a harsh slam. I could still hear her muffled shouting from the other side of the door.

Sato: "Hajime! Open this fucking door! I didn't mean it like that! Stop shutting me off and face your damn fears for fuck sake!"

Face my fears.

Face my fears..? What does she mean? The only fear I'd have to face from opening the door is her ugly ass.

Hajime: "The fuck you mean "face my fears!?"

I swing the door back open, though this time it isn't Sato. It's my whole class. They point and stare, laughing maniacally. My friends are there too, they all laugh. They shout the cruelest shit at me.

???: "you're a failure."

???: "you'll never make it anywhere, Hajime"

???: "you're just a tool hajime, nothing more."

???: "you're an object."

???: "fuckin social reject!"

???: "go fuck yourself!"

I stare at then as all the words come flying at me. Like a bullet, these words cut deep. I feel the words sink in to me as I take it all in and wonder what I did to deserve such cruel treatment.

Hajime: "Wha- what are you! Get away from me! Leave me alone! That's...- That's wrong! You're all wrong!"

They don't acknowledge me. It's as if they're just shouting things at the house, because they barely even look at me. I turn around and see a figure standing upon me. Around the same height, same facial features too. But it has long, thick and black hair, reaching at least to it's ankles. It's eyes glow red, like a hot fire. It wears a black suit. The only colour it has is in its eyes. It looks empty.

'The figure': "They are not talking to you, Hajime. They're talking to me."

Hajime: "Wha- no they're not! They shouted my name. MY NAME."

'The figure': "But hajime. I am you."

Hajime: "What..? No, there's no way you're me! I am Hajime Hinata! Who are you? What are you?"

The figure struck my face with a cold hand. I grasped my cheek and looked up at it.

'The figure': "Face your fears, Hajime."

Face your fears.

They said it again. Face my fears? I don't understand? What does this have to do with anything?

Hajime : "I SAID WHO ARE YOU? ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT! WHO ARE YOU? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

My voice croaked and strained the louder I shouted. What is this thing? What does it mean it is me? That creature looks nothing like me! For a start, I definitely don't have black hair. Nor do I have red eyes. If someone asked me to describe Satan, this is probably what I'd describe!

Suddenly the figure disappeared, and so did the people behind me. I looked around cautiously. But nothing. Noone. Noone was coming for me. Noone hated me. Noone was shouting at me anymore.

"Face your fears"

What is that supposed to mean?

I wake in a cold sweat. I look up at my bedroom ceiling.

Hajime: "What the fuck was that..?"

???: "What was what???"

A loud voice booms from the other side of my room.

Hajime: "WHAT THE FUCK?"

I shoot up and look to the other side of my room, where I'm met with a punk rocker girl, holding one of my t-shirts.

Hajime: "Ibuki!? The fuck are you doing here!? How did you get in!?"

Ibuki: "Well obviously the door? Boys are so stupid nowadays!"

I sigh and look over at my alarm clock.

6:28AM. Tuesday, 3rd September.

Why is she here so early?

Ibuki: "Soooooo... Hajimeeee"

I sighed. Now I know what it is.

Hajime: "Take whatever, I'm not bothered. Just return it, yeah?"

Ibuki: "Sweet this shirt will lock rockin at my next gig, thanks hajime!!"

and with that she held the shirt tightly in her grasp and left my house with a loud bang of the door. Ibuki normally borrows some graphic tees that have been sitting in the bottom of my drawers because she wears the same shit everyday, like me. She likes to change it up at her concerts, however. So she borrows my shirts. Though I ask her to return them, I haven't seen the first one since she took it. I doubt I ever will again. Oh well, whatever makes her happy.

I soon hopped out of bed, got ready and brushed my teeth, ready to leave for school.. again.

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a/n : honestly so tired I'm in a bit of a depression atm guys my bad

anyways not proof read might later

idk what this chapter is I had not motive for it I just wrote