More than Anything (Hanma x reader)

Chapter 20: Terror

"Hanma... I think I like you..."

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Third Person POV

"Don't move, doll. I'll be there in ten minutes."

(Y/n) stared at the little clock on the window of her flip phone. It's been five minutes since she had called Hanma and she wouldn't put it past him that he would break speed limits and run red lights to get there in six minutes flat.

She couldn't believe it. A part of her believed that that was a fever dream or she hallucinated the past few minutes... because what the fuck possessed her to confess? The words spilled out her lips before she could stop herself, and she only realized her mistake when Hanma abruptly cut her off before she could finish her sentence. The word 'like' barely made it out of her mouth and he already took the bait and ran off with it.

"Shit..." she muttered under her breath whilst she merely focused her attention on the clock, "Shit, this is real, isn't it?"

Oh shit.

It was starting to hit her like a freight train— hell, she wished she was hit by a train. She confessed. She actually confessed. The cold, stoic class rep liked somebody— the fucking delinquent, nonetheless. She was half convinced like the rest of the class that she had no heart, that she was a cruel, apathetic monster that they even nicknamed her 'the devil' for it. She had no concept of emotion until she met him.

She froze. She had no concept of emotion until she met him.

A hand rose up to cover her mouth. What was she feeling? Surprise? Horror? A bit of relief? She didn't know. What scared her so much, all of the sudden, wasn't feeling so scary anymore. And whatever backwards reasoning, that scared her even more. How ironic.

But she didn't go back on her words. It's still a 'think' she likes him— she didn't know for sure. This was still new for her and she couldn't be blindsided by a mere fantasy she read in her books. Although, their story was far from conventional, in the first place. Everything she experienced and felt with him was nowhere like the books, but maybe that's what the main characters felt. A new, absolutely terrifying feeling that couldn't be explained.

(Y/n) wanted to run away from her problems as her feet lead her to the front doors of the school. And she almost did if it weren't for a scrapped up, loose group of delinquents roughly grabbing her and pushing her into an empty storage closet— a 'click' of a lock sounding soon after. It all happened so quickly that she didn't even have time to scream.

Her 'bullies', of course it were. In hindsight, ever since they started acting up again, she should've known that their pettiness wasn't over. She would've thought more about it if it weren't for the fact that it was pitch black in the room.

It was pitch black.

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Hanma beat the fucking bullet train.

He was going so fast down the streets that it was faster for him to weave past traffic than to take a ten minute train ride back to campus. Speed limits? Just a suggestion. Red lights? It was a millisecond off from a yellow light, so it technically wasn't illegal. Police? He can outrun them. Nothing was stopping him from seeing his girl.