Weak Tiger. | Tokyo Revengers | itznekogxrl

°˖✧chapter one°˖✧

A/N: HEY YA'LL so i just wanted to say that highschool is a bitch and that my motivation to write this book has always been brought down by the stress of highschool. I come back home wanting to write and try to finish this book but unfortunately I've been bombarded by piles and piles of homework. But from this day onward, I declare that i will try and write every single sunday. Thanks for reading all of my yap and happy reading!!! ^^ (p.s, chapter one and two are both filler. Unfortunately)

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CW: FOUL LANGUAGE, SH SCARS.

The sound of someone's body  hit the hard tatami mat on the floor of the dojo. You looked up at your sparring partner, who was glaring down at the younger teen with a firm and cold gaze, almost disgusted by your weakness in fighting. It was as if he completely despised you. Like you were a peice of shit on the sidewalk. Haruyama gave you another harsh kick to the stomach, then a punch to your face. He didn't even give you a second to breathe.

"ENOUGH! HARUYAMA!!" Your teacher shouted. Haruyama stopped delivering his harsh punches. You trembled on the floor, a trail of blood going down your nose.

"What? I was just tryna help [Name] get better." Haruyama laughed mockingly and shot a glare at you before walking towards the changing rooms.

You grunt in pain as you pick yourself off the floor, stumbling a little from Haruyama's brutal kicks. A small wince slipped out of your lips as they touch the dark bruises that Haruyama had left on your body. Your teacher walked up to you and crossed his arms, a look of disappointment painted all over his face.

"[Name]. You're an outstanding student of mine, I mean it. But it's just that you're not trying hard enough to hit back. I would like to see you do better from now on." He pats you lightly on the shoulder and walked away, leaving you all alone.

You stood there for a while, rubbing your right shoulder. You went to the changing rooms and quickly changed back into casual clothes. You reached inside of the grey locker to pull out a small messenger bag. There were a lot of keychains and little pins of your silly little interests, most of the bag accessories were characters of Tokyo Revengers. You were lost in thought, staring at the keychains before a hand roughly shoved your body away. You groaned in pain as the metal locker hit you in the head and looked up at Haruyama, who was looking down on you with pure hatred.

"What the fuck is this? Some bullshit cartoons of yours?" Haruyama scoffs and snatched their messenger bag away from their grasp.

"Give it back." You glared up at him. Haruyama gave a mocking laugh.

"You want it back? What a joke. Why can't you just get it yourself?" He threw the bag across the room.

"You're useless, y'know that?" Haruyama said.

"Shut the fuck up. You know nothing about me." You tightened your fists.

"Tch... and you're a fucking coward. Can't even land a single punch on me." Haruyama pushed you away once again, heading towards the exit. You stared blankly at Haruyama as he walked to the exit.

'What the hell's his problem?'. You walked towards your bag and bent down to take it back, slinging the strap of the bag over your head to your shoulder. Your legs dragged on the sidewalk, they were almost trembling from the bruises and from the snowy, cold nights of December. Or, it could also be from Haruyama's cruel words.

You reached into your bag to get the house keys, the sounds of the steel keys clash against each other that makes a sound that sometimes comforts you. You unlock the door to see that your mother didn't return home yet from the casino. You closed the door, your mind pondered what your life would be like without your mother.

You entered the bathroom after changing into your sleeping clothes. You stared at yourself in the mirror, your eyes drifted from your bruised face to your wrists. They were wrapped in bandages. The cuts were from a while ago but you can't even bear at the sight of your own scars. You let out a soft sigh and turned on the water faucet of the sink to wash their slightly bruised face.

You slowly stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You shivered from the cool air hitting your injured body. It was practically freezing that night, the snow falling down from the clouds had caught your attention for a moment. Your legs sauntered into the bedroom to lay on your bed. You hug yourself as a way to comfort yourself from the aching pain.

You closed your eyes shut. In your mind, you prayed to god for what felt like the first time in many years. Beads of tears formed on the bottom lids of your eyes. You silently prayed that it could all end. To live in peace, not having any problems in life. You wished that you could live somewhere in quiet solitude. The void of exhaustion slowly consumed you into slumber.

You heard the sound of your mother's soft hums.

"Take a moment to breathe, alright?" You looked up to your mother, who was gently patting your back. She was trying to teach you how to float on water.

"Now let's try again. Lay back straight," You did as you were told and laid flat on your back on the surface of the water, your mother's hands supporting you.

"Make sure your arms are the same level as your shoulders. Mama's going to let go now." She gave you a soft smile and slowly let go. You gasp and tried concentrating to continue floating.

"A-am I doing it?" You asked.

"Yes, yes! You're doing it! Just make it to the end!" She smiles as she cheered you on to get to the other end of the pool. You felt like it was only a minute before your head hit the other end. Your mother swims to you and she grins widely at you.

"You did so good! I'm so proud of you!" She hugs you, humming a gentle tune.

Your eyes quickly shot open to the loud alarm blaring next to their ear. You slowly sat up from bed, rubbing your eyes and wiping away the warm tears left by the dream you had last night. The loud noise of the alarm was still going off but you were yet to shut it up. You looked around the room to see that nothing had changed. Everything that you had been praying for still hasn't come true. Some of your wishes were too childish and very stupid to grant even if it was possible. You brought your hand to touch the alarm clock to turn it off. You pressed the button and picked it up to look at the time.

"7:20 AM?" You mumbled to yourself, usually you'd wake up for school at much earlier. A soft sigh let from your lips as the drowsiness in your eyes slowly subsides and stepped out of bed, the painful soreness on their body from Haruyama were torturing you like spikes penetrating your body. You quickly get changed into your school uniform and picked up the school bag that was on the chair. You opened the door of your bedroom and saw your mother passed out on the couch, noticing a bottle of booze in her hand. You stared blankly at her and made your way out of the door.

As you were walking down the road, a dark purple hooded woman was standing under the bridge. The woman's gaze followed you, a smirk plastered on her red lips.

You could feel the woman's eyes trailing them as you ambled along the path to school. The woman's gaze to your whole body felt like bugs were crawling under your skin. It was like they felt like the woman was going to do something to you. You covered yourself and accelerated your pace. You shortly arrived to school, the other students were already inside as the bell was going to ring in the matter of minutes. You walked inside, ready to start school for the day.

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