Sadistic | Sata Kyouya x Reader

♚ fifteen

Die.

Kill yourself.

Whore.

Slut!

"What's with that look?"

You quickly shoved the notes into your pocket and slammed your locker closed, turning to face him as if nothing happened. He didn't see it, did he?

"Don't slam the locker so loudly," he grumbled. You let out a small breath of relief, before he began grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from your locker.

His warm embrace on your wrist made your heart pound - no matter what, you couldn't get over that Kyouya was still here. With you. And he belonged to you.

But even Kyouya couldn't protect you from everything.

Those notes were still there, lingering in the back of your mind. Die. Die. Die. Why did you care? Why couldn't Kyouya be enough? Why did those simple words make you want to fall to your knees? How much longer could you tolerate this?

Oh, right.

Last week was even worse. You ended up scrubbing your desk free of marker. Scribbled down words of hatred expressed for you, and oh how you died each and every time you saw even more underneath the filth you've already cleaned.

Kyouya never noticed.

And you wanted to keep it that way. You covered up the desk with books and papers to make sure he would never see even a single letter. You planned to throw those notes away as quickly as possible. You wouldn't leave a trace.

You knew exactly what they were trying to get at. It started ever since Kyouya kissed you, and some of the notes were death threats to stay away from him. Geez, what did those girls see in him?

He must have noticed something was wrong.

"You've been quiet since this morning," he leaned into his chair.

You snapped out of it.

"Huh? What?"

"...What's that in your pocket?"

Your eyes glanced down, gulping when you saw the note peeking out from the top.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" He swiped it from your grasp and folded it open. "Kyouya, that's-"

His voice turned sharp. His entire expression darkened and he crumbled the note, chucking it to the ground. "Shut up. How long has this been going on?"

"That's none of your business! And what the hell-"

"Idiot."

Your entire world sank as he stood up and walked out of the classroom, never once meeting your eyes before the door came to a close. The chattering of your classmates seemed to fade away as you weakly gripped tighter onto the piece of paper.

You can't cry.

Not here.

Not now.

* * *

Who was Kyouya going to have to kill this time?

Not really, of course. Just figuratively.

Or maybe he would.

He couldn't stand it. He noticed, of course. He wasn't completely aware, but he knew your mood had shifted ever since he kissed you on the lips. In front of the school.

He muttered, regretting exposing you to the entire school. But he wouldn't have expected this. Death threats? What kind of fanbase had he built up in this school? He knew he was popular. He knew he was charming. But this is where he crossed the line.

If you got hurt, he didn't know what to do. He had to do something. Anything.

Even if it meant leaving you.

He just couldn't bear seeing you cry again.

This was his fault.