What to do? What to do? You huffed bored. It had been two days since you were in the hospital.
What a loss at school. You didn't even have friends who would give you homework. You stretched as you sat up in bed. You placed your hand at the table feeling that the marbles you were throwing in the bin to kill your boredom were all gone.
'Just great! Now what am I gonna do?' you crossed your arms rather irritated.
You heard a knock on your door. "Come in" you responded.
And walked in none other than Yuma. "oh hey Yuma...wait YUMA!?" you looked at him shocked and surprised.
"Hey (Name)" he smiled at you coming in and closing the door behind. He even brought you flowers!
"Yuma what are you doing here?" you asked curious
"You didn't come to school so I got worried. I did go to your home to check on you but you weren't there. Your parents told me everything though" he came and sat next to you on a chair giving you the flowers.
"Thanks for the flowers" you smiled as you smelled the fragrance. It was nostalgic.
"What happened to you?" he asked looking worried concern filled in his eyes.
"Didn't my parents already tell you?" you said putting the flowers aside
"Yeah but I wanna hear it from you" he replied
"You probably won't believe me though" you say waving a hand in front being a bit sarcastic but Yuma was dead serious "woah....what's with the heavy atmosphere? Fine I'll tell you" Yuma just nodded
You sighed before you continued "Two days ago, the night when I got home after that unknown injury. You remember that right? Yea so it was midnight and I couldn't sleep I went downstairs to get a late night snack when I started hearing voices as if someone was calling me and before I knew it I got stabbed in the stomach. When I woke next I was in the hospital and that thing came again. It was so scary and it said that...it wanted me...I didn't understand what it meant so I asked but instead it got angry and...I was..." you trailed off your tears were on the brink of falling you wiped them off with your sleeves and laughed nervously "s.sorry whenever I think about it, it gives me the chills"
"I get it you don't have to talk about it anymore" Yuma said with that same dead serious expression. You looked at him and blinked.
"But if you're thinking it's some kind of stalker or something well it's not and I'm telling the truth" you say looking at him
He looked up at you "No I'm not thinking that."
"Then what are you thinking?" you asked curious
"Maybe it is a ghost like you say it is. It's kinda hard believing but half of me believes it that it's true" he said
"You really think so?" you looked at him surprised
I wanted to believe it, that someone actually believed me. After so long...After trying to convince so many people
"Yeah..." Yuma said rubbing his chin
But the fact that you might get hurt in the process of being with me that thought hurts me like hell
You looked at him. Was he a friend? Were friends supposed to believe each other no matter how stupid the cause looked? Would they carry out the responsibility of remaining loyal to you? A friend? Yet a simple word but holding an enormous amount of weight.
"oh yea I almost forgot here" Yuma searched through his bag and gave you a booklet "It's the extra notes for school. I thought you mind need them"
You looked at them happily "Yuma you really didn't have to do that" you took them gratefully
"Of course I had to we are friends right?" he grinned
You smiled "You're really stupid"
"How come?" Yuma asked
"I'm not really your friend we are just classmates." You say looking at him as he frowned. Kinda cute. Wait what!?
"(Name) you really think that way? But why are you so afraid of becoming friends with anyone you stay alone all the time" Yuma asked a question which you were dreaded of and leaded to well complicated circumstances.
"I don't think I really need to answer that" you say trying to avoid the subject
"You have too or else I'll keep bothering you with it" Yuma crossed his arms
You couldn't believe it. He was so childish.
Childish? Isn't that how I look when I talk about beings that belong to a different world...
"It's because I'm scared" you finally said it. Yes the sad truth really escaped your mouth!
"You're scared of what?" he asked again
"Scared of getting them hurt. The people who I befriend" you say looking down
"Well you haven't hurt me so far" he says putting his head on his arms leaning on the bed looking up.
"It's because I'm not your friend. I have tried it countless times that maybe this time maybe just once I won't get them hurt and let's just be friends for once but each time it happened I hurt them. I have given up now. I know it's just...impossible" you say looking at your hands "I'm scared of loosing people. Call it whatever you want. It might be some kind of phobia. But phobias are curable I bet it's something else"
Yuma held your hand and you looked at him "I won't leave you"
You looked into his green eyes then looked away "I might hurt you then there would be no other choice left you know"
"I know but I still won't leave you" he says still holding onto your hand
"Why do you do this? I'm just someone on this planet. Why do you risk your life and stay with me?" you looked at him again
"Because you seem alone and I know you are tired of it. So I want to help you. To make you realize that you can rely on someone. To have a shoulder to cry on when you get sad, to have a hope even if it just a little bit." he looked at you and you just stared back at him
"Don't say things like that...I don't deserve them..." you whispered "such kind words they are not meant for me"
Yuma got up from where he was sitting and hugged you "of course you deserve them you idiot"
I'm starting to change...is that feeling really so wrong? People get hurt when they get near me. Will I once again hurt someone? I don't want to hurt someone who is....precious to me...
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Vy2 Yuma x reader "Fears Revealed"
FanficYou are a girl irritated by her past. Tortured by beings that belong to the other world. Even now when you got older the ghosts haunted you, you told your family but they didn't believe you or in ghosts. Your life was a mess. You went to a high scho...