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Tsuzuku x Reader (Mejibray)

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Tsuzuku's P.O.V

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU WHORE!"  My neighbors are back at it again. I always hear him yelling at the poor girl. Rumor has it that his 'girlfriend' is a mute. She doesn't talk to anyone, and she doesn't even talk to him. I never even heard her yell back at him either. I don't know what she does to get yelled at. If she doesn't talk, then what is she doing to make him mad?

I was walking to my kitchen, until I heard a loud thud near my wall, and I heard crying. This usually isn't my business, but I need to see what's going on because it's getting out of hand. I hear another bang, and then crying. I heard the door slam to their apartment, and the noise stopped after that.

I grabbed my slippers, and opened my door. I look to the left of me, and there she is. She was sitting on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest crying. I walk out my door, and headed towards her. As I get closer, I see bruises on her leg, and arms. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked at me. I saw multiple bruises, scars, and blood coming down her face.

I tried to help her up, but she moved her head away from me, shaking her head no. She was trying to stand up, but she feel right back down. She then started crawling from me, but I saw blood trickling from her thighs. She barley had any clothes on. She had on these tiny shorts, and a bra on. I walked towards her, and she tried to crawl away, but I picked her up, and carried her in my house.

I sat her down in the living room, and went into the bathroom. I grabbed some bandages, peroxide, cream, and some patches. I also went back into my room to give her a long t-shirt, and some boxers to wear. I walked back in the living room, and I see her sitting in the corner in the corner of the couch, hugging her knees. I sat down next to her, and grabbed her hand. She looked at me, and tilted her head.

"This might sting, but It will stop the pain." I slowly poured the peroxide on a cotton pad, and started patting it on her wounds. She didn't even jump one bit. She might have winced at the pain every now, and then, but It didn't seem to phase her, kind of like she was used to pain.

I finished up her last wound. She had bandaged hands, legs, and patches on her face. I tried to find the source of were the blood was coming from her thighs, but when I get even too close to her womanhood, she slapped my hand away. I understand though, she has no clue who I am. I got up from the couch, and handed her blanket, and fixed us some tea. I saw her putting the T-shirt on, and putting the boxers on. The T-shirt made her look really cute, since it was really long on her.

Once I poured the tea into two cup, I grabbed a notebook, and pen while I was at it. I sat down on the couch, and handed her the notebook, and pen, while sitting down her tea on the coffee table. Once I got comfortable, and got some covers for myself, I started asking her questions.

"What's your name?" She began writing down, and she lifted the notebook up. "My name is (Y/N). What's your name?" I put my hand out towards her, so she could shake my hand.

"I'm Tsuzuku, but just call me Tzk. How old are you?" She looked back down at the notebook, and started writing. I took a sit of my green tea, and she lifted up the paper again. "I just turned 18. How old are you?" I looked at her in shock.

"I'm 21, but your only 18?" She nodded her head a yes to me. "How long have you been with that man?" She put up 3 fingers, and my jaw dropped. 'She was only 15, when they got together.'

"Why don't you talk?" She began writing again. This might take a while, so I took a sip of my tea, and looked down at my phone. It was 12 a.m., and my social medias were blowing up. I was a pretty popular person, but it get's annoying after a while. While I was checking my social medias, I would look up at her, and she was such a pretty girl. 'Why would someone do this to her?' I heard her stop writing, and looked up to see her holding the notebook.