Fire Emblem x Reader

Tsubaki x Reader Part Four

You were at school after waking up to wrapped arms and in your bed. But you tore off your mother's attempt at making it heal and not scar. Your arms were red, throbbing, and in pain but you didn't care how imperfect you were.

You walked into school without a hoodie and wearing a shirt with barely any sleeves and short shorts to reveal all your skin, all your self harm, and all your wounds. It had only been a day of frustration, but it's felt like an eternity in hell and you needed to make it stop.

You walked into class being the first one there, as always. History was your favorite subject, but now it made you dread because of the one perfectionist who ruined your life on middle school. Thenredheaded flawless boy who used to have held your heart captive. The one who caused you to do this To your own body. Tsubaki. Luckily the next person was him and not the teacher. 

Tsubaki walked in the rooms and caught eyes on your pale white skin stained with brown and red bloody scars all over. Your legs, your arms, your chest, even on your forehead. You cut Andy hit yourself everywhere you could in middle school, self abusing yourself.

"(Your name)... what did you do?"

His voice was faint and frightful, you ahd a good fifteen minutes before class even began. Maybe you could get some common sense inside that thick skull of his.

"More like what did you do."

He took a step back and you took one forward, cornering him to where you were sitting yesterday whioemworkign on the project. 

"I woudl never do such a thing to you!"

You couldn't help but cackle in a monotone deep voice. You look at the cuts you mademoiselle just last night, you squeezed it and a to y bit of blood came out. It looked the same shade of red as his hair.

"Of course you wouldn't. But you would cause it."

He gulped and you saw it. Everyhting came pouring out and the teacher just so happened to walk on at this very moment, but he stood silent and still, watching thsinplay out and was awestruck at how many scars you could fit on one human body, without even revealing the whole thing.

"Middle school. Sixth grade."

You thought this would jog his memory, but his eyes searched yours for answers. Fine, if he wanted answers, you would give him answers. He pressed his tall self against the wall as much as possibly but your small figure was not going anywhere. 

"I was being petty used around and teased, as normal. I had no friends, nobody except for one person. One little boy who meant the entire world to me. The one boy who was all o bought and cared about. You want to guess who the boy was?"

He didn't answer, he just stared into your own eyes. He was so full of fear he couldn't speak. But you were so full of vengeance that you couldn't stop yourself from getting this all off of your chest.

"It. Was you. So when you started ignoring me, my heart already broke. I tried to talk to you. Oh how I had begged and pleased and needed to see you. But I never could catch you until one time. You told me straight to my face that you disliked me for my imperfection. I believe your exact words were 'you have too many Informalities, I would like it if you kept your distance. Forever.' And after your little confrontation, I was bullied more until no tomorrow and you did nothing! You let me become subjected to the horrible kids of middle school! You drove me into my own depression and anxiety I have today! You forced me to be alone and Tofind mynonly relief in cutting my own flesh and makign myself more miserable than I already was! It was all. Your. Fault!"

You screamed in his face then fell you your knees And turned around, sobbing into your almost bare arms. You hugged your knees and your salt your tears burned against the wounds and scars over your limbs and chest. It hurt, it always did. The teacher did nothing, just watching in utter shock along with the students who arrived jsut halfway through And awestruck at how much you kept in. Some of the kids there, like Niles, Saizo, And Beruka, We're then ones who tormented you way back then. But in reality it wasn't too far from now. Only about three or four years of mental trauma And heartache. You only had the rest of your life to go.