Leon Kuwata x Fem!Depressed!Crossdressed!Reader
The truth behind the lies
To those who might like to read sad stories, try reading this and tell me what you think afterwards.
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That is what I used to write the story.
Warning: does contain parts of self-harm but not as major as cutting.
Overall enjoy!
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The trial began.
Not knowing what time it was at the moment, but guessing, it started around the morning.
The death; a murder of Maziono Sayaka.
No one knew what to commence about this, but only the killer was the one to give away any slightest unusual detail, yet, kept themselves in the shadows to coexist.
Everyone took in every single detail. Kirigiri: thinking silently in her mind.
Makoto: shocked, yet justifying his righteousness that the blame was to not be settled onto him, yet everyone believe to differ.
Togami: finding his reasons of redeeming his heir line, but to take notice of how the murder took place ever so slightly.
And you: (Y/N) (S/N) or (M/N) (S/N), the ultimate choreographer; mostly the best between breakdancing and ballet, had nothing better than search with a vacant mindset with nothing set in its place. You couldn't care if you were going to be trapped in this place or not. You gave up as soon as you got here. Stepping inside the gates and bright black outs; just like you'd mostly do. Just no emotions set in place can describe how you are coping right now.
You pretended to check your bed like you'd usually do; there was no clear evidence.
Standing in front of a long mirror diagonal towards you bed, zipping down and slipping off your pure black tracker jacket that had a bright, white stripe on outside sleeve and that immediately matched with your, quite baggy, tracker pants that, too, have a white stripe on the outside. You body was quote pale underneath, but your short, yet shaggy, (H/C) that had manly bangs in front of your ear made it see as though you were full of life; but that was mentally seen opposite.
Only a white tank top was seen underneath, your body seemed to look normal: good muscle shape upon your biceps but less noticeable unlike Mondo's.
You gently shifted your tank top upwards: your stomach, overspread with nothing bruised and burns. To what you recalled, you remembered you used to smoke just to rid those unwanted voices in your head and took it to the next level by giving youself the same treatment, but had to stop because of the prohibit of smoking in the academy, and the annoyance of Taka's monitor lectures. Colours forming or had been formed: Purple, Green and blue at most. Minor were only protected by a strap or two of bandage that covered your breasts.
You couldn't cry as a response, rather a horrid sigh like it was punching through your teeth to be freed.
All that with your eyes closed. As you did, all those heavy lies came back, melancholy and quite painfully.
'Why are you here?'
'Why are you alive?
'You should've died instead of her, no one would care about you.'
'Just go and die.'
'Everyone would be happier without you here.'
More stress came on top, but you passed its reason, at that moment the announcement went on.
"Alright students your principal is bored out of his mind...Take the elevater down to the last floor for the beginning of the class trials!"
That being announced, you quickly pulled your shirt down, zipped you tracker jacket back on, with the collar just covering you lips and under your nose as your everyday thing now, placed your hands in your jacket pockets and made your way to the elevator.
YOU ARE READING
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FanfictionI want to change the story of just my Hetalia and start on some I recently watched/ haven't got the chance to write. I won't be doing this much but I think when I do they'll be in proper detail when I have the chance to look over.
