Locker notes? Only those with half a brain could possibly ever use that overrated cliché.
However, Hinata squeals with delight after a few flutter out of her locker. I guess there were more knuckleheads in this school than I thought. The overall concept of a mysterious lover just seemed incredibly creepy to me. If you like someone, be straightforward and tell them, it's not that hard. But seeing the utter look of delight on his face erased any intentions I had of voicing this.
"From my heart to yours. I hope you accept my gift. Yours truly, Anonymous. Ahh! Isn't that just soooo romantic Kenma?" He sighs. Fighting back the urge to barf, I just nod, fearing those pringles I snuck in last period would make a comeback. Pretending to love this stuff is difficult.
"OH! Your boyfriend is here!" He squeals again. Ugh. Speaking of love...
Kuroo Tetsuro, king of the school, had the dutiful honor of being crowned my boyfriend. His personal harem guys and girls alike swarming him at his beck and call, shooting crude looks my way and clinging to him as if it boosted their chances of stealing him away. I don't mind, however, since I'm 172% sure he keeps me around only as a trophy to showcase. I could only imagine what he boasts to his friends about (probably something along the lines of "easy and dumb" I presume). Overall, he's just kind of a douche, but of course, he's just another brick in the wall I've been able to carefully construct that kept me and the outside world on opposite sides.
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When I was about seven years old, I started to feel this strange thumping in my skull. The pounding always followed with this voice, endlessly screaming at me. It went on for about a week, and every night I would cry myself to sleep, so scared of what lurked inside. It eventually stopped, but always came back near my birthday, never ceasing its attack in my head.
As of current, societies standards of human beings is so much higher than the 21st century. In this new era, everyone is expected to be perfect, off-the-conveyor models of an ideal citizen. Having mental illness is out of the question if you didn't want to be ostracized.
Because of my fear of being outcasted, I decided to become the poster child. Good grades, kind, perfect in every single way, so that no one would know and hurt me like my mind hurts itself.
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"Hey Kuroo~, let's get our injections together! It's the only chance we can see you shirtless all year~" One of the harem dwellers purred fluttering her noticeably fake lashes. BARF. All of the members agreed profusely having a ripple of agreement stream through the group.
"Now, now everyone, there is enough of my abs to go around." He winked. The harem's squeals were so incredibly obnoxious to the point I honestly thought I was at a pig farm. Tasting pringles in the back of my throat again, I know it's absolute that those snacks are coming back.
It's now that he realizes I'm at the locker next to him, turning a sickly shade of green, whether it be from the stench of perfume, or from the needy whimpers of the girls and guys swarming around him.
"Hey baby. Wanna go get the shot with us?" He coos. The harem shouts in disapproval, whining as if they were back in elementary. I think, for once, I could help them out.
"Ah, mine is scheduled for tomorrow. You guys have fun and tell me if you, well, morph." I smile, hopeful the hoe-like energy would dissipate faster.
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"The shot" is a serum that tests our bodies at the age of 18. Ever since the war between demons and humans erupted, scientists have formulated a shot to in order to aid humans. Demon's blood is injected into subjects 18 years of age, and reacts in one of three ways: trigger a person's inner demon, awaken the danger instinct of their inner angel, or just form a lesion on the area the blood was injected. No demon, no angel, just human. That was what mainly happened anyways.
Demons are exterminated on the spot, whilst angels are sent above to aid the power struggle between the damned demons below. Approximately 5 out of a million people turn yearly, and when they do, there is a chance the transformation is incomplete, in which case they die a painful death. Scientists pour hours of research into finding a way to transform more humans every year, and to decrease the demon rate.
Everyone believes Kuroo will become an angel, but we will never know until it happens. He could even be a demon for all I know. I scoff at the irony. A demon would suit him to a tee.
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Luckily, he struts off to the lab, with his harem on his tail. I internalize a massive eye roll and proceed to take the rest of my belongings and head to the gate at the entrance, fleeing to the safety to my house. "Badge please." The automated voice at the gate speaks. I hold up my badge, then get situated for an eye scan.
"Student Kozume, permitted to pass. Please board the capsule." The voice speaks again. The gate swings open, and my capsule speeds past the others to the left of my gate, settling it in front of me. Opening the door and I step in, buckling myself securely.
"Take off in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." I say. The capsule activates and falls into the transport tube, and sends my capsule back home.
The first thing you would see when you fall into the tube is black nothing, then you see everything. If you looked back, you would see the massive floating island where the academy is, shrouded by blue skies and fluffy clouds. It looks like a dream. When looking forward, you see that you're zooming to the ground.
Fortunately for me, the tube leads me right into my room. Others may attach to a bus stop, a family business, or anywhere your guardians want. On the day my parents were supposed to choose, an emergency popped up and they had an impromptu trip to America, so I chose on my own. "An emergency with the virus" my ass. But don't get me wrong here. I LOVE my parents. Everything I do is for them. But when your daughter needs you to be there for an important event, you don't just skidaddle away to another country. Not to mention a country halfway around the Earth. That's just mean.
They should be home to have dinner with the neighbors... right? I think. I land into my room and change from the school uniform into a casual pair of jeans and a white tee. After I'm done, I open the door and head to the kitchen.
"Hey mom and dad, I'm ho-"
My breath hitches, as my mouth goes dry. Tears sting at the corners of my eye as I try not to faint. I don't see my dad with his newspaper at the coffee table, bantering with my mom on what to make for lunch tomorrow. She always said egg omelette and fish while my dad always wanted fried rice.
What I do see is blood pooling all over the oak floor, beginning to stain my brain and heart with it's viscous darkness, and my parents; father with a bullet through his head and mother missing a heart, ripped right out of her chest.
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so I wrote this like a year back and I kinda wanna continue bcs I like the concept, but I'm wayyyy too lazy to rewrite everything so have the nasty first couple chapters ;D
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FanfictionPerfect. That is the one word you would use to describe Kenma. Lovely face, talented in everything, and a popular boyfriend. Admittedly very rare things to have in the midst of an apocalyptic war. But to him, all of it is an act to protect himself f...
