haiku and hurt // Kai Hiwatari [tsundere] x Reader //

d e a t h

What the fu-?

My hands flew up to my mouth as my eyes threatened to burst. Seriously.

"Hey there. I didn't expect to see you here," he started coolly while he raked his velvety hair with slender fingers.

"Wh- what are you doing here?"

"Why, can't I be here?"

"You can, but- but... You're following me!"

He pushed his long legs against the wet grass.

"This is a public place, girl. Not that I'm not allowed anywhere else..."

I pretended not to hear him and tried to inconspicuously get up and walk away. Better safe than sorry.

What's wrong with this guy?

He got up with me and grabbed my wrist, cliché style.

His bony fingers felt frozen, and I was sure they would leave marks.

"What are you doing? Leave me alone!"

Freeing my wrists with a jerk, I smacked him.

His skin felt like fine porcelain, breakable and beautiful.

Who does he think he is?

My discomfort was at peak and I could feel beads of sweat tracing their way down my back.

It was as if my hand across his face was merely a summer breeze; he stood still.

A frown formed on his crooked lips as he slowly backed away.

Looking into his eyes was like looking out of a grave from inside; I was buried in the terror and despair and agony of his gaze.

"Okay, I'm going. Don't cry. No one even wants me," he whispered.

Had I been crying?

A drop from my eyes fell on the dirt, the stinging came a second later.

Again, like a ghost, he walked away into the darkness.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and sank to the ground.

Why did he say that no one wanted him anymore?

Wow, now I feel bad for hurting him.

It hurts me to think of all the people like me, who crave for nothing but some love. Just a small fragment to patch up our void hearts, to make us feel warm.

Is it so hard to love? Is it so much of a sacrifice, to love and be loved? Are people scared of the pain of being rejected; of having their feelings branded as unrequited?

Cowards.

I sat there on the moist ground for long, wondering and forgetting to open my eyes after blinking.

The wind shuddered my bones and whipped my hair across my face.

Maybe I was waiting for him to come back. Maybe not.

But there was definitely something about him, that made me feel that we were attached at a level unknown.

It was probably his feral innocence and just something intriguing about him on which I couldn't put a point on.

Or my pathetic mind doing tricks to itself.

Either ways, the sky began to darken even before sunrise.

More rain? Why don't we all just drown and die already.

Drowsily I got up and straightened my clothes. School wouldn't start for the next hour.

Why had I stayed?

God knows.

I trudged back to my flat only to find my sister sprawled near the staircase. She had thrown up a few feet away.

I ignored her and gingerly stepped over.

*time skip : at school*

Felt like God didn't want me happy those days; I found him glaring at me from a few feet away at the gates.

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