Waking up (Male Rivals X Ayano)

Chapter 1: A Splash Of Color

Disclaimers/(a/n): I just own the plot and any ocs if I decide to make any. All rights go to YandereDev and the creators; I apologize ahead of time for my shitty grammar, spelling, and writing. Characters may end up out of character cause well I suck. This story will contain blood, gore, murder, possibly mature themes, and lots swearing cause well that's just me. Lastly I apologize if the chapters are long and inconsistent. Now on with the terrible story.

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I was so fucking close, he was right there about to give his answer, and that FUCKING BITCH had to ruin everything. I feel my eyes grow heavy as my vision begins to blur; my hands reach up to grab at the object lodged into my chest and soon I begin to slip into the darkness. Taking a breath before letting the darkness take over completely no point in fighting it now, but I'm getting ahead of myself lets take this from the beginning about 11 weeks ago to be exact.

11 weeks ago

<Week 1 Monday>

Ayano's Pov

Today was my first day of my second year at Akademi High School as I entered the school gates I made a beeline to my locker avoiding my classmates; once there I changed my outdoor shoes for my indoor ones.  After I aimlessly walked around the school trying to get some piece of mind as thoughts like 'why were my parents in such a hurry this morning?' 'How much longer?' 'When will my life change?' ran rampaged in my head.

As I rounded a corner I ran into a student causing me to fall on my ass. My eyes drifted from the ground to the student judging by their pants I could tell it was a male student; I couldn't see his face because he has his hand  stretched outward offering to help me up I looked at it skeptically before gabbing it. Almost as soon as I touched his hand I began to feel what I believe to be an emotion.

Maybe it was happiness, joy, or love? I don't know, but in that moment I felt complete like he was my reason to live, that I was made just for him. He pull me up with ease I could faintly hear him speak, but I couldn't focus on his words all I could think about was how perfectly my hand fit into his like a matching puzzle piece.

It was as if my world was in black & white and now I could finally see the color, a reason to keep going. My childhood was full of doctor visits, hospitals, and bullying. I never had many friends and if I did they would almost always end up leaving; saying that they were only friends with me because they pitted the emotionless girl which was fine because I didn't feel the pain.

In middle school for the sake of my father who wanted more than anything to see his little girl be happy I began acting as such not just around my father, but when I was around anyone and when I was alone I was back to my emotionless self. I think he knew it was all an act, but never said or did anything; after that the bullying seemed to calm down it didn't stop, but it wasn't as intense and I made some 'friends' if you could call them that anything to appear normal.

My mother told me that she was just like me and that things would change when I met the one; the person who would make me feel complete like my father did for her. So, I kept going waiting and waiting for this fateful day when I would finally met the one and my whole act would be no more and I would actually be happy.

Once I was stable on my feet I reluctantly let go of his hand I had to tilt my head upward to get a good look at him. He was quite handsome with his shaggy black hair and those charcoal grey eyes that I could just get lost in. 'who is he?' 'Is he an upperclassman, my Senpai?' I was so lost in thought that I didn't see him leave; after coming back to my senses I heard voices around the corner something urged me to go check it out and as I did I saw him again, but he wasn't alone.