Bloom Into You [discontinued]

1//Megalomanic

Megalomaniac
(noun)
a person who is obsessed with their own power.
Trigger Warning: r/pe-s/lf h/rm

[edited :)]

It was over. The school day finally was over. The time you waited for was finally upon you like a sweet release, allowing you to be rid of the judgmental gazes and gossip of other teenagers who seemingly had nothing better to do than ponder over another's personal life and details. You approached the door to the classroom, planning to check out a few clubs before ultimately heading home to do your homework and sleep when a stern voice stopped you dead in your tracks. "Shimada-San!" You spun around to see who called for you, only to bear a disgusted expression to see that it was Miya Osamu. "Miya-San." Your tone was harsh and cold, making it obvious that you wanted nothing to do with him. "You should check out the girl's volleyball team! Your height would be a great advantage." You raised your eyebrow at his proposition, you were quite tall compared to other girls. Boasting a lanky 5'7" height, it was yet another thing others used to ridicule you. Maybe you could put the height you hated so much to use, plus hitting a ball with full force seemed like a good way to vent your frustration and anger. "I'll consider it." The brunette smirked slightly and walked past you and slid open the classroom door. "I can show you both the girl and boy teams, we're quite famous." With a simple nod, you followed the taller male towards the gymnasium where you were greeted with the sound of squeaking sneakers, yelling, and an intimidating slapping of balls.

" 'Samu! " Someone called out to Osamu; particularly loudly and obviously caught your attention. "'Tsumu. This is the girl I texted you about. A good fit ain't she?" Osamu pointed his thumb at you as you watched the person whom Osamu was speaking to approach you. You were dumbfounded for a second, thinking that Osamu had been cloned, but the clone had blonde hair and a different split in his hair. You quickly shook away the notion, coming to the more reasonable conclusion of them being twins. You didn't realize since you were so deep in thought, but this " 'Tsumu " was now barely inches away from your face, his hands feeling you H/C silky hair. Your heart began to race and your breathing became labored as the trauma flooded into your head, triggered by a man's touch. You quickly slapped his hand away and yelled as loud as you could without letting it be known that you were in the midst of an anxiety attack. "Don't touch me!" You gripped your bag's straps tightly and booked it straight out of the gym, your eyes flooding with bubbling tears.

After running for a few minutes, you found yourself in an area unbeknownst to you—well everything is unbeknownst to you because you just moved to the area. You wandered for a little while longer until you came across a park. Biting your bottom lip you walked toward it and softly placed yourself on the cold metal bench. Your balled up fists were shaking as the tears once again started pouring out. You couldn't stop it, your chest tightening and palpating as the memory of your rape flooded back to you due to the boy who touched your hair earlier. You couldn't forget the way your rapist used to stroke your hair after he completed the deed, whispering derogatory terms and threatening you. 

You pulled up your skirt and pulled down your thigh high socks, as required by your school uniform, and gazed upon the onslaught of cuts on your thighs. Some of them with homemade stitches because of their depth whilst others scabbed over didn't since you didn't cut that deep. Every time you didn't cut yourself to the point of needing stitches you thought nothing but disgusting thoughts; "Real cutters cut deep." "You're just doing it all for attention." 

Taking your backpack off of your back and setting it besides you on the bench, you reached into one of the pockets and took out your phone. You remove your case and the pieces of paper you kept inside it, finding the small razor blade you hid in there. Digging your teeth into your lower lip, you looked around yourself trying to spot anyone nearby–which you should have known there wouldn't be since it was now quite dark. You took the blade to your thigh, going over scars because you had cut so much on them that you no longer had empty space on them. Every time you looked at the scars you felt guilt and hatred, you despised the way they looked, but cutting wasn't something you could just quit. To you, it was like an addiction.

Withholding yourself from screaming and cursing out in pain, you continued to once again carve into your shameful body. The razor which you had cleaned the day prior was now stained with your blood. Wiping away the tears, you pulled out some tissue from your bag and placed some pressure on the new wounds to somewhat quell the bleeding. Doing such for a while, you placed all of your items back into your bag-all except your phone that is. You slung your backpack onto your back and typed in your new address onto Apple Maps, following the walking directions back 'home'.

You got a ping on your phone, something that didn't happen often. Miya Atsumu has sent you a friend request. Before you could take in what had just happened you got another notification stating you had a friend request, but this time it was from Miya Osamu. You blinked repeatedly and wondered how they found your Facebook, paying it no mind you continued on your route, plugging in your headphones to listen to your music.

Hello everyone :D I hope you all enjoyed this new chapter, it took me an hour or two to write but yeah lol- the first few chapters will be focused on you but later on I will begin incorporating Atsumu more and you get to do the kissy kissy with him lmao- n e waiz peace out

Edit: Thanks to my friend Lys who proof reads and edits these chapters you guys get a way more coherent reading experience! Check her out on ig @ crow.aep!