𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 r.h x reader

Agony.

⚠️Suicide and self harm is mention in this⚠️

Y/n always felt neglected, her/his parents were always at work struggling to pay for bills. Even if they were at home they would never talk to y/n. She/he was always known as the weird kid from pre k from middle. Getting pushed around started to feel common to y/n. Even once Flowers placed on her/his desk. (Basically means someone wants you dead)

Y/n started hating herself/himself.

Hiding in her/his room when ever her/his parents fought. Poking her/his hand with a needle she used to hang up a poster, soon enough finding a razor from the kitchen counter hiding it in her/his room. No matter what the self warm wouldn't stop. Some how, y/n was accepted into hopes peak as the y/t.
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Y/n woke up with an headache, she/he rubbed the side of her/his head. Y/n turned to look at the window to see the f/c curtains barely letting any sunlight come in. Y/n kicked of the blanket off of her/his body, it landing on the floor. Y/n slowly got up walking on the cold floor to find the bathroom with half opened eyes and very little motivation. Y/n pushed open the door carelessly walking in to the bathroom. She/he turned on the sink, lazily moving her/his hands towards the running water in the sink for the water to hit her/his hands. Y/n threw the water on her/his face to at least wake up a little. After y/n reached over to his/her f/c tooth brush and toothpaste in an other hand.

When y/n was done with that, she/he walked out over to their drawer. Y/n didn't seem to care about what to wear as long as it covers her/his body. Y/n picked up her/his bag from the handle with the tip of her/his fingers. Slipping on some shoes, y/n left her/his dorm.

Y/n wasn't that late, everyone was already walking their ways to their lockers chatting doing their thing..being happy. Y/n got irritated with all the noise, opening her/his locker to find her/his f/c headphones. Y/n place the headphones over her/his head plugging them in, she/he looked for a good song to play while walking down the hall. Everyone's voice was at least muffled.

Y/n held onto his/her bag filled with stuff, she/he walked down the hall way ever so carelessly. Everyone was transparent to y/n's mind. Even if she/he could hear the muffled voices mocking her/him.

"Oh look it's miss/mr emo!" Someone giggled out. Y/n bumped into a much taller person "watch where your fucking going!" Muffled out. Y/n just looked down all the way to class.

Y/n arrived to class, she/he unplugged the headphones n turned off her/his phone placing them in her/his bag. Y/n walked over to the wooden desk. Her/his gripped on the wooden chair pulling it out.

A couple of her/his classmates looked at y/n with a concerned look, they never bothered cause she/he wanted space. So it was like y/n got her/his own space bubble, trying her/his best to avoid everyone so it won't pop.

Y/n's homeroom teacher was actually nice enough to let her students help each other out with assignments. Ryoma was silently staring at his paper no emotion in his eyes. The teacher noticed this cheerfully walking up to y/n, she crouched down and patted y/n's shoulder. "Y/n dear, why not help out your little pal over there?" She spoke out while everyone was talking over her. Y/n let out a soft sigh however agreed to the suggestion.

'He'll think your I'm a freak.'
'But I can't blame him.'

Y/n tapped ryoma on the shoulder, he bolted making y/n even more negative about what he will say. "Oh what's wrong?" Ryoma asked. "Do you need help." Y/n asked. Ryoma shook his head. Y/n just simply walked away going back to her/his seat.

'Dammit this is so dumb.'
'Why even bother to listen to the fucking teacher'

Y/n tugged on her/his h/l h/c hair in slight frustration. The class went normal, everyone was able to turn in their assignments on time. Lunch time has arrived by then.