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-Mentions of self harm/mentions of eating disorder-

(Kenma's POV)

Day two in Tokyo started for me at 12 pm when my mother woke me up from my slumber. I was groggy from having stayed up till 6 am to beat a new game. That didn't stop her from yanking me out of bed though.

"Kuroo is here to play." She said as she pulled me from my bed. I shooed her out the room so that I could get dressed. I kept a straight face but on the inside I was happy, Kuroo came back. He actually wanted to talk to me again. I know he said he wanted to be friends yesterday but I really didn't expect him to actually go through with it. I was already wearing a hoodie so I just changed my pants into shorts. I then brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a bun before grabbing my shoes to leave. "No breakfast?" My mother asks as she resumes whatever she was watching on tv. I shocked my head no and headed out the door. Sure enough there was Kuroo sitting in my front yard with a volleyball in hand. I should have expected that.

"Kenma!" He stood up and ran over to me. "Wanna play volleyball again?" He seemed excited for me to play. Honestly, I didn't hate volleyball but I'd much rather play video games inside. But it made Kuroo happy for me to play so I would play for him. I nodded my head in agreement and he seemed to beam at the idea of playing volleyball with me again. It made me a little happy to see him so excited. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the park. I flinched at his action, not used to being touched, when he noticed this he dropped my arm immediately. "Sorry!"

"It's fine it just surprised me." I looked straight ahead as we walked to the park.

I set for Kuroo for what felt like forever. I was getting tired but he insisted on a few more and I couldn't really argue with him. I mean I could but I can still barely speak a full sentence to him. As I set the last ball my sleeve fell further down than they had on any previous set, they rolled up at my elbows. I immediately pulled them back down but I couldn't tell if Kuroo had seen or not. It wasn't something I was proud of, I wasn't proud of the cuts on my arms at all. It was something I had down at my last school. 

I spent two out of three of my years at Kurume Middle School and things were rough there. The kids didn't like me, they thought I was weird and I didn't fit in. In fact it was the direct opposite. I was ostracized. I was lucky if I came home with something as simple as a black eye. That's around the time I began to cut and stop eating as well. The two seemed to go hand in hand. The cuts helped me feel like I was alive since my brain couldn't seem to remember. I was disgusted with myself and wanted to become as small as possible hoping to disappear or become invisible. I want to live my life invisible. Or at least I did. Now I think I want to be invisible to everyone but Kuroo. If only Kuroo could see me... I think I'd be fine with that.

"Do you want to take a break?" Kuroo walked over to me and handed me a bottle of water. I was getting really hot and my mind was spinning after reliving the past. I nodded yes and went to sit on a bench in the shade. Kuroo followed me over and sat next to me. Usually something like this, sitting next to someone even in the slightest, would scare me but even though it's only been two days Kuroo doesn't scare me. I enjoyed his company even if I would never admit to that. I've never had a friend before so I'm not sure how things are supposed to be but being with Kuroo makes me smile and even if I don't love volleyball like he does if I can play with Kuroo I think I can handle it.

"Kuroo." He looked over at me and I looked at him. For the first time in a while I made eye contact with him as I spoke. "I think I'll join the volleyball club." His grin stretched across his face. He was happy because I was joining the volleyball club. Was he happy that another person was joining or was he happy that I was joining? It's hard to tell. Could he really be happy to spend so much time with me? He must have other friends, I mean he is super friendly. So why spend all this time with someone as small and insignificant as me?

"Kenma! That's great, I'm so excited! You're gonna love it! We'll get to practice everyday now! Twice even because we have morning and afternoon practice!" Yeah Kuroo was happy to practice with me. Is he happy to practice with me because I can set the ball up for him? I don't really understand Kuroo but if there's any possibility he likes to play volleyball with me I'll take it.

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This morning I woke up at 1 pm. No surprise wake up from my mom this time which was good but that also meant that Kuroo hadn't stopped by to play volleyball. Was he tired of me already? Was two days with me too much to handle? Whatever, there isn't much I could do about it. Plus a day to relax and play video games wasn't that bad, I didn't enjoy getting sweaty so this was better in the end. There was one major benefit to waking up this late, no smell of breakfast. Also waking up at 1 in the afternoon usually meant I could make it till about 4 or 5 before my stomach began to hurt. I didn't bother getting up and simply sat in my bed playing games on my psp. However, after only 30 minutes of blissful solitude my mom came into my room and ruined it.

"Kenma do you think you could get me some cooking oil from the store down the street. I plan on making lunch shortly." I sighed pausing my game and getting out of bed. "Thank you dear." She said before closing my door and leaving me once more to my solitude. Unfortunately for me it wasn't as blissful as before. I changed into my usual outfit of shorts and a hoodie, after completing my normal morning routine (I suppose it's more of an afternoon routine at this point) I began my journey to the store.

The store was easy to find and I managed to get the bottle of cooking oil while only having one anxiety attack. (The cash register is always the scariest part) However, looking back at it I wish I was back at the cash register, which doesn't seem as scary now, instead of face to face with three large kids. They looked to be about third years at the high school if they are close to the store they probably go to Nekoma, the school I will be attending.

"Sorry kid there's a fee to pass this street." One of the kids bickered at me as he held out his hand waiting for me to place money in it. Unfortunately for them, and me, I had brought exact change for the cooking oil and had no money on me. The easy thing to do would be to explain this to them but at this point I was shaking so much I couldn't move let alone speak. My back was against a wall and the three boys surrounded me.

"What's this?" Another one of the boys asked as he stared me down. His gaze felt like knives being stabbed into me. "He's shaking." They laughed.

"He's like a scared cat!" They laughed again and again and again. Their laughs made my ears ring. "What's in the bag." I'm sure he said it loudly but the ringing made it hard for me to hear what he said. Before I knew it the bag was ripped from my hand and its contents were removed. They studied it and passed it around.

"Cooking oil? Now what would you want that for." His comment felt stupid to me. Cooking obviously. I was too scared to make my smart comment even though I wish I could. My ears popped at the sound of the bottle being smashed against the wall. The only thing remaining was the top which was now jagged and sharp. The boy smiled and turned it to face me. "Hand over the fee and you can leave. Now one's gotta get hurt here." He poked my chest with the bottle. It hurt. The ringing increased and so did my heart beat which I could now also hear pounding inside my head. I began to breathe heavily.

 The boys laughed and laughed and laughed, even when they stopped laughing I could only hear their laughter playing on repeat in my head. Over and over and over again. Their laughter merged with the laughter of the other kids from all the other schools who taunted and tormented me throughout the years. In this moment I could hear everyone laughing, they were all laughing at me. My ears rang with their laughter, my heart pounded in my chest, my body shook violently. I felt the broken bottle digging deeper into my chest. My body began to go numb. Would the bottle break my skin, I wonder? My mind began to empty, the only thing playing were the evil laughs that plagued me my whole life. Suddenly I couldn't breath. Something so simple even a baby could do, and here I was struggling. Pathetic. I can't even breath. The faces of the boys staring at me began to get blotchy. Black spots began to appear. What was this? They gradually took over more and more until all I could see was the black spots. Oh. I can't see anymore.
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I have a lot of parts already written that I'm lowkey excited to put out so I might upload twice a day sometimes. I literally have 8 chapter done just sitting in the drafts.

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