Colours || mashikyu

chapter 6

T/W: ⚠️ the following content relates to bullying, drugs, as well as mentions of rape. if you are uncomfortable with said topics, please skip this part ‼️

"leave me alone!" the boy wailed as he was thrashed towards the dirty, cold concrete floors of the empty gymnasium. the class was over, it had been over for over a half-hour, but there stood the three tall and well-built males towering over the boy.

"please! i didn't do anything i swear! i- ah!" the smaller male couldn't finish his pleading when he felt a sharp blow to his lower abdomen, resulting in excruciating pain. he gasps for air, holding his hands up to surrender as if he hadn't already done so for the past thirty minutes.

"you humiliated me! why didn't you fucking tell me she didn't like me back!" the taller boy spat in anger, all whilst repeatedly kicking the boy cowering beneath him.

the whole situation was stupid. during these past weeks, yoshida hyousuke, labeled as the 'ruthless bad boy'at school, came to mashiho with the intent of seeking advice on how to ask a girl out. of course, straight off the bat, mashiho knew she did not reciprocate his feelings as her aura showed more negative emotions towards him than positive, however when telling him, this struck anger within hyousuke, who did not believe the smaller despite knowing he could see her damn aura, acussing him with a dramatic, "you liar! i know you're only saying this because you like her and only want her for yourself!", to which mashiho rebutted with a dumbfounded look before replying with a, "yoshida-kun, i'm gay for fucks sake.", earning a scowl and middle finger thrown back in his direction.

from then on, the arrogant male would constantly come to mashiho with love advice for some reason. it was weird. it wasn't like mashiho had ever been in a relationship before so he had no idea what he was doing in that department either way. hyousuke would never take his advice to stop persuing the poor girl, who even physically shows no interest in him, however he still proceeded regardless of what he said.

now however, the poor boy is now getting "punished" for hyousuke's public rejection, despite mashiho telling him to not go through with it. he had bought flowers and prepared a speech for the girl, who in-turn, yelled profanities before running off.

this was the norm for mashiho, and this was honestly not the worst that he's experienced. he would always think back to the rouch punches and terrible aching pain the next day, his parents' worried expressions as he limped through the front door, and his precious younger cousin's face as he cried for him at night after a rough beat up.

the final straw for them before deciding to leave the country all together was when mashiho came home with his clothes ripped to shreds and barely hanging, vile hickeys littered all throughout his petit body, and multiple wounds from punches and syringe injections. the boy avoided talking about the topic all together in a means to not worry his loved ones, but cracked after seeing their concerned, distressed faces looking at him for answers. it turned out many older men and women learned of his special ability, and used him to persuade and blackmail others for debt money and highly illegal drugs. he had tried to escape many times, but received threats that they would find his family and kill them, which left him to keep his mouth shut for a few weeks before he couldn't handle it anymore, and tried to leave for good. they did not like that however, which resulted in two bulky, tattooed men forcefully pinning mashiho to the wall before having their way with him, disgustingly moaning out in excitement as they locked eyes with the youngers, bright purple, trembling pupils.

"ah!" the japanese yelled, eyes flashing purple as he rose from his bed in a cold sweat. the boy was covered in sweat as he struggled to settle his breathing. it was all a dream. the gruesome images of his past flashing through his mind as he felt warm, salty tears trickle down his cheeks.