Mr. Hope; A Crack In the Glass (ON HIATUS)

Just let him be

꧁ 𝚃𝚆
𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙰𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕꧂
ᗩᔕ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ, I ᖇᗴᑕᑕOᗰᗴᑎᗪ ᗰᑌᔕIᑕ!
(𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖! 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖.)
𓆉 ... 𓆉

Nagito didn't come to school.
tick, tock
Concern overwhelmed me that morning.
Tick, tock
The thought wouldn't leave my head.
What happened to him?
Tick, Tock

I'm supposed to be an SHSL gangster, but now I feel like an SHSL pussy. I nervously tapped my hand against the desk, my eyes lingering towards the door.
"Master?" a whisper formed behind my head. It was Peko. "Are you alright? You've been staring at the door for 15 minutes, " she mumbled, lowering her eyebrows to a concerned expression.
"I'm okay, you don't need to worry Peko, " I smiled reassuringly. But hidden behind that smirk I wanted to scream out the worry behind my cold heart. Her expression didn't change as she leaned back in her seat.
"Okay then, but please do tell me if something is bothering you, "
I frowned.
'She can see right through my fucking thoughts.'
"You know I will take care of it." her sentence finished with a cold, hard stop.
I glanced over to the clock, and then back at Peko.

"Come with me." I murmured, grabbing Kazuichi with me by the hair. His screeches echoed throughout the classroom until we shut the door behind us. Out in the hallway, we received some glares from the other ultimates before all of them spewed into their classes.
"Man, why did you drag me out here, the class is about to start," he groaned with a toothy frown.
"Master, I do question your motive. Why are we here?"
Just as I was about to start my rant, we heard clicking wedges in the distance.
"Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, Peko? What are you doing outside of class?"
'Shit.'
Ms. Yukizome waltzed over tilting her head, placing both hands on her hips. Kazuichi heaved his hand to point at me. She then placed her glare towards my eyes.
"Explain young man," she spat.
I leaned against the wall gritting my teeth.
"You know Nagito, right?"
"Of course I do, he's my student-"
"He might be in serious danger."

———

Just my luck.
My luck got me here.
Sitting in the back of a dark van.
Tape around my lips,
Unable to speak or call for help.
Just there.
A waste of space.
A waste of existence.

'So why me?' I thought.
Caught up in a police chase, bounded by my limbs in the trunk of a criminal.
Wonderful.
Just
my
luck.
I'm starting to get annoyed. Very annoyed to the point I just want them to kill me already. I'm a waste of space and time. So why would they need me, for questioning? I don't know anything. Maybe they'll hit my head with a mallet until they crack my skull open and blood will ooze out of my lifeless body. Will they hang me and say it was a suicide.?
Am I evidence? Something that will be engulfed in flames, shoved in water, detached, thrown away even?
Maybe. It's just a thought, though I can remember the moment quickly.

I instantly fled the café after Kazuichi arrived. The sky was a vivid royal blue, fading into an elegant yellow. My hand hoisted up on its own, desperate to touch the painted sky.
Suddenly clenching my hand towards my waist, I trudged forward. A few minutes after forcing myself down the road, I heard engines and sirens blaring in the distance. I thought that it might've been on the other side of the road, but what came next proved otherwise. Multiple motorcycles sped down the road at rapid speeds, and one eventually hit me.
Lucky they say?
I remember my head ringing, the pain knocking me out for a good minute. Then the voices.
"Hands up, Crazy Diamonds!"
That's right. I remember the name.