(Okie dokie uhm first of all, just a few things😙✨
Bold= Note from me, the author😌✌️
Italics= Inner thoughts)
⚠️TW ABUSE & SWEARING⚠️
POV: Mikan
It was quite early, 5:47AM to be exact. First day of school. Mikan sighed as she slowly got out of bed. She silently prayed her father wasn't home. As she stepped closer to the door, her fear started to grow stronger and stronger. Mikan would unlock and slowly open her door, just a crack. Then, she heard it. Her fathers, loud, obnoxious, snoring. Well, this is just peachy, Mikan thought. He's probably hungover. It'll be fine, maybe I'll be able to leave without waking him up, she reassured herself. She closed the door again and quickly got changed into her everyday outfit. Once she was done, she quietly ran to the bathroom, which was across the hallway. While doing that, she looked down the stairs, and there he was. Her father. Laying down on the couch, with about 4 bottles of liquor on the floor. This confirmed her suspicions, so he was hungover. She closed the bathroom door and sighed, and slowly started to unravel her bandages. Mikan stared at her arms and legs, covered in scars, each one caused by bullies, or her father. The most recent one was on her lower arm. Her father threw a glass bottle at her, and one of the glass shards, a big piece, ended up in her arm. It still hurt when it was applied pressure, but that was to be expected. She got new bandages out of the bathroom vanity, and carefully wrapped it around her arms, legs, wrists. Turns out, she has a LOT of scars to cover up. Some she didn't even remember who they were from. She looked at herself in the mirror. I'm.. Im so ugly.. Mikan thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all chopped up and spread out in many directions, practically every limb was bandaged up, and her outfit was just horrible, utterly horrible. She quickly left the bathroom and began to walk down the stairs. She was somewhat running down the stairs, trying to leave the house, and avoid her father, as fast as possible. I'll just eat something at school, she thought. She walked down the stairs so quickly that she missed a step and fell down a few stairs. To top it all off, she landed into one of her "compromising positions™" with a loud thud. So much for trying to be quiet. She could already sense her fathers loud, footsteps coming her way.
"Get up, slut" He said, glaring at her menacingly.
"I-I'm trying" Mikan muttered. She was absolutely petrified. She struggled to stand up to her feet.
"Oh my god, could you be any slower!?" Her father screamed as he pushed her down to the floor, and began to kick her repeatedly. Mikan pleaded for him to stop, but nonetheless, he continued to beat her for about 15 minutes.
"Alright, I'm ready to hit the hay, so go get your ass to school" He said, walking away and taking out a liquor bottle out of a big, glass pantry.
"B-b-but-" Mikan started, slowly getting up from the floor, wiping her tears away.
"Holy crap, your like a broken music record, JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!" He screamed, glaring at her while preparing some kind of alcoholic drink.
"I-it's n-nothing.." She stammered. In reality, she wondered how she was gonna get to school, it was a few blocks away, but Mikan was already pretty hurt, she was probably gonna be limping to school, but she'd rather limp to school then ask her father for some money to go on a bus. She worked a part-time job at some small clinic, but she had to give all money to her father. According to him, he wanted to make sure she didn't "use that money to buy men into sleeping with her". She quickly grabbed her bag and got out of the house as quickly as she could. Mikan let out the tears she had been holding in. She struggled to walk, a piercing pain in her left leg with every step. Its probably just a bruise, She thought as she made her way to school. Hopes Peak Academy, home to many ultimates, including her. This was her second year, and yet she had no friends.. Well, except for Nanami. Chiaki Nanami was the ultimate gamer. A gentle soul, who couldn't like her? Nanami often saved her from the bullies. She really appreciated her. If it weren't for her, Mikan probably would've had ten times more bruises then she already had. She sped up a little, ignoring the piercing pain in her leg. Before she knew it, she was at her school campus. She walked around for a bit, and sat down on a small, worn down, bench, and gave her leg a rest. She gave a long sigh, staring at the ground. My gosh, my leg hurts so much.. I should probably run over to the office, and just take a painkiller or something,She thought. Mikan ran the nurses office by herself for the most part, except for a few adults who occasionally went in and "helped".. well, if you consider putting an ice pack on everything as help. Tsumiki closed her eyes and just tried to imagine the pain just fading away. Right when she felt it started to fade away, she was brought back to reality by a certain small, yet harsh, little girl.
"HEY DUMMY, ARE YOU DEAD? HUH? ARE YOU?" Hiyoko said, practically screaming into her ear.
"G-Gah!" Mikan squealed.
"Awh, your not dead.. what a shame" Hiyoko slightly pouted. Mikan tensed up, trying to avoid eye contact with Hiyoko.
"Hey! You wanna know what's good about you being alive?" Hiyoko said, out of the blue, a big smile on her face.
"Wh-what?" She stuttered, surprised that Hiyoko was smiling at her. Should I be worried or happy?, She wondered.
"I get to kill you myself!" Hiyoko laughed, flicking her forehead with her finger.
"P-please do-don't kill m-me!" Mikan cried, gently pushing her and trying to run away.
"Hehe, so long, pig barf" Hiyoko laughed silently under her breath. She then looked behind her back and saw Mahiru, and immediately ran towards her and gave her a hug. Meanwhile, Mikan speed walked through the halls, she was gonna be late to class, and thanks to Hiyoko, and having to run away from her, she needed to go the long way. She checked her phone, it read 7:46AM. Class starts at 8:00. Just at that moment, she got a message from Chiaki.
Ult. Gaymer✨💕🕹: Hey, Mikan, it's Chiaki, We're in the same homeroom this year! Talk about good luck, heh? Anyway, are you okay? Class starts in a few minutes, and you wouldn't wanna be late. Oh, also, turns out your sitting next to a new student! I don't know their name yet, but they are the "Ultimate Musician" or something along those lines.
Oh god, I'll have to see how this turns out, Mikan thought, as she read through the message Chiaki sent her. Well, it's better than sitting next to Hiyoko, or some other bully, she comforted herself. Just as she was about to write a reply. Alright, I'll just thank her for reminding me and I'll- her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into someone and fell right on top of them.
"A-Ah! I'm s-so sorry!" Mikan quickly apologized, expecting a rude remark, or even worse, a punch.
"No need to apologize! It was Ibuki's fault anyway" The girl said, getting up after Mikan got off her and held a hand.
"Come on, let Ibuki help you up!" She said, smiling. Mikan was hesitant, what if she was just like the rest, and would just laugh at her. Mikan tried to ignore the fear growing inside her. She hesitantly reached out for her hand, and the girl pulled her up.
"Are you okay?" The girl said.
"Y-yeah.. I-I'm okay.. But I'm sorry f-for making you fall o-over!" Mikan replied. Get ready Mikan, she could hit you any second now, Mikan thought.
"Don't worry bout' it! I'm Ibuki, Ibuki Mioda! What about you?" She asked, giving her a big smile.
"I'm M-Mikan Tsumiki" She stammered, getting nervous.
"What a pretty name, Tsumiki!" Ibuki said, the smile never wiping off her face.
"Uhm, listen, Ibuki has a question. See, she is new here in this school, she decided to transfer! So, do you know where class... B-54 is?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, just a bit.
"Ah, Y-yes! That's a-actually my class as we-well!" Mikan said, kind of relieved she wasn't gonna be bullied.
"Really? That's great! Ibuki is very pleased to hear that!" Ibuki squealed. Mikan couldn't help but notice how she felt so.. safe... and happy around Ibuki, she just had such a positive vibe around her.
"So, could you lead Ibuki there?" She questioned, her energetic gaze resting on Mikan. Mikan could feel her cheeks heat up.
"O-oh, uhm.. y-yeah.." Mikan stammered, avoiding eye contact.
"Thanks, Tsumiki! Ibuki really appreciates it! Although, we will probably be a little late" she said, showing Mikan the time on her phone. It was 7:58AM.
"It's.. it's o-okay.. I don't think the teacher will mind.." Mikan reassured her.
"Okie dokie! If Tsumiki says it'll be okay, then it will!" Ibuki cheered, and Mikan started to head down a long hallway. Ibuki paused for a bit, and then ran to catch up with Mikan.
Yay, you made it this far, good job! Uhm, sorry for it being such a long chapter. What did you think? Did you like it? Uhh note to future me, please don't do this during online class😳😳. I actually might update this sooner then I thought, depends on if I do my homework on time, soo uhh yeah. ✨😌✌️
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Fanfiction⚠️‼️TW: AB⛎SE, SWEARING, MANIPULATION‼️⚠️ ~~~~~ Lonely. That was one way to describe Mikan. The only time people ever looked out for her was when they wanted something from her. That was until, an energetic girl by the name of Ibuki Mioda happened...
