❝𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐒 .❞ - ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ᴏᴄ

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

again.

嫌い

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misaki's pov

it's quiet for a while. the only people talking are kuroo and my mom, but i'm blocking out their voice.  if there's something i really hate its when i'm deep in my thoughts and suddenly something from the real world just..makes me alert? or i get distracted, like a loud noise. i really hate that. i wish i would stay in my thoughts forever. well, not always.

 there's things i don't want to remember. i want it to get out of my head.

now i'm hearing someone call out my name. this is what i was talking about.

"hey misaki? misaki..? what do you think?" asked kuroo.

"huh?"

"i asked what do you think."

"what were you asking"

"of the small gathering, misaki." said kuroo.

"gathering?"

"yeah, your mom is inviting more people here."

more people? now that's just a fucking pain.

"that's great, i guess!" 

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time passed, although it was only 10 minutes, a couple of people came into my house . it wasn't that many, because my mom only had work friends and 2 sisters. i don't think my aunts like me very much, but my moms friends looked like they were happy to see me. maybe my mom talks about me at work.

kenma's been really quiet for a while. i wonder if he's ok.

"misaki! can we ask you a question?" said one of my moms friends. 

"um, yeah go ahead."

"we heard you went to america for a while, how was it? and how did it look?" the woman asked.

not this america shit again.

"it was fine."

"is that it? there has to be more to it!" 

shes persistent. i'd rather not.

"uhh well there was..a lot of places and..people."

"but can you describe it more properly?" she asked again.

"sorry, i have to excuse myself.." i said, and left the living room.

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i got to my room. i hadn't seen it in a while. it looks really clean, so i'm guessing my mom was working really hard while i was gone. 

i got on my bed, and silently cried for a while.

stop making me remember. i'm avoiding this for a reason.

stop. please..

stop hurting me..

did you even feel bad?

i didn't deserve it.

i didn't want this.

memories from america came flooding into my mind. i couldn't stop it. it was stressful.

i was panicking. i hated this. i hate this. 

and then i heard a knock on my door, following my moms voice.

"misaki, you there? all of us are about to eat now." she said.

"yeah, i'm just changing, i'll be right there." i responded.

"what the hell am i supposed to wear anyways.." i whispered to myself.

i picked out a random dress from my closet and left my room to meet everyone in the kitchen already eating.

my aunts were looking at me with a weird look. am i really that disgusting?

"hey misaki! come sit with us!" yelled kuroo.

the entire room stared at me as i was walking towards the chair next to kuroo and kenma.

this is unsettling..

"thank you for the food" 

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as time went by more and more people started leaving. once most people left, i started cleaning up the small mess people left because i had nothing to do. kenma and kuroo stayed here for some reason. they look a little off.

"thanks for helping out everyone! i'm a bit tired so i'm going to bed. you guys can talk for a while but just make sure you get home before it gets late," said my mom walking to her room, eventually being out of sight.

"hey. misaki. we need to talk." said kuroo out of nowhere.

"huh? why?" i asked.

now is not the time-

"misaki, are you actually fine," asked kenma.

i started laughing a little.

"why'd you ask? i'm as fine as always!"

that sounded a little forced.

"please just answer the question, misaki. we noticed you've been acting a little weird ever since you came back," said kenma.

"we won't force you, but we're worried," said kuroo.

my eyes started getting blurry.

not the tears again-

and eventually i started sobbing. not loud enough so my mom could hear, but it was pretty bad. i wanted to forget about all this. i wanted to avoid all this. i thought the issue was already solved a bit. i guess not mentally though.

sometimes i keep forgetting i have friends. its only two, but already more than enough. it's hard to believe that these two people actually care about me at least a little.

"okay then. i'll tell you everything."

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HI I FOUND OUT THAT IF I GO TO A GUEST ACCOUNT ON MY SCHOOL CHROMEBOOK IT DOESN'T RESTRICT WEBSITES SO AS YOU CAN SEE I'M VERY HAPPY

also i was rereading the story and i saw there was a couple of spelling mistakes I'M VERY SORRY FOR THAT 

off topic but do you guys like funee monkey? cause i don't. i hate funee monkey 😐‼️

OK BYE I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A NICE DAY <3