My sweet idol~

It was a dream?

(One-shot)(this story is nothing like the actual show, I just wanted to write this in my own style. I should be doing an essay that was due 12 hours ago but whatever)

Hey, my name is Yashiro Nene and I'm a first year at
Kamome Gakuen high school. Growing up My father touched me, and my mother hit me. Now I know I should have, but I could never bring myself to tell anyone what was being done to me, but my older brother was visiting one day and saw my father... you know. After that my brother took me to live with him, I've been with my brother for 1 1/2 years now. But anyways, let's get to the story.

Nene's POV

I was going to go to school today, even though I can't stand it there. But as I was getting dressed my brother came into my room and told me that both my parents were murdered last night, he then started to yell and question me about where I was last night and what I was doing. I'm pretty sure he thinks I killed them because I've always been a little messed up. When I say messed up, I mean that I've self harmed and I used to get into a bunch of fights back in middle school which resulted in me having to deal with the police more then once. My brother thinks that I'll be placed in foster care if anyone finds out that I harm myself while under his care so he hasn't done anything to stop me, besides taking away all sharp objects that are in my reach. Even though I keep denying that I had anything to do with our parents deaths, he really won't leave me alone about it. Luckily for me, my brother had to leave for a business trip this morning so I won't have to deal with him and his suspicions for a few months.

"Now that yakamochi left, I'll just change and take a nap." I said to no one in particular

I went to my room and changed out of my school uniform and into a baggy t-shirt that went down to my thighs so my shirt was long enough that you wouldn't know I didn't have any pants on unless I raised my arms. Since mochi, aka my brother left earlier and I don't really have a lot of friends, I wasn't worried about anyone coming over to see me or my attire. Just as I was about to climb into my bed, I heard a knock on my front door. I shighed and walked to my front door, I made sure my shirt was pulled down then opened it. I couldn't believe who was standing there in front of me.

"A-Amane?" I stuttered not believing my own eyes.

"Hey Yashiro" he said with such a pure smile.

I didn't know what to say, Amane was standing right in front of me, the boy I've been in love with since we were kids. My brain went blank as I looked at him, and without a second thought I jumped on him, hugging him as tight as I could. I haven't seen Amane in over a year. His parents sent him to a boarding school with his twin brother for no apparent reason. After we hugged for a minute he set me back down. As soon as he did his face turned red, I didn't know why so I just looked at him in confusion waiting for him to tell me what was bothering him. After a second he finally spoke up.

"Um Y-Yashiro" is all he said as he pointed to me

I looked down my self since I had no clue why he was such a blushing mess. It was right then that I realized, when I jumped on Amane my shirt had got bunched up. I quickly pulled down my shirt and pulled Him inside in hope of the fact that no one else had seen and thought I was doing something sexual.

"Stay here while I go put shorts on."

Amane nodded in response and sat down on the couch to wait for me. I quickly found a pair of high waisted shorts and put them on. I made sure that I wasn't wearing anything that would make Amane disgusted. I thought I looked fine and was about to walk out of my room but while I was looking at myself in the mirror I looked at my arms and saw the scars and cuts I have. Some were recent cuts, some were scars from when I was a child, but one thing was for sure. Amane would be absolutely lived if he knew what I do to myself. So I made sure to change into a long sleeve instead of the T-shirt I had on. I made sure that none of my scars or bruises were showing. I then went out to the living room and sat infront of Amane on the floor in a M position. I could tell that Amane was about to say something but I cut him off.