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“Haru” the woman crooked out to the dark haired boy. He gazed up to her with her face contorting as if trying to form into its true from. Memory fragments piecing her together before fading off into white.
He lunges up in his bed in a cold sweat, his hands trembling as he looks around. “Ha….just a dream” he mutters as he slams onto the soft comforters. Sprawling out like a cat in the sun as he calms. Running his hands through his sweaty hair as He finally settles.
The cold water of then shower waking him as he leans against the wall. His hands practically griping the tile of the wall as the water sprays him. The bar of soap on the ground at his feet the odd lighting of the bathroom giving a icy feeling to the room. “1…2…3…4…” he mutters counting until reaching 300 and turning the nob off. Yanking his towel off the hook and quickly drying himself. Making his way to his bedroom with a slight frown.
Pushing the door open with his foot as he dresses. Grabbing a small snack before waking out the front door. Taking small rabbit like bites as the school building gets closer. The commute was not particularly long yet it felt as if years had passed each time he takes a step. The world holding him down as if being caged in the air around him. “Breath” he muttered to himself as he fisted his hands and continued to make his way to the building. Ending infront of the office to get a pass for his belated arrival. The world seems too much all of a sudden. From his dampened morning to the abrasive world around him. Colours are too much, bright and angry and harsh in their hue. The sky was to bright it felt to white to clean. He felt as if his existence was pollution, as if he was the bad in the world.
The lady in the office says something but all he hears is ringing in his ears. He grabs the paper and heads to the class after heading to his locker. The taping of his own shoes keeps him out of his mind as he approaches the door.
He opens it slowly to find faces staring at him. It feels agonising as if they were trying to puncture his skin with their eyes. A heavy lump in his chest as he makes his way to the back of the room not bothering to listen to the man yell at him. Taking his seat only to lay his head.
Cold. Something cold pokes his hand he looks up to find a familiar face… one that lacks the haunt of the previous ones. A soft grin forms on his face as he locks eyes with the blue ones across.
The world passes by quite quickly as the day goes on that comforting cold filling him with joy. It was so inviting the intense feeling of greed he felt. More was all he craved more of the radiant atmosphere around the familiar.
Lunch came and the sensation was gone the angle, he was left to him self. Watching the light of his world fade off. Grabing his bag and walking of opening the bathroom door, to the end stall. Sitting down and eating his snack form the morning. His munching lightly echoing in the bathroom. The sound of the world around him overbearing…
The sound of the bathroom door creaking rattled his mind. He perks up instant at the sound, like a dog on gourd. The sound of the others shoes squeak at the wet tiles of the bathroom.
“Haru!~ I know you’re in there!” That sing song voice that belong to one of hate and evil… It frighted him to the core he could only sit in that stall still as a mouse. Frozen in time as that lump of heat in his body festered into his heart making it heavy.
“Oh..? Are you not going to respond? What do you think you’re good shit or something?” That voice crackles as another chimes in with pointless commentary. There’s a pause of silence and for a moment he believes he’s at peace. That the world was something kind and that he would be able to rest. That was until he felts something ooze onto him. It stank. It smelled sticky and filthy, it was disgusting. He can't hear anything going on around him. Yet he hears everything going on much more sensitively. It feels surreal.
The sound of chuckles fills the room, it echoes in the tiled room. “God you’re such a buzzkill couldn’t even say anything..” that disgusting voice calls out before leaving with their pack.
“…ah…” he mumbles as he looks down at the ground the mix of mush and food they had thrown on him slipping off his pants. Something warm trickles down his face as he tries to breathe. He stands as the bell rings. The sound so harsh and cruel to his ears. He huffs as he leaves not bothering to clean the mess the dropped on him.
He walks into the empty hall that overwhelming feeling in his chest. “Haru!” He turns the second he hears that sweet voice. “What happened to you?” Yuto is worried about him. So kind, so sweet, so caring, such a clean person. Haru doesn't deserve to have such nice things in his life.
How…could someone care so much for him like this he thinks to himself as he meets the gaze of the familiar. An Almost ringing sound fills his ears as he realises he’s supposed to respond, supposed to act…
“It’s nothing, I just tripped into some pile of rubbish..” he mutters as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Nothing to worry about Yuto, it’s just me being clumsy”
“Eh..? Well you should probably head home, it stinks… I won’t tell anyone if you sneak out!” Yuto replies with his usual charming grin, if only he could be the only one to see it. If only Yuto had cared about him and only him.
“Yeah I was just gonna leave haha…” he replies with an awkward smile. Good he was so disgusting what if he rubbed off on someone so pure like Yuto. Someone so beautiful to polluted by the likes of him… it would be such a shame.
He quickly waves goodbye to Yuto, rushing off to the nearest exit. the blond tilting his head to the side like a dog, confusion in his eyes at the abrupt departure.
Haru runs like never before sweat dripping down his face. It was so embarrassing to be seen while being so pathetic especially by the eyes of him. The white rose in a field of black ones. The sun of the universe, Yuto… his angel.
He finally makes it home, slamming into the door as he opens it abruptly and slides onto the ground as he calms. Taking off his shoes as he places he hangs his school bag. The empty house making him feel more pathetic, he looks to the mirror at the side. “Disgusting…” he mutters while staring at himself
The sound of hot water spurting out of the shower filled his ears. The water hit his body as slid right off, repeatedly. His nails raked over his skin, unforgiving...He's been in the shower for over an hour now, he isn't exactly sure how long he's been in here, though. Maybe if he holds his breath long enough he'd stop breathing all together,Wouldn't that be nice. Time seems quick, but feels slow. Haru feels far away. He feels lost. He feels neither here, nor there. But he still feels. There's an aching numbness.