Song- Gasoline by Halsey

Characters- Kyoya, Reader

This was requested by HikaruTheKid. I hope you enjoy!

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Are you insane like me?

Been in pain like me?

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?

Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?

Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

The wind blew through my hair, pushing it in front of my face as I peered down at the ground below me.

Research said this building was three stories... that should be enough to do the job. I thought to myself.

I peered over the ledge of the building, my (s/b/h) stuck a few inches over it. I straightened back up, opening my arms.

"(Y/N)!"

Damn it... why did it have to come to this? I thought to myself, refusing to turn around and see him.

I never thought it would get to this point, with the bullying or with Kyoya. I felt his hand reach up to dry my unconscious tears; he was behind me.

"(Y/N)..."

"Kyoya..."

"Please, talk to me. What did they do to you?"

"I guess it started like this..."

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?

Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?

Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

My ex best friend in the entire world, (F/B/F/N), had heard about a supposed host club at our school, Ouran Private Academy. The people who went here were the sons and daughters of wealthy people who didn't want their kids dragging down their success. (F/B/F/N) was the daughter of a very old, wealthy family. And me? Well, my mother ran a successful chain of "love hotels", and my father was the leader of an old Italian mafia. It didn't leave me with a high reputation, just prone to bulling, which I had dealt with my entire life. Unlike everyone else, I didn't wear the uniform, because both the male and female ones were disgusting; I either looked like a banana or a blueberry, making me stand out even more. That day, I had worn (outfit here).

"Come on (Y/N), it could be fun!" (F/B/F/N) exclaimed as she practically dragged me on my back to music room number three.

"If by fun you mean a merciless torture that will rob me of my very high IQ, then yes." I stated, itching at my arms slightly. I had put fresh bandages on them this morning, but they were the wrong kind. With my luck, I was probably allergic to this brand. I had to be careful, though, because if (F/B/F/N) had found out, she would've killed me, even though it's not my fault I'm suicidal.

(F/B/F/N) stopped in front of the music room, giving me a chance to stand up as she pushed me through the doors.

Cherry blossoms surrounded my vision as I entered a coughing fit, something in the air triggering my allergies.

"Damnit, who sprayed febreeze? (Y/N)'s allergic!" I turned around vividly, looking for the door, my vision still blocked by those persteing petals. I felt someone's hand on my back trying to guide me and I followed their sense of direction. I struggled, continuing to cough until I broke out of that scent-filled prison, clean air filling my lungs. I took several deep breaths, being over in case I got sick, closing my eyes as I tried to clean that shit out of my system.

"I'm very sorry Miss/Sir. I didn't realize anyone at this school had an allergy to floral sprays. If I would've known, I wouldn't have sprayed it right in front of the door. My apologies" a male voice said. I straightened myself out, turning towards the source of the voice.

Behind me stood one of the hosts, one I recognized from my trigonometry class.

"Thank you, umm." I paused, not remembering his name.

"Kyoya. Kyoya Ootori." He said, his eyes not leaving mine.

"Thank you Kyoya. I'm Y/N." I said, smiling as we walked back into the now clean room. As we walked in, I noticed a lot of the patrons laughing and giggling in my direction. I sighed, knowing that this incident would be all over school by tomorrow morning.

"Can I perhaps offer you some tea? It's the least I can do after the rough entrance you had." Kyoya said.

I shook my head. "I've caused enough issues already, I'm sorry." I turned away, running out of the room, (F/B/F/N) not paying any attention to me.

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Meanwhile, Kyoya stood in his spot, confusion and awe in his eyes.

"(Y/N)... I don't think I know anything about her..." he smirked. "This should be as interesting as she/he is."

And all the people say

You can't wake up, this is not a dream

You're part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code

These voices won't leave me alone

Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold

Everyone in school knew who my parents were, it wasn't a giant secret. And while most kids respected me, that wasn't the case with the entire student body. I had been bullied ever since I entered that academy, and I dealt with it the same way I dealt with my dad's clients- fake smile and a roll of the eyes. The lack of reaction on my part, however, only seemed to make things worse.

I was walking to math class that day, trying to figure out what to do about my low grade.

"I need a math tutor... but I don't know anyone who's good at math..." I said softly to myself.

"I can help." A familiar voice piped up.

I turned around, smiling as I saw Kyoya walk up to me.

"Really? You have an A in math?" I asked. "I'm impressed."

Kyoya nodded. "Yup. Though I'm not doing so well in AP English. Not to my standards, at least."

"I can help you with that! I love English! It's my birth language, after all." I grinned.

"You were born in America?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yup. Lived there until I was fifteen, then came here."

Kyoya and I continued to talk as we reached the math classroom; turns out we have a lot in common. I headed towards the door until Kyoya cleared his throat, putting a piece of paper in my purse.

"Here. Text me when you want to start studying." He said, a slight smile gracing his face. I smiled, nodding, as I walked into class. I added his number to my contacts and sent a small smiley faced emoji to him.

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"So THAT's how you solve for x!" I exclaimed, feeling really stupid for not getting it earlier. Kyoya chuckled at my reaction, flipping to the front of the notebook.

"Yup."

"Ready to move on to AP English?" I asked, grabbing the assignment out of my folder. Kyoya groaned.

"I will NEVER be ready for anything English related. English is hard." Kyoya said.

I laughed. "That's how I felt about Japanese when I moved here- it's hard picking up a new language. But, lucky for you, you have a born and raised American who can help."

Kyoya looked around, smirking. "Really? Where? I hope she/he's pretty."

I pouted, shoving Kyoya as he began to laugh. "Shove off. Come on, I wanna get this done so it's not hanging over my head later."

Kyoya calmed down, nodding. "Alright."

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This was our routine for a while, helping each other study. Sometimes, if he wasn't busy, Kyoya would walk me to class. Really, the only thing that changed besides meeting Kyoya was (Y/E/N) finding out about Kyoya and I's friendship. He/She seemed to think I liked him, which caused the bullying to get worse. Besides that, though, things were normal, until we were walking to sixth period and (Y/E/N) came up with his/her posy.

"You better be careful Kyoya-senpai, her dad's a mafia boss. Never know what crazy shit she'll get you mixed up into. She and that whore family of hers."

I turned, refusing to acknowledge what he/she said. As I was walking into the classroom (Y/E/N) pulled me back, scratching my arms right over my newly healed scars. I hadn't touched my arms since I met Kyoya, but the pain reminded me of what I had missed.

"Hey! Don't turn away from me! I'm talking to you!"

Kyoya pulled his/her hand away from my face as I looked up at him, before turning and entering the classroom. Sitting down at my desk, I sipped some juice from my tumbler, the contents being the only thing keeping me awake and on task as I began to write in my notebook, tears staining the pages.

"Tonight. I'll do it tonight."

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"...and if I or any of the other hosts catch you acting like that towards someone ever again, not only will the school and your parents be notified, but I will personally make sure that you're banned from the host club. Do I make myself clear?" Kyoya growled at (Y/E/N), who nodded before running away. Kyoya stood up, walking to AP English, determined to make it back here in time to walk (y/n) to class.

"I hope she's okay..." Kyoya thought to himself. "I'll ask her next period."

(Y/N) didn't show up to seventh period.

Are you deranged like me?

Are you strange like me?

Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?

Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me?

Being bullied by (Y/E/N) in front of Kyoya was the final straw. Since I had been called to the office to pick up some papers early on in the period, I put my stuff in my locker and went up to the school roof. Dark storm clouds raged over top as I stood on the edge, the bell for seventh period ringing loudly in my ears.

"I'm sick of this... of everyone making fun of me, of being alone and hated. I can't do this anymore..." I sniffled, wiping away the tears from my eyes. "I don't have any more hope left, or self-esteem. I'm tired of being everyone's escape goat."

I put one foot on the ledge as the wind picked up, whipping open the door on the roof.

"(Y/N)!"

I turned around, seeing Kyoya standing five feet away from me. "Go away Kyoya." I yelled, turning back to face the sky. "This doesn't concern you." I care about you too much to let you see me like this.

"Please don't jump! I know they hurt you and I know your hurting inside but this isn't the way! People care about you! I care about you!" Kyoya exclaimed.

"You don't care about me, Kyoya." At least, not in the way I care about you. You never picked up on the hints I dropped. I was blind and foolish for believing in you.

I turned back around, walking off the ledge. "I'm sorry." Sorry that I fell in love with you, Kyoya.

"(Y/N)!" Kyoya reached out to grab my wrist.

And all the people say

You can't wake up, this is not a dream

You're part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code

These voices won't leave me alone

Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold