[ a/n; this might be the worst thing i've ever written im so sorry god ]

His mental state was in shambles, but this was not anyone's problem asides from his own. And yet, Kazemaru refused to believe it was anyone other than her fault. It was that charming, pulchritudinous, white haired girl's fault. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't be this ruined, this. . . Torn apart.

Kazemaru hid his feelings so well, you couldn't even tell he was falling apart on the inside. His brown eyes masked everything so perfectly, that he cursed himself for it. Sometimes he wish she could just see in his eyes - how much he was hurting. How much he was dying; dying to have her against his skin.

He was taking too long to speak up, it was almost a miracle that she hadn't already been taken by someone else. A part of him really wanted to believe she was saving herself for him, he wanted to believe that Park refused a plethora of confessions, because she 'liked someone else'.

But he was so wrong. As a matter of fact, Park didn't even have the ability to even fall in love to begin with.

Even still, he gave into his delusions. His mirror image was hideous, but it was far too late to change it now. He'd long given up on himself.

Tightening his jaw, Kazemaru took long strides to the white haired girl currently on her phone in the locker room. Practice had just ended, and no one else was around, what better time to approach her.

"Park." Standing a meter away from her smaller frame, the teal haired male merely said her name.

"Yes?" The girl chirped, turning towards him with a kittenish smile.

Strangely enough, he wasn't scared to confess anymore, because he was sure his plan was going to work. This twisted, corrupted plan of his. . . Was sure to work.

"There's something I have to tell you." His deep voice had always been a little unsettling to her, but maybe it was how he spoke to her in particular, that was different.

". . . What's the matter?" She blinked her eyes, her expression slowly faltering to a pout.

"I like you."

There was a moment of silence, before Park had caught her senses.

". . . What?"

"I know you heard me," Kazemaru exhaled, suddenly a little frustrated. "I like you. I've liked you for two whole years now."

"Y-you can't be serious?" For some reason, she'd turned frantic. Almost as if this was scaring her, as if this was terrifying her. "You're not serious, right?"

"I'm dead serious." This was getting do aggravating. What was wrong with her?

"Kazemaru-. . ." Her lips parted, it really bothered him that she'd put on lipstick in the morning. It had to be for someone. "I really don't know what to say."

"Mio." He immediately grabbed her wrist, far too tightly for comfort. Despite how unsettled she looked, he stared her down anyway. The look in his eye was unreadable, strangely so. He'd used her first name, and this never sat well with her. There was no one else in the locker room, Park almost felt like screaming.

"You have to give me a response, now. I've been holding back for so long." Kazemaru took a step closer, she took one back, he took another, and there was nowhere else for her to go anymore.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I-" Desperately, Park kept shaking her head. "Please let go."

Kazemaru narrowed his gaze.

"If you don't accept my feelings." The teal haired male reached out his other hand, rubbing his thumb against the skin of her cheek. "I'll have no choice but to kill myself."