Come the next morning, you arrived at school a little less enthused.

Considering all that's happened to you during the week, it's only natural for you to be left feeling drained. You passed by the school gates, unwilling and underwhelmed as you dragged your feet up to the shoe lockers.

Minding your own business felt like second nature. Lately your sleeping habits have been getting worse. These days, all you can do is toss and turn. Sometimes it feels like there's someone watching you sleep at night... But that's just your paranoia getting to your head, isn't that right? Anyways, you closed your locker gently and then moved onto the next task for today-that being getting assorted in class.

Because you locked yourself away into your only world, your tunnel vision lead to you to dismiss the entourage of students that were huddled up, gathering around something indiscernible.

They were eagerly fighting to gawk over one another, probing to get a good, long look at whatever made them so intrigued.

And when you arrived at your homeroom class, a sickening queasiness infected your stomach. Today made you incoherently anxious... Perhaps it was the little sleep you received. You went into the aisle and then pulled out your chair, taking a seat. There's no sight of the twins. Kirigiri on the other hand, you saw came into the classroom appearing glum. She normally always had that snarky, confident expression sewn onto her face... Yet seeing her now; all of that color and life was drained from her face. In other words... It's obvious how unhappy she is.

As you took out your notebook, you kept stealing glances. You noticed that multiple students--most who typically didn't pay her any mind at all--were also fixated onto her every move. 'She's unreasonably popular today...' So you wondered what was up. Narrowing your eyelids, a scoff squeezed past your lips once you recounted her harassment the other day. Unacceptable... And you weren't exactly counting on an apology, either.

You leaned your elbow against the desk, following her with your eyes while she walked towards her seat like an introvert, knowing that she was all but such. She still wore that bucket hat from the other day as if it was now a part of her skin, covering her head of hair for some mysterious reason. It wasn't your concern, really. Her seat is located in the front row, not too far from yours. Usually it's always littered with her personal items more advocated towards facial care and hygiene... Yet even that was fairly scarce today. She didn't bother to prep anything.. instead, the surface had been vandalized by fierce writings in permanent marker.

"Bully."

"Rot in hell."

"How dare you harass someone like that?"

"You get everything you deserve and worse."

"Anger management issues."

"No one likes you anyway."

"Bully."

"Bully."

"Bully."

"Bully."

"BULLY."

Kirigiri choked up in a horrified whimper. You actually had not the faintest clue that those vulgar writings were there in the first place... At least, not until you gave her pale face a second glance.

For the first time, you saw... apprehension. Her eyes were wide and she had clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging into her skin and threatening to draw blood. Her teeth were grinding together, peeved by these downright audacious words that effortlessly struck her nerves.

"What the..?" You shifted on attention, attempting to get a better look at the surface of her desk.

Kirigiri's deep, heavy pants quickly became more erratic while she fought the temptation to scream her head off. Her? Getting harrassed? What's happening...? It feels like what she's worked so hard to earn suddenly came crashing down. The young lady turns her head a bit, as if desperate to search for the culprit behind this. Yet her annoyance is quickly replaced by dejection when she realizes countless eyes were boring into her very soul.

Everyone was watching.

Everyone was judging.

Everyone was her enemy.

She covered her face with her hands and sat down, hearing as multiple voices began to rile up the class. Some students started whispering amongst themselves- antagonizing her while the other lucky few were busy soaking into their phones.

You started looking around, bewildered. Obviously you couldn't stand being left in the dark, so you peek over at one of your peers watching something on their phone. What else could have possibly occurred under twelve hours? "Hey, um, mind if I see what you're looking at?" You had impulsively asked.

Since he couldn't exactly decline, the lad with freckles and large spectacle glasses nodded his head and handed you his phone, appearing awfully wary in doing so. "This video was posted online last night. Yatsouba was attacking a female student like some kind of wild animal.." The following footage relayed the commotion that occurred yesterday morning, leading your breath to hitch.

Thankfully, your silhouette was tampered with for privacy purposes-having your identity posing as an anonymous blur for all to see. Still, it made you uncomfortable... seeing from a witness' standpoint how you were being attacked with little resolve.

The student pointed at the temperamental redhead in the video. "Apparently the person who posted this saw the whole thing. It all started because she went bat-crazy over a little squirrel chain. Talk about crazy, right?" He pushed his large, round glasses up once it threatened to slip down the bridge of his small button nose. "Now that this has spread about campus... Everyone is using this as an opportunity to get their own weight off of their shoulders..."

"Yeah, but--" You quickly interjected, "Don't you think that slandering her name like that is a little harsh? It makes everyone no different than the firecracker herself.. doesn't it?" You proved a fair point, though there's no reasoning with them. She deserves her own karma.

The silence from your peer spoke enough. Obviously he was racked with guilt, but it wasn't his problem.. frankly, it was Kirigiri's. Whatever mess she has dragged herself into will take weeks to resolve... And weeks to piece her confidence back together.

It was that very video that haunted her over and over again. The poor girl could hear it playing from every possible angle, ticking the dormant bomb dwelling within. You watched her extend her hands and tug on the the rims of her bucket hat, attempting to cover her ears as she grew smaller in her seat. She wanted to disappear, yet no one would let her.

"She really is a nutcase, isn't she?"

"No wonder Seiichiro is with her. I mean, he really has no choice but to stick with her."

"Man, what a psycho."

"She's so crazy."

"Just wait until the teachers get ahold of this!"

"I hope she's expelled.
It'll be better for all of us."

Whenever she closed her eyes, she could only hear the voices of her classmates with their wide, genial grins and cheeky eyes as they talked about her, even the brunette who always chased her around like a puppy was now keeping her a miles distance away. Naturally she didn't want to get involved. She joined sides with whoever was the most convenient to her... Image is beneficial in the word of Japanese high schoolers.

Reputation is everything.

"Good morning! Sorry we're late.." The Yuuki brothers entered together, the oldest slinging his school bag over his shoulder as the other clenched the strap secured around his. Seiichiro automatically made a B-Line for the lonely victim Kirigiri-- as Shiro on the other hand looked relatively unbothered by the events of today. It's like he didn't notice.

"...Kiri," Seiichiro mumbled, standing in front of her desk watching her jerked in surprise. Her hands tremble slightly while he addressed her. She couldn't even meet his eye. Not now, not ever.

Obviously, Seiichiro was dwelling with guilt. Yet... As much as she needed to be taught a lesson for her actions, this was all just too much, and far too abrupt for her to handle. He knew her like the back of his hand.. she's just a fragile person who uses her superiority complex as a means to forget who lies beneath the mask. "Go away!" She shouted at him. "I know you, Seii. You don't even care about me, no-- you don't even love me! Don't try and act like you're my boyfriend now-- because... because we've always just been strangers!!"

Her voice cracked and she threw her clamped fists against her table with all her might, shushing mostly everyone. She was trying to fight tears.. but she knew it was too late, because he could already see the layer of gloss coating her optics.

It even took the youngest twin back. But eager to cast it aside, Shiro moved next to your side discreetly during their scene- tapping your shoulder, which in return-he earned that curious glance from you. "[L/N], I want to talk to you."

Unfortunately for him, you're still feeling bitter. He circled to your other side once he saw you snap your head opposite from him, and continued to do so until you finally broke and gave him your attention. "Can't it wait? I'm trying to watch here." You stated in a passive aggressive manner, but Shiro wasn't trying to deal with it. He knew why you were upset, so he got to the core of your emotions quickly.

"Did you see what's in the hallway?" He'd inquire, seemingly out of nowhere. You clicked your tongue in response, fiddling with your [H/C] hair. "Hmph.. I don't see why that concerns me." Looking closer, he saw you pouting.. so his trademark apathy turns into.. fluster.

Shiro starts pushing his hands into his pockets, averting his eyes with his shoulders tensing up. "I understand I owe you an apology... so will you just come follow me?" His pale cheeks had a faint blush to them. "..When this is all over... I'll give you all the attention you want..." He mumbled that last bit, though it was far too late to question him seeing as he was already walking away-- expectantly hoping you'd follow.

Like a curious rabbit, you puffed up your cheeks and followed him out of the classroom... And all the while, the sounds of Kirigiri's shouts slip further and further into the foregrounds. Lead to an open space within the hallways, there you two were-recounting your steps. 'Wait a second.. I passed by here earlier,' You thought, 'I didn't bother to look..'

Your eyes then hooked onto Shiro's oscillating white head of hair, curious about his intentions, yet stopped as soon as he paused in his tracks. Then with a jerk to his head, he caused your eyes to fall left of him; where the walls resided. "Look."

Next to you was a churning display of images... All of which photographed Kirigiri's face; hard to discern besides the red tufts of hair. Her features were marked off in permanent marker, some photos scratching out her eyes in heavy X's and others circling her oblivious image with the title 'Vermin' written against it.

Most of these photos were taken where she was caught mistreating the elderly, the poor, and other students that were beneath her. She had no remorse. All in all, the total highlight of the show was the video you had recently discovered. A chill cascades down your back, pupils going wide while you approached the wall, vandalized by who knows who.

Although.. needless to say, you had a feeling about who it was.

You ripped off only one of the presumed thirty... no.. forty photos, looking down at it as an odd uneasiness caused your lip to quiver. No wonder she was as pale as a ghost when she entered the classroom a moment ago. In the pit of your stomach.. you admittedly felt a bit satisfied to see justice being fulfilled. Kirigiri is in fact a hurtful person .. but... Isn't this...

"A little like.. bullying?"

You uttered aloud, crumbling the photograph hurtfully. It felt familiar.

Shiro decided to feign ignorance. Perhaps it'd make you feel better if he didn't comment on that notion. If you think this was cruel.. then you've only seen the bare minimum. "..."

"Whoever did this is just awful," He chimed in, planting a bit of doubt in your mind for a second. Despite his tone excluding some mockery... You second-guessed the chance that Shiro couldn't possibly have anything to do with this. Although, you didn't want to fall into that same ordeal where you were manipulated solely for being naive.

The one in front of you is full of surprises. His lips crack into a smile, a cunning one, at that... So you committed it to memory. "Did you do it?" You asked him bluntly, to which he eagerly nodded his head.

"Yes. I did this." Shiro had replied tersely. You could tell that there was not a single trace of guilt in his body.. was it because Kirigiri needed a dose of karma done by his hand?

"And I'll do it again, [L/N]. For you." Attention you didn't quite notice before was slowly drawing you in like a moth to the flame. He was acting like your knight in shining armor. For that, you almost immediately felt grateful -- Yet the way he goes about his actions... They're disturbing, aren't they?

"Okay, Shiro. Just... Just don't let this get out of hand. Kirigiri's going through enough as it is." You crossed your arms, waiting for him to nod his head again .. but you saw him hesitate. "Okay, Shiro?" You repeated.

He steered his head away from you, attempting to hide the redness consuming his ears. He still wasn't very used to you referring to him by his name, it appears. So he pats down his forelocks, attempting to conceal it. "...If that's what you want.."

Relief washed through you, and you graced your hand on the center of your heart while you breathed out. Honestly, you expected some kind of retort from him. It never dawned on you that he was a submissive guy.. er, well, socially, at least. Your smile eases it's way into light before you saw it coming yourself. "Great, now that's out of the way... you wanna take this down?"

Your emotions, always such a double-edged sword. On one hand, you were perceptively fierce, but also... So weak and forgiving.

His personality regressed when you busied yourself, facing the litter of vandalizm. His cheeks, still somewhat red, wane a little as he appears anxious from your empathy towards others.

'Why?.. Do you keep forgiving her?' He thought, lips slipping and curling towards a disappointed frown. Whenever he closed his eyes ... He remembered every ounce of the dismay she has brought you.

When she cobbled you with a basketball during gym to teach you a lesson for touring with Seiichiro.

When she shoved all of your school materials out of the window only to watch you from above while you plucked them out of the bushes...

...

And when she pushed you down the stairs.

'Each..'

'...and every time.'

'You forgive her when she wrongs you.'

A static like hum fills his ears and he winces a little. Memories that he figured were his own forges to his mind, edging him deeper into discombobulation. His legs wobble and he staggered to the side, slamming his shoulder against the wall causing you to fly out of your skin.
"Woah!" You cried, eyebrows raising in surprise. "A-Are you okay? What's wrong..??"

He ignored your voice, unable to perceive it as the ringing in his ears soaked out your concerned tone completely. To him, you were spouting incoherent words.

'I'm ... just trying...'

'To protect what I want..'

Shiro thought and quickly covered his ears, cowering submissively due to the ear-searing sound. He felt your warm touch against his shoulder... But even that wasn't enough. He focused on one thing, eyes dulling adequately in the moments he continued recounting something... insufferable.

Something he saw. ̷̘͔͛͑꒒̸̧̣̙͈̥͚͗̉̍͒̏ꀤ̴͔͖̙̰̝̆͆̍̃ꎇ̵̡̱̤̭̭͖̝͙͂͜ꍟ̷̖̮̮̼̗̜͈̅́̂̐̒́̉̇̕.̵̻͗̍͛̃̈
Something he witnessed.

̷͕̪̟̖͎̩͂͛̍͘͠

To make it go away means to make her go away. Kirigiri. "Ha.. Haa..." He ̵̡̛͚͙͚̩̳̊̎͌̉͆̀̉͐ꅏ̷̰̃̑̿̔͝ꃅ̶̣͍͔͗͐̈́ꍟ̶̨̡̣̯̟̪̰̙̳͑͑̀͝ꈤ̸̨̤̦̈̿͌́̉͜ ̵̵͉͕͉̲͕͓̣̘̿͋̎̉̐́͌̈́̈́̌̓̋̈͘͘͜͝ꈤ̵̱̩̙̻͖́̽̏ heaved out, erratically. His labored breathing signified the significant stress that was underway. Shiro was now completely obsessed, and fixated on this only goal... Because as we all know;

You're faced with an impeccably cruel liar.
The kind of person who never lets their actions die.

̸̰̺̜̺͎̼̰̻͜͜͠꓄̵̡̤̮̩͍̫͖̗͑͊̓̏͝

̸̧͖̫͓͎̼̑͝ꌃ̷̮̒͑̈́̏͒̈̓̈́̈́͆ꀎ̶̟̺̬̊͛̂̈́̌̅͜͠͝꓄̴

̸̡͓̟͚̣̓͘ꀤ̵̱̝̜͈͒͗̀̇̈́̄̄̄͜͝͝ ̷̨͍̪̖͇̗͙̽̐̊ͅ
ꀤ̵̘̈́̌̓̋̈͘͘͝ꈤ̵̱̩̙̻͖́̽̏

[CHAPTE.R ꍟꈤꀸ]

ꉓ̵̨͔̭̥͉̀̿͑ꂦ̸̧̝̞̬̩̻̭͍̖͐̈̑̽͝͝ꀎ̷̨̛̭̩̯̩̜͇̯͗͊̍͜͝ꈤ̸̹͎̫͓̹̲̥̪̳̇͆͋̽̆͗̅꓄̶͕̱̺̰̌̀̓͒́̈͛꒒̷̛̲̟͕͔̫̼̺͜ͅꍟ̴͙͇̀ꌗ̴̛̫̆͂̄̋̾͘͝ꌗ̵̧͚̱̟͖͇̙̈́̏̚͜ ̴̛͓̈́́̃́̄͂͗͐꓄̶͉̏̈́̍͋͆̕͝ꀤ̶̥̫̀̈͒̀̈̿ꂵ̵̡̻̥̲͗̅́͛̉͐́̔̇ꍟ̸̦̰̠̥̻̖͗̎́̃͒͝ꌗ̷̘͇͕̈́͝ͅ ̴̝̦̒̿̀̄̂̚ꂦ̸̧̲͍̩̗͓̪̘͌̒͒̌̋̚ꎇ̸̲͓͈̣͓͎̭̌̇͂͛́̉̑̕ ̷̘͔͛͑꒒̸̧̣̙͈̥͚͗̉̍͒̏ꀤ̴͔͖̙̰̝̆͆̍̃ꎇ̵̡̱̤̭̭͖̝͙͂͜ꍟ̷̖̮̮̼̗̜͈̅́̂̐̒́̉̇̕.̵̻͗̍͛̃̈ ̷̠͚͉͈̬̘̠̪̪̔̀͛͂̈́̚
̶͓̝̙̭͛͘͝

̵̡̛͚͙͚̩̳̊̎͌̉͆̀̉͐ꅏ̷̰̃̑̿̔͝ꃅ̶̣͍͔͗͐̈́ꍟ̶̨̡̣̯̟̪̰̙̳͑͑̀͝ꈤ̸̨̤̦̈̿͌́̉͜ ̵͉͕͉̲͕͓̣̿͋̎̉̐́͌̈́͜ꀸ̷̣͔̩̱̏̅̀ꂦ̸̢̖̗̻̞̙̟̜̭̫͋͗ꍟ̷̡͍̺̟͉̘͓͊͆ꌗ̵̜͍̼̪͔̼̽̈̑̌̀͂̕͜ ̷͕̪̟̖͎̩͂͛̍͘͠ꀤ̷͓͔̬̼̺̒̑̀̔̓̆̓̆̄͑꓄̷̮͙̪͕̤̳̫̐̉̾́͋͌̚͝ ̶̛̣̔̄̚ꍟ̵̘͇͓̽͝ꈤ̴̦̱̹͚̦̬͕͊̓̀͑̀̋̆̃͘͘ꀸ̷̧͖̜̉̌̅̀͐͜?̴̜͓̇̐ͅ
̸̧̧̧̢͍̖͇͙̬͉̌̊̔̒̑̕

̸̘̣̲̭͈͎͈̋̈̈́̒̐́͑̇͐͜ꀤ̷̯͔̲̊̌̐͗̔̎̀̚͝'̴̨͓̞͇͖̦̖͖͑ͅͅꂵ̸͎͝ ̸̰̺̜̺͎̼̰̻͜͜͠꓄̵̡̤̮̩͍̫͖̗͑͊̓̏͝ꀤ̵̢̛̭̟̳̙̳͕͓ꋪ̵͑̐͑̓͊̎̾͜ꍟ̸̩̙̬̯͌͋͆͗͗ꀸ̴̥͎͈̔̿̊̆̐͆̇̂̚͠.̸̥̱̼̰̱̼̙̖̀̔͜͜ ̸̨̨̨̢̤̬̟̰̍͜͝
̷͉̫̭͖̦͐͆̏͝͝
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̸̧͖̫͓͎̼̑͝ꌃ̷̮̒͑̈́̏͒̈̓̈́̈́͆ꀎ̶̟̺̬̊͛̂̈́̌̅͜͠͝꓄̴̱̣͙̖͎̄̎͑̋̾̾͘͝͝ ̸̡͓̟͚̣̓͘ꀤ̵̱̝̜͈͒͗̀̇̈́̄̄̄͜͝͝ ̷̨͍̪̖͇̗͙̽̐̊ͅꃅ̷̡̧̥̤̤͎̀̑͊̈̕͘͘̕͜ꍏ̷͈̇͊̅̆́ꃴ̸̡͙̮̭͈̣̍͗̉͂̔͛́̚ꍟ̷͖̠̗̹́̀̾̓̃͠ ̴̪͉̼̖̣̺̻̾̃̋̊̃̈́꓄̴̦̼̳͓̹͋̏̎̇͊̈́͆͐͘ꂦ̷̖̙̟̦̻̌̆͊͒̾͑̏̓͠ ̶̨̰͔̫͈̗̰̞̻̃꓄̵̥̫͇͇̆͆̀̐͒̽̽͜͠ꋪ̵̢̲̠̗͉̔̀̆̈ꌩ̴̬̥̳̺̈́́̎́̐͘͝ ̵̢͓̲̍̊͗ꍏ̶̘͖͆̀͊̆ꁅ̸͚̥̬̫̭̰͚̝̯̙̀́̋̋̂ꍏ̷̪͎̤̰̞̰̊̓̀̉͜͜͠ꀤ̵̘̈́̌̓̋̈͘͘͝ꈤ̵̱̩̙̻͖́̽̏

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.ꍟꎇꀤ꒒ ꎇꂦ ꌗꍟꂵꀤ꓄ ꌗꌗꍟ꒒꓄ꈤꀎꂦꉓ

⸮ꀸꈤꍟ ꓄ꀤ ꌗꍟꂦꀸ ꈤꍟꃅꅏ

ꉓ̵̨͔̭̥͉̀̿͑ꂦ̸̧̝̞̬̩̻̭͍̖͐̈̑̽͝͝ꀎ̷̨̛̭̩̯̩̜͇̯͗͊̍͜͝ꈤ̸̹͎̫͓̹̲̥̪̳̇͆͋̽̆͗̅꓄̶͕̱̺̰̌̀̓͒́̈͛꒒̷̛̲̟͕͔̫̼̺͜ͅꍟ̴͙͇̀ꌗ̴̛̫̆͂̄̋̾͘͝ꌗ̵̧͚̱̟͖͇̙̈́̏̚͜ ̴̛͓̈́́̃́̄͂͗͐꓄̶͉̏̈́̍͋͆̕͝ꀤ̶̥̫̀̈͒̀̈̿ꂵ̵̡̻̥̲͗̅́͛̉͐́̔̇ꍟ̸̦̰̠̥̻̖͗̎́̃͒͝ꌗ̷̘͇͕̈́͝ͅ ̴̝̦̒̿̀̄̂̚ꂦ̸̧̲͍̩̗͓̪̘͌̒͒̌̋̚ꎇ̸̲͓͈̣͓͎̭̌̇͂͛́̉̑̕ ̷̘͔͛͑꒒̸̧̣̙͈̥͚͗̉̍͒̏ꀤ̴͔͖̙̰̝̆͆̍̃ꎇ̵̡̱̤̭̭͖̝͙͂͜ꍟ̷̖̮̮̼̗̜͈̅́̂̐̒́̉̇̕.̵̻͗̍͛̃̈ ̷̠͚͉͈̬̘̠̪̪̔̀͛͂̈́̚
̶͓̝̙̭͛͘͝
̵̡̛͚͙͚̩̳̊̎͌̉͆̀̉͐ꅏ̷̰̃̑̿̔͝ꃅ̶̣͍͔͗͐̈́ꍟ̶̨̡̣̯̟̪̰̙̳͑͑̀͝ꈤ̸̨̤̦̈̿͌́̉͜ ̵͉͕͉̲͕͓̣̿͋̎̉̐́͌̈́͜ꀸ̷̣͔̩̱̏̅̀ꂦ̸̢̖̗̻̞̙̟̜̭̫͋͗ꍟ̷̡͍̺̟͉̘͓͊͆ꌗ̵̜͍̼̪͔̼̽̈̑̌̀͂̕͜ ̷͕̪̟̖͎̩͂͛̍͘͠ꀤ̷͓͔̬̼̺̒̑̀̔̓̆̓̆̄͑꓄̷̮͙̪͕̤̳̫̐̉̾́͋͌̚͝ ̶̛̣̔̄̚ꍟ̵̘͇͓̽͝ꈤ̴̦̱̹͚̦̬͕͊̓̀͑̀̋̆̃͘͘ꀸ̷̧͖̜̉̌̅̀͐͜?̴̜͓̇̐ͅ
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̸̘̣̲̭͈͎͈̋̈̈́̒̐́͑̇͐͜ꀤ̷̯͔̲̊̌̐͗̔̎̀̚͝'̴̨͓̞͇͖̦̖͖͑ͅͅꂵ̸͎͝ ̸̰̺̜̺͎̼̰̻͜͜͠꓄̵̡̤̮̩͍̫͖̗͑͊̓̏͝ꀤ̵̢̛̭̟̳̙̳͕͓ꋪ̵͑̐͑̓͊̎̾͜ꍟ̸̩̙̬̯͌͋͆͗͗ꀸ̴̥͎͈̔̿̊̆̐͆̇̂̚͠.̸̥̱̼̰̱̼̙̖̀̔͜͜ ̸̨̨̨̢̤̬̟̰̍͜͝
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