𝗯 𝘆 :: 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 [[𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗼]]
𝗳 𝗶 𝗹 𝗲  𝘁 𝘆 𝗽 𝗲 :: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲
𝘄 𝗮 𝗿 𝗻 𝗶 𝗻 𝗴 :: 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗸𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗰 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗼𝗸𝗼, 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀, 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲

You'd been chasing after Koko ever since you were eight.

"Koko, you're gonna marry me when we get older, right?" Your young energetic self mused. Kokonoi looked at you as if you were crazy before rolling eyes and flicking your forehead.

"Stupid. I love Akane-san, and I'll marry her when i grow up. Like hell I would marry an idiot like you."

Your young brain couldn't really take the hint at the time, so you just smiled and took that as a sign for you to keep trying.   
                                 
'I love you, Hajime. Go out with me.'

Eleven-year-old Kokonoi Hajime looked at the badly folded paper aeroplane on his desk with disgust. He didn't even need to look back to know it was you as he half-heartedly crumpled the paper and stuck it in his pocket to throw away later with an annoyed look on his face.
You looked at him with heart eyes from the seat behind, giddy smile wide even as he didn't even look at you once. The feeling of disappointment didn't reach you before you tore out another page from your notebook, picking up your pencil to doodle a few hearts on the lined paper before writing another note.

"You're so funny, Hajime-kun!" The white-haired girl laughed in a sweet voice.

You watched, green with envy, as your eyes burned holes at the back of her head. You glared even harder as her hand reached out to pat Koko's shoulder.

He's mine, so dont laugh at his jokes like that.

He's mine, so dont touch him like that.

He's mine, so stop making him love you like that!

You looked a little dejectedly as Koko cupped the hand that was on his shoulder with a red face, brushing the compliment off with a shy grin. You hated how that Akane could make him look like an infatuated schoolgirl with just a simple compliment, but you couldn't even get him to smile with all your obvious flirting.

He's mine, Akane...don't steal him from me like that.

You knocked on Koko's door worriedly, waiting for him to come out.
The door swung open.

"What the hell do you want?" He asked in a slightly shaky voice. His usually neatly-combed hair was messy and unkempt now, his thin eyes red. You could still see the tear tracks on his pale face, a result of endless crying over his now dead sweetheart Akane. You reached out to grab his hand.

"Oh, Hajime-"

"It's not the time now. Bye."
Slam!

You stood in the pouring rain with your hand still outstretched with your other holding a bag of food and drinks for him.

You were sixteen when you gave up on Koko.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, shocked at the unfamiliar reflection staring back at you.

White hair in a bob cut.

Blue contacts.

That soft expression on your face.

Modest and cute dressing.

The reflection in the mirror wasn't you. It was the doppelganger of Akane  you made yourself into to suit Koko's liking.
You clenched your hand into a fist and reeled it back, before...

Punch

"ARGH!"

Shatter

You stared at your bloody fist which had bits of glass stuck in it, deep crimson running down your skin.

"It hurts..."

You brought your eyes up to the shattered mirror, glass broken where you had punched it. The (y/n)-- no, the Akane in the mirror was distorted, a line running through her face.

It hurts...just like loving you.