𝕆𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕤𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤!! 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥! 𝟛𝕜 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙!

𝕀 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝔹𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕆𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐𝕒𝕜𝕦ℍ𝕚𝕟𝕒. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘! ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟!

𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨.

𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥. 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. @longleglev   𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝.

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖.

𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕟, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤. 𝔹𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖!

𝕋𝕎: 𝕊𝟛𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕒$$𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕, 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒$$𝕦𝕝𝕥, 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠, ℂ𝔸ℕℕ𝕆ℕ 𝕂𝕌ℝ𝕆𝕆

☆꧁༒In A Dream༒꧂☆

I felt the paint on my hands. We had a project in art class to use a body to express a theme of our choice. Stupidly, I chose my pain. I chose the one subject that would hurt the most. I pressed the paint on to my arms, neck, thighs, shirt covered chest, and onto my black shorts on my spot and backside. The paint was red so it stood out. I didn't understand why the whole grade took art. It was stupid. I knew the rest of the grade would use makeup to mark their face. No one else would use their whole body. Other than one person, but he was a chemistry nerd who would out of his way to one up me. We had a rivalry going since first year. I didn't know why it started other than my volleyball team had won a game against his in middle school. He was super competitive.

"MORISUKE GET DOWN HERE OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! DID YOU GET YOUR ART PROJECT DONE?!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

"YES MOM! I NEED TO LET THE PAINT DRY!"

"YOU COULD'VE USED MY MAKEUP!"

"THAT'S WHAT EVERYONE IS DOING! PLUS KUROO WAS GOING TO BEAT ME IF I USED MAKEUP! NOTHING CAN BEAT THIS!" My mom knew what happened to me. She knew what Dad did. She knew about the art project. She didn't know I was going to tell everyone.

I ran downstairs once the paint dried. "Ready! Let's go!" Mom turned to me and her jaw dropped. "What? Is it too much? Is it running?"

"You're telling people what happened?" Tear welled up in her eyes and she smiled softly as I nodded. "I'm so proud of you baby." She hugged me softly, then let go and grabbed her keys. "There's no way Kuroo is going to beat you with that unless he does something extreme."

"He probably will. He always wins." I felt eyes on me that weren't Mom's from behind. I turned to see nothing there. Just the rest of the house. "Let's go Mom."

"Right." We went out to the car and I put my headphones in and listened to my favorite playlist. It was relaxing. I wasn't ever going to be ready to tell people what Dad did. I thought about the line from "Young Sheldon", a TV series I watched with my mom. "It's okay to be scared. We just have to do it anyway." That was all that was going through my head as I got out of her car. That was all that was going through my head as I got weird looks as I walked towards the school. That was all that was going through my head as my friend walked towards me with worried faces.

"Hey Yaku. Imma guess the paint on you is your project?" Kai spoke. There were words on his face that hurt Yaku to read, but he still did. "I am not afraid."

"Your project is really.. Plain."

"It's got more to it." He winked at me. I assumed he did something to the rest of his body. I saw other third years in colorful outfits and makeup.

Then there was Kuroo. He came over to the group of volleyball players, his smile never wavering for a second. There were horns sticking out of his head. He had red contacts on. His nails were long and painted red. He was wearing extensions on his teeth to make them look sharp. His ears had points on them that would normally be used to make someone an elf.

"A demon? What's your theme inner demons?" I smirked at him. He looked at me and the look in his eyes changed from pride to worry then back to pride again.

"Ding ding ding! Well done Yaku! I guess you can recognize your own kind, eh Demon Senpai?" He snickered at his own joke. I let out a small smile.

"Yeah yeah whatever. My theme is more creative. And it's executed perfectly!" I tilted my chin up in pride, hiding the fear inside me.

"What is your theme anyway Yaku?" Kai asked. I knew the question would come up. I was still scared to tell the truth so I gave a vague answer.

"I called it 'Where' on the sheet."

"What does it mean?" Kuroo tilted his head to the side. The look of worry was back in his eyes and it didn't match the rest of his face.

"Oh.. Uh.." I hoped to hear the bell sound, but it didn't. It was too early for that. "It's where I was touched when I was... yeah." They knew what I was implying. I didn't tell them who. That was something that I would never share. I saw the looks on their faces change to match the ones in their eyes. Fear and worry. I knew that would be some of the responses. There was one more that I knew I wouldn't get from these two. Disbelief. Someone wouldn't believe me. I am a guy. Guys are stereotypically strong. Not vulnerable. That's what I showed myself to be.

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕤. ℕ𝕠 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕛𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥. 𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕦𝕡. 𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕪𝕖𝕤. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕀𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖. ℕ𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕. 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕀 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠, 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣. 𝕂 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘.

I stood at the front of my class. "My theme is called 'Where'. I put paint on my hands and put the paint on where I was touched when I was s3xually a$$ulted." A hand shot up in the back of the class. It was a girl that always hated me. I knew what she was going to say before she even said it, so I ignored her hand. Unfortunately, she began talking anyways.

"You can't be a$$ulted if you're a guy. That's not how it works." He clenched my fists.

"That's not true! Guys are a$$ulted all the time!" I yelled at her.

"Guys would fight back. How could a girl ever overpower a guy like you?"

"USE YOUR BRAIN! GIRLS ARE STRONG TOO! PLUS, IT COULD HAVE NOT BEEN A GIRL!"

"Let's not fight over th-" The teacher tried to intervene, but it didn't work. A box of wipes had already been thrown at me. It hit me in the chest.

"Take the lie off. Did you think anyone would ever believe you?" She said. Other students in the class nodded. Some started to tell her she was being rude and she was wrong. This started a whole argument between the whole class. I ran out of the classroom to the bathroom with the wipes, tears flowing down my face quickly. I locked myself in a stall and took out my pocket knife. People always thought it was to keep myself safe. It was the exact opposite. I started to cut myself. I watched the blood pool on the ground. I heard the door to the bathroom open.

"Yakkun? It's me! Kuroo! Where are you? I want to help." I cried silently, swiping the knife over my skin. I noticed the blood started to leak out under the door of my stall, giving away my position. "Yaku, open the door." I began panting hard. It felt like I couldn't breathe. All I felt was fear. Panic. Anxiety. This wasn't new for me. It was a panic attack. "YAKU I SWEAR TO GOD, OPEN THE DOOR! I'M HERE TO HELP!" There was some sort of aura or something that picked me up and forced me to unlock the door. As soon as I did, it opened and the aura went into Kuroo as he held me tight. I couldn't stop crying. This was worse than any panic attack I've ever had.

I felt something soft and soothing go through my body. It felt like it was coming from where Kuroo's hands were. I had no idea what it was, but it definitely made me feel better. We went back to class then the teacher spoke as I was about to sit down. "Yaku, don't sit down yet, your parent is here to pick you up. Go up to the office please." I had no idea why Mom was picking me up, but I would most likely be back before practice. I grabbed my bag and went to the office. The warm feeling I had in the bathroom was still there.

I opened the office door and all good emotions I had were gone. My dad was there. Looking right at me. He had gotten out of jail, but there was a restraining order on him. He shouldn't be allowed on campus even.

"Morisuke there you are! Let's go to you doctor's appointment." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to his car. "Hey pretty baby~ Aren't you glad to see me?~" He pushed me into the back seat of his car and got in after me. I closed my eyes.

Then he was gone. So was the car. There were arms around me, running me back into the school. I didn't know who or how, but I was grateful. Super, super, super grateful.

"YAKU OPEN YOUR EYES!" I recognized the voice. Kuroo Tetsuro. It was the second time he had saved me today. He ran into the office. "The man that Yaku was just sent out with tried to rape him! There's several restraining orders keeping him away from Yaku! I was sent to keep him safe and that was as far away from safe as he could get!" My vision blurred as tears started rolling down my face, then I closed my eyes.

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝔸𝕟𝕕 ℙ𝕆𝕍 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕪 𝕐𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥

I changed everyone's memories to that Yaku's cousin saved him from his dad. I stopped my cloning and sat in class, worrying about Yaku in the back of my mind, but didn't see him again until volleyball practice.

"Kuroo, I need to talk to you." I heard his voice as I was helping Taketora with his chemistry homework so he could play at practice. He pulled my arm so we were behind the gym where no one would see or hear us. "How did you know about what happened with my dad?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did my mom tell you? She promised not to tell anyone. How did you know to stop him? Also what did you mean you were sent to keep me safe?" He wasn't gonna take the truth. I knew it. He would never. I did use my powers on him multiple times today, but I always do. He can't tell. I've changed his memory multiple times. He was passed out this time, so it probably didn't work. I still didn't know what to say other than the truth. So that's what I did.

"I know because I've been watching you. I've been watching ever since it happened. Kenma and I were sent at the same time to protect people. I know you're not gonna believe me, but I'm a demon. I also know you probably think demons are evil, but we aren't. You're never gonna believe this, so-" He interrupted me.

"I believe you."

"You what?"

"I believe you." Tears welled up in his eyes. I quickly wiped them. "I've felt eyes on me ever since it happened. They made me feel safe. They made me feel like there would be a witness if it ever happened again. Thank you so much." He hugged me, pulling me down to him. Tears welled up in my eyes this time, only because I knew the rules and what would happen because I let Yaku's dad near him.

Might as well break more rules.

I kissed him. I made a magic rose behind my back. I could tell he was shocked, but he kissed back, tears rolling down his face. I broke the kiss and held the rose out to him. He took it, then I disappeared.

"DEMON 150,719! FOR THE CRIME OF NOT ONLY FAILING TO PROTECT YOUR HUMAN, BUT ALSO FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM AND GIVING HIM THE ROSE, YOU MUST BE PUT TO DEATH."

I had always known this day would come. I closed my eyes as they set me into the fire. I felt warmth, then nothing. I was dead.

𝟚𝟜𝟝𝟙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤