WARNING: SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE THEMES, BULLYING, MIGHT CONTAIN SENSITIVE TOPICS.

The day ahead of her felt grim.

For one reason or another, it was on a constant loop, that alarming feeling swirling inside her stomach, the students around her snickering in mislaid leisure, the four-walled classroom seeming all the more suffocating, entrapping her in horrible recollections, moments when her bully had something bitter reserved for her. Like the calm before the storm, that's how she can picture it. Her heart was pounding even though there was nothing harmful within her radius.

But she can never be sure if the hurricane will proceed or diffuse.

The uncertainty is what's making her semi-crazy, driving herself mad by assuming each minor thing to be a cue for disaster, for threats of humiliation. Normally, she disliked class hours, but right now she yearns for it to never end so that her tormentor won't get a chance to encounter her. Drag her through misery.

However, the bell still rang.

Her breath got caught in her throat. In the morning, Katsuki was strangely quiet, when she was anticipating an irate response to her meek presence and that just sealed her fate, made her think he was planning something else. She wouldn't be able to predict.

She gazes at the blonde in front of her, mindlessly admiring his hair, he hadn't gotten up, remained still, and students passed by them. The quiet atmosphere before the break was tarnished, making it all the more surreal, chatters and names sounding out boisterously in the room, and it provided her with the same feeling when she had her physical fitness test days back. Something was bound to happen.

Moments like these are exactly why she despises coming to school nowadays. She carried on her scribbling, excluding the faint shadows looming before her. It was his friends.

"Hey, loopy whatcha doing?" One of the two smugly asked, peering down at her notebook, which she possessively held onto, protecting it from being snatched away. Looking up with bright eyes, replying, "Oh, you wouldn't understand." She concluded, brushing off their baffled expressions.

"Well, we were hoping to have some fun today, wanna join us?"

Her heart skipped a beat, blinking back the sudden tears as her fears were indirectly confirmed, he had something hidden in plain sight, she answered, "No, I'm good, thanks for the offer."

They both shared a look, smirking to themselves, shrugging her off, and departing without a message. She watched them leave, that unnerving sentiment increasing tenfold. She stared at the blonde male, pressing her lips together and sowing an anxious expression on her face. She breathes out a sigh, swallowing one gulp and putting her nagging worries to the far side.

Thought, she would be able to overcome this. Like everything else.

The class was in ruins, every boy and girl shouting and talking, it was disorderly and the teacher was nowhere in the scene. A paper orb scooped by her, she perked up to see who was the cause for it, just to see her bully had taken another seat, for the time being, she oddly felt at ease, to stave off the dreadful sensation she dismissed most of everything.

Penning down notes she missed during her dearth. Palm supporting her head, her cheeks slightly hurting from how much she was leaning into her hand, she huffed, briefly shifting and conserving the havoc in her memory. 

She wondered who would get into trouble today. That one or more unlucky person to take the blame.

She simply groaned, tossing her pen and scooting backward, her ears already gotten used to the noise pollution, examining the gossiping girls in the front rows, the noisy chaps talking up a storm, while few sit by themselves and timidly mind their own business. Like her, a prime example.

The green-haired boy not far from her point of view had his head bent down and hand on the back of his neck, muttering incoherently, she coyly blinked, resuming her tedium endeavors. Shaking her toes and locking them against her ankles. Senselessly tapping her fingers, once the act of sitting idle and thinking had been overused.

Their teacher left in a frenzied hurry, after a phone call, not saying anything and bolting out the door. She assumed something horrible might have happened to his loved ones, she heard he was a married man, a wife, and no child yet, that's what she knew by eavesdropping in front of the girls behind her, they were discussing rather loudly, it wasn't her intention, and it turned out to be useful in some cases.

She's a bad person and daughter.

Glancing at the blonde and glaring with worried eyes, lips tightened and head lowered, in a minute or two, she noticed a figure flee the group with good spirits, a box of pocky, ceasing on top of the platform and clamoring.

"Guys! Y/N and Katsuki are going to play pocky!!" He yelled, the class silently absorbed his words, then roared at the idea of a scandalous scene, cheering support for the declaration. She stiffened, glancing at the crazed eyes of her classmates, rejoicing loudly, her widened eyes swiftly darted toward the boy, his smug smirk managing to ring all alarm bells in her head.

She sadly didn't have time to mull over it anymore. The noises around her grew louder.

"Come on! Get up you gotta show the boys who the girls are! Come on!!" A taunting voice rang through her eardrums and a tight hold on her arm pulled her up as others quickly surrounded her.

"No! What if we get into trouble for this!" She attempted to reason, resisting the tugs of her female classmates, Staring at her with round big eyes, desiring a reaction out of her from this decree.

"We won't!" They cheered, the girls agreeing, some more chiming in to say, "Come on! We know you've liked him for a long time! We'll support you, don't worry!" She looked at them, eyes wide and mentally comprehending the startling utterance. She pondered whatever gave them that idea, finalizing the fault on the bully himself, Katsuki.

She let herself give in to sheer pressure, finding herself on her original seat, overwhelmed by the situation at hand, hastily breathing in, thinking what she could do to get out of this while everyone was forcing her into it, drowning her, making her lose count of everything transpiring and surrender unwillingly.

She evaded eye contact, looking down, gulping, and holding her breath. Felt like she could faint any minute from this much strain and tension.

"Kats! Give her a French kiss!"

She heard someone announce, she was occupied with unsound thoughts, looking terrified as each second breezed past.

"Make her cry!" She toughened, even more, resting her trembling warm hands on her lap, her body growing warmer, her armpits wet with sweat. Strands of hair fell on her eyes, and the unbearable urge to just up and leave was intense but the hands on her shoulders kept pushing her down, she was feeling unhappy. she wanted to go home.

"Don't chicken out on me girl! Show the boys what girls are made of!!" A brunette encouraged, shaking her shoulder in mislaid enthusiasm. "We know how much you like to kiss him, don't be shy." mumbled someone beside her, she ignored them all, menacingly glaring at the wooden furniture, gripping her fist harder, wishing some other teacher would take up the class, quell this drama from accumulating.

Then, the problem itself appeared, Katsuki.

The boys cheered at his appearance.

Disapprovingly peering up at his facade, a satisfied smile and a swelling pride shamelessly pivoting his blood-red eyes into hers and sitting down as if he were born to be king, illume at her misery, drinking in all her anxious features and savoring it, his nose held up high, looking down at her. She struggled to steady her breathing, regularly attempting to draw in quick and shallow breaths, just so she couldn't pass out, but to no avail, she was troubled.

"Where's the pocky? Who has the pocky?!" The group exclaimed, thrilled to see this unfold, to watch a victim and her bully, share their first kiss. The young girl had resorted to silence, submissively allowing it to be forced upon her, waiting for it to pass so she could look back and pat herself for a job well done, to have endured it. Even if she could do something, the odds against only her were too great.

In those final tense moments, they both gazed at each other, then, he leaned forward, prepared to steal her first. She took another inane breath and moved towards him, everything else around them seeming unimportant, dull, and insignificant. She focused on the delicacy, he daringly kept his eyes on hers, and in a space between one and two, they began.

She slowly advanced, softly chewing, the blonde impatiently eating his side of the pocky, nearing hers, inching closer, their lips soon to attach, and then he'd take the lead, the girl timidly continued, her heart pounding, eyes unable to focus on anything other than her bully, she never thought she would come this close to his face, have their lips connect, and have her first kiss. She felt disgusted, with herself.

"They are about to kiss!!"

She recoiled, his face now intimately near but unfortunately, found herself being pulled inwards and a pair of lips crashed on top of hers, she had no time to breathe, to think, to prevent. The crowd's glees echoing in her ears, she quickly sealed her mouth, denying him access, his tongue gradually urged her lips apart, forcing an entry inside, the faint chocolate flavor lingered, and she wanted to wash her mouth out after this, forget it ever ensued, push it to the remote part of her brain, forget.

When they parted, she felt revolted, disgusted, a sudden thought coming to mind, his saliva was inside her mouth, she could feel it, her stomach twisted in aversion, she glanced down, her breath stuck in her lungs, the blonde boy genuinely grinned as the boys egged him on, permitting any opinions they had without a second notion, he enjoyed the expression on her face.

She briefly peered up, their eyes met, and she regretted it. He widely smiled, letting her know this was his way of giving her a lesson about not ignoring him. She blinked the tears, gulping, hysteric thoughts running rampant.

She needed space, she really couldn't take it. She had to go, she just wanted to go home.

Dismissing the shouts and blisses.

She ran.

She arrived at the restroom, tiny droplets of water flowing down her cheek, her movements slow and shaky, wiping the drying tears, she ceased in front of the stalls, breaking down in earnest sorrow, sobs ripping out of her throat, sharp inhales coursing out her mouth, vision hazy, cloudy, a shattered sort of sentiment burning inside her chest.

She sobbed, a weak sound escaping her lips, her eyelashes drenched in salty tears, her whole face feeling as though it was in flames like she was exploited, robbed of something.

Nobody was there to comfort her.

She was by herself, alone.

She wonders if she could just end it. By leaving the school, leaving him behind.

The day at school had just been completed, she got up, packed her stuff swiftly, and raced to the entrance before fixing her stare at her bully who had followed behind her.

She heard his footsteps and picked up her pace, turning to a corner where teachers were present, standing there for a short period, glaring at the blonde who stopped right behind the elders, her lips tightened, her eyes darting to the boy shooting him a stern glare. He returned the gesture, more aggressively.

"The students were causing a lot of commotion during your class today, please do not just leave during class hours again." She overheard one of the teachers, although not concentrated enough to take note of, she was brisk in finding a way out without leading him on. "I'm so sorry, my wife had gone into labor, so I did not have the time to inform you."

She lost focus for a split second.

She looked back, finding him right on her heels, she gasped, imposing some space in between, "Our kiss was... Passionate, wasn't it? You can't deny it, I'm a good kisser." He said she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, wanting to say it was disgusting.' He tried to close the distance between them, not shy enough to keep his eyes off her.

"Why haven't you been picking up my calls? Still, trying to ignore me? After everything I've done." He muttered, leaning closer, appearing more gentle in his body language than she remembered.

"You liked that kiss, didn't you? You better pick up my calls today." He coyly threatened, pinching her chin upwards, mumbling, "Plus, I have a tutoring session for you." He added, sneering at the sight of her panic-stricken veneer.

Jolting back and quickly moving her legs to gallop, soon heard his loud thundering footsteps sounding out in the hallway.

"Get back here!" He exclaimed.

She closed her eyes and carried on, only quickening her steps after spotting a teacher around the corner, not wishing to get caught running and shouting in the hallway, she sprinted towards the back entrance, only a second late before she was spotted and about to be called out.

"I'm going to kill you!!" She heard him yell right as she exited the building and nearly fell after tripping on a rock, she knew he wasn't going to follow her now.

But, online communications were still a present problem for her.

She looked back one last time, then proceeded her exhausted and adrenaline-filled marathon home.