His blonde hair invaded her vision.

Board shoulders leaning back to her occupied desk had her annoyed, the space in-between had diminished his chair right behind her table, with much she shifted backward and allowed some invisible wall to subsist whilst she fought the urge to hold in her shaky breath. His signature fragrance of roasted sugar, sweat, and the underwhelming smell of oranges mixed in had her stomach churning unpleasantly.

His elbow suddenly plopped on her notebook as he smirked imagining her distraught features, glaring holes straight through his skull. The teacher had yet to say anything, excessively involved in his desultory lecture.

She aimed to push his arm off the furniture, but he simply flashed her a glare and replaced them the same. Advising not to attempt anything of sorts, this had to top off as the worst day at school. For her.

Only for her.

She expectantly came to school with the idea of sitting in the far seats, admiring the greenette's blob of hair, disheveled and his slumped posture vigorously writing down notes and points throughout the day. She furrowed her eyebrows to focus on whatever she had neglected, missing her peace of mind already. On the other hand, her bully never did any of those, modeling in his chair like he controlled the place, not bothering to document anything of less significance.

He had forced her to sit and she insisted on saying 'no' but the pressure he used on her to yank her down and hit her ankle in the process prevented her from returning to her beloved spot, and her one-day seat had already been taken. She'd miss it dearly.

She was stuck with him now.

Indolently glancing at the platform thinking, about what else she could do or reflect upon, the class felt it had been going on for an hour, no spoken words remained inside her head and the irascible person before her had sapped off her energy to endure.

A hand tapped her shoulder, facing towards her right, she glimpsed at a crumpled sheet being handed to her, and she took it.

Wordlessly, straightening it outwards, she begins to comprehend the contents.

'You didn't come yesterday.'

The first sentence started as such.

'You forgot it, didn't you? Should have expected it from you, you are shameless, after all, bet it was enjoyable getting so much attention on your underwear.'

Her heart missed a beat, her eyes demurely softening, her lips curling down and going stiff.

'I don't get why you are so oblivious, why can't you just leave? Those two days that you weren't present were the most peaceful days in my life!'

Gradually, she could feel the hatred oozing off that girl. Her willpower took a hard hit, tears assembled mere seconds away. Why is she onto her? What did she do?

'You see, I have so much more to tell! It's private, but you can know. I'm being very generous.' It finished and signed.

Aoi Yoshikawa

She quickly shoved it inside her pocket, watching the time lane as her mind went cold. So many thoughts, she had to mentally shut down for a while. Ineffectively dismissing the blonde.

During the lunch break, she confronted the girl with grey eyes and raven hair, Aoi striking a pose that stuck out to her as pridefulness. She looked at her, immodestly studying her practiced composure Aoi smiled.

"Glad to know I got through to you now, why don't we talk elsewhere?" The girl suggested but she shook her head. Declining her offer, she said, "It would be better if we talk here itself, I mean what's wrong with that? Have you been telling him about everything I wore or did?" She contested.

Aoi's face grew bitter, lips tightly sealed and tugged down, she removed her resting crossed leg and pressed herself closer.

"What if I had?" She joked.

Her eyes narrowed at the smirking girl, who seemed thrilled by her affliction.

"I could get you into trouble." she dared.

The girl glared down with distrust and contempt, rubbing her lips and scowling at her silhouette.

"As if. Then I could get you into trouble as well, besides, your secret relationship is bound to get you into a serious problem, don't you think?" The girl simpered.

"Excuse me? What are you talking about? I don't have any romantic relationships with anyone, are you going to fabricate a lie in hopes of getting yourself in trouble." she swiftly retaliated, folding her hands and grimacing down at her tactics. Feet firmly glued to the ground, densely holding onto the skin of her arm and clamping her raging negative notions.

"Yeah right, you sick freak. As if you aren't being intimate with your bully right now." Aoi dolefully replied, gratuitously inculpating her, assuming she was sleeping with her tormentor, with her bully, with Katsuki.

The troubled look had overstayed its welcome, she slightly opened her mouth, her face unable to conceal the shock and appall because whatever Aoi or her entire classmates thought of them, lovers were far from it, they were two coins of different currencies, they did not resemble nor is his degrading manners an affectionate gesture towards her or anyone, so what gave them the right to accuse her? What gave them a reason to think they were partners?

Her eyebrows twist inwards, dipping her arms to the sides, and she slowly begins to talk. Staring directly into the girl's grey eyes, wide and cautioning her to step back and re-evaluate her scurrilous words she quipped.

"What part of your claims seems right?" she lowly muttered, inclining forward to further exert her demanding glare. She tilted her face when no answer had greeted her ears, jutting her chin onward. "What part of it seemed right? I need to know," she stressed, her voice dangerously pitching up toward the end of her speech, shifting tones, the look in her stare prompting the girl to prevent meeting eyes. While still maintaining a sour expression.

"Because every day he tortures me, he steals away my peace, to gain a little pleasure. If you thought we were more than that, you need to get your head checked."

At that moment, it didn't occur to Aoi to list why she had guessed it according to the rumors, a so-called secret relationship between the bully and his girlfriend. Because she had plenty of reasons to think otherwise. 

And she had to look away to think, had she unknowingly invaded her classmate's privacy with a boyfriend who wasn't even a friend? After she traded so many things about her, to him, without ever questioning why, why did she do that?

Also, giving him the exact address of her home after he asked to know 'where she lived' she thought it was out of concern, wanting to see her. Prior to handing him so many more of her stolen goods just to save her own skin, she was encouraging him. Had she caused this?

Was she in the wrong, all along?

It was odd how she never thought how bizarre his teasing was, all while she was under the disgusted impression of them both taking abrupt strides towards a very close relationship, doing intimate things, doing things most wouldn't at their age. She was threatened.

Whatsoever did he do with the items he made her steal from her classmate, her notebooks, her hairband, her likes, and dislikes, how she looked without any clothes on in the changing room, and most recently, wanting her to go to her house and get the things he wanted.

Her thoughts had deformed into guilt reduced to a loathing being.

She should have known he'd made her do it cause of his pride. Cause he'd ruin his reputation if he was ever ratted out.

Both of them were glad that the blonde's presence was not present in the room.

The tension had accumulated between them. Nobody around them could deny that.

But on the girl's part, the most prominent feeling was remorse.

She arrived home.

Exhausted, drained, saddened, and on the brisk path to her bedroom, stopping upon listening to a certain ringtone circling inside her space, she hesitantly entered eyeing her chiming phone, vibrating on the table, coupled with books and a box like-lamp. She closed the distance, peered down at the caller ID, and found his name.

Her heart dropped, dragging herself back and allowing the buzz to go unanswered, ignored, and muted. Staring at the phone from across her bed till it goes quiet again, only for the peace to be shattered by a loud knock on the front door, she quickly stood up, racing down to stop her mother from receiving the door and granting her bully the permit to step inside.

"Mom! Mom!" She urged, clasping both her hands on her mother's shoulder and physically holding her back from making any movement towards the entrance.

"Don't open the door!" She said in a hushed manner, eyes blown wide and frantic. "What? Why?" Her mother inquired, astonished, plainly gawking at her hyper-daughter.

"Because I don't want him to come and torture me again.!" Reasoned she, frowning, lips deeply curled down, panic written all over her utterance.

"Torture? What are you talking about?" Her mother slightly raised her voice, observing her daughter's eyes anxiously dart to the door, breathing in and out rather fast.

"Is it your classmate who tutored you?"

She stifled, swallowing and incapable of steadying her gaze. "Please... Please just say I've gone out or slept." She begged with a whimpering voice, taking in a facile puff of air through her mouth.

Her mother silently watched, pacing to the door as the banging intensified while the girl booked it to her room, softly slamming the door shut and settling on her bed, her heart pounding and her stomach stirring dreadfully, she felt like throwing up.

The muffled noises of two voices taunted her senses, she couldn't focus on calming down and gathering her turbulent thoughts, simply hunching and bending her head, hands retained between her thighs, her foot impatiently tapping the floor. Uneasiness brimming to the top, she had disregarded her need to let herself take in a deep breath.

She slowly inched towards the window, after the ambience had lowered and instantly captured the sight of him, dressed in casual clothes striding ahead to leave the area, abruptly ceasing in his tracks. She couldn't see what he was doing with his back turned, but eventually, he brought his phone to his ears, indicating he was calling her again.

She didn't check nor did she get up to purely confirm it, his body language was clear, and he was getting frustrated. She had dodged his advances to walk her home by pretending to stay back at school and sneaking out via the lower classroom windows, practically throwing her bag over the cement fence and struggling to land on the other side after she used boxes to boost herself up.

It wasn't a terrible idea, it had its undeniable flaws.

He had come near to catching her red-handed once, he was smart enough to loiter on the floors to get a hold of her after discovering her missing.

He was probably about to get harsh with her if he caught her, in her house though.

He's at a disadvantage.

He glared in her direction, breathing heavily. Thinking how he was going to make her day-to-day operations worse.