♥︎𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰♥︎ - {Umeji × Reader}

Part 49

But seconds after she did, a scream echoed. Those scissors hit Osoro right in the face. Leaving an X shaped, bloody wound on her cheek.

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The bully laid on the ground. Bloody and bruised. Large chunks of her hair either pulled out or cut off. She looked back to the group, "Snitches get stitches." She vaguely threatened before walking away. Once she was gone, the bullies started crying and trying to help their friend. Osoro just stood there, her hand holding onto her face but she couldn't feel the pain any longer.

Who was that girl?

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Three days later, Osoro was coming back to the Foster Center after school. She had a bandage over her cheek from where she was cut by the scissors. The bullies never told on that girl and the girl bully was sent to the hospital. Osoro felt.. Odd about it. She didn't feel bad for the bully but instead, felt admiration for the girl who saved her. Even if she was left with a nasty cut on her face.
Osoro's heart raced at the thought of that girl. She was so tough and took on her bullies easily. Osoro wished she could've been like that.

"Crybaby!"

Osoro flinched and looked over to see some kids from her school. And of course, she'd prove them right by immediately crying. A bad habit she had. She was sensitive and her feelings were easily hurt. The kids started laughing at her and she ran away. She ran past a building, not noticing that girl leaning behind the corner of the wall, listening and watching the whole thing.

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Osoro stopped running to rub her eyes, unable to hold in her sobs and trembled breathing.

Why do they all hate me?

Osoro felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around with teary eyes to see that girl from before. "Why are you crying?" The girl cocked a brow. Osoro tried to explain but nothing could get out. "I-I-.. The-They-.." She continued to cry and rub her eyes.

"Tch. Crybaby." The girl's eyes narrowed and she glowered at Osoro. That made the blonde's heart shatter and she began to cry even more. The girl just stared at her before saying, "If you keep crying then they'll just pick on you even more." The girl said bluntly. It was almost as if she didn't care but if she didn't care then why was she even talking to Osoro.

Such a drag...

The girl couldn't help but think that. She was under no obligation to help this girl. But she couldn't help but be bothered.
The girl rolled her eyes and grabbed Osoro's wrist so she could tear her hands away from her eyes. Osoro looked up at the girl. Their expressions were nothing but different. While Osoro was sobbing with red, puffy eyes and a pitiful face, the girl was only staring at her with an emotionless look. She was staring into Osoro's soul. "I'm going to teach you to stand up for yourself." Osoro sniffled and rubbed her eyes, "You will?"

"Yeah. Oh and by the way, I'm Y/n."

"My n-name is Osoro..."

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The two of them stood in a park by a lake.

"Pretend I'm a bully. Instead of crying, I want you to hit me." Y/n ordered. She figured that if Osoro is such a crybaby then the smallest insult would make her cry. So, the goal to toughen her up and make her less emotional while also bringing out her inner aggression. Once Y/n was finished with Osoro, she'll be able to take out whole groups of people easily. Nobody will ever bully her again.