"Yeah, figured... it's ok. I'm probably just over reacting anyway."
And here I am again, being ignored. He doesn't get it. He doesn't understand how badly I need Karasuma right now. This weekend has been an emotional roller coaster from hell and I could really use something to punch so I can process all of that shit. So I just shrug and decide to take matters into my own hands.
I lunged forward, making it look like I was launching a full-on assault, sliding past him and landing behind him. Korosensei's eyes widened in mock surprise, and I could see the amusement dancing in them as he effortlessly dodged my attack with lightning speed.
"Or maybe I was trying to catch you off guard so I could kill you. You have to admit I almost had you with that one."
Korosensei frowned... or gave his equivalent of a frown as I deflect the topic at hand in an effort to get him to drop it and let me go.
"Nice try, next time let's try a little more focus on the tangible attack and a little less on the emotional. If you worry me I'll only become more attentive, so maybe try something else next time, like a happy distraction"
I roll my eyes and turn towards the path down the mountain.
"Alright, I'll give it a try. Thanks for the advice korosensei."
I wanted to wait for Karasuma, but I can't with korosensei here. Guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow. Before I can exit the building I feel a reassuring tentacle on my shoulder.
"Oh and Karma, I'm always here to talk. Please don't hesitate to come to me with anything you may need. Super speed can help you build some perspective and there's no shame in asking for help now and then"He whispers.
"Yeah, yeah. See ya", I reply with a scoff.
He let's go and I start my long trek down the mountain praying that nagisa can hang in there for another day.
Nagisa POV:
As the car engine roars to life, I feel her seething rage. She waits until Karasuma goes back inside to start her scolding and any small flicker of hope I have left is immediately extinguished as she slaps my face. I feel the sting of her hand against my cheek.
The sharp glass of her ring slices my skin leaving a line of red in its wake.
It's almost comedic to imagine who she was when she got that ring. They used to be happy. She used to be happy. The perfect young couple that fell in love and dreamed of a new life together, a house near the city with a white picket fence and crystal clear windows to let all the light in. Dreams of a little girl with a loving mother and father and maybe a dog or cat too. It's pointless to dwell on how things could have been if they had just gone a bit differently. If I wasn't born would they still be happy? If I was the perfect daughter she always dreamed of, that straight A student she wants me to be, would things be better?
Unfortunately for all involved, I was born a boy, a disappointment, and a failure. So she's forced to pretend. She wears her ring like dad never left. She draws the curtains closed and plasters a terrifying smile on her face, and pretends I could still appease her. She pretends that I am that perfect daughter. She pretends all the abuse and pain is just discipline. She pretends she's a good mom. Then every once in a while I'll slip up. I'll do something stupid and break the facade and the carefully woven strings that hold her together snap. She breaks, let's out all her anger, all her pain. She blames me for it all and uses me as a punching bag to let out her rage. I can't blame her, I do the same, one glance at my arms and thighs tells you all you need to know. Something about hurting me must be cathartic. I know it certainly brings me peace when my mind gets too loud. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. My pain is a surprisingly effective tool to soak up all the sadness. It makes me feel alive again. Maybe she feels the same when she hits me.
"I can't believe you! You little slut! Dragging me all the way down here just to tell some sob story and waste the nice gentleman's time," my mother hissed, her voice dripping with disgust.
"You wasted all our time over nothing! You know full well that you deserved it for acting like that, seducing him like the whore we all know you are"
No strings- My Fault rough draft
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