(Y/N) sighed for about the hundredth time that week. She and Reiji had been working on the project non-stop every lunch in order to, in Reiji's words, 'make sure that nothing could possibly be messed up.' This was of course directed towards (Y/N), but she knew it better than to argue with him. The only good thing that had come out of working with Reiji every single day was the fact that she and Saburo had become better friends, seeing as how they would always run into each other on their way to music theory. He had even become quick friends with Masato and Ayako.
She now sat in science, next to the flirt king himself. It was true that he had toned down a little bit since the two had been sitting next to each other, but that day he seemed especially flirtatious. Yukio was almost constantly "complimenting" and saying other things to (Y/N). She had gotten used to the occasional pickup line now and then, but she was beginning to lose her temper. Ever since that first day, Kimi and most of her friends in science would give her dirty looks whenever Yukio so much as glanced her way. It might have been that they were jealous because Yukio hadn't really talked to them in class after that first day.
Now, with Yukio talking to her almost nonstop, Kimi and her possie in the class were just about to burst. Now (Y/N) thought that things would get a little bit better and things might settle down a tad, but as had been happening as of late, her luck took a turn for the worse.
Her teacher had decided so generously to let students work together in pairs and pick their partners. And while (Y/N) was hoping she could get away from the flirty boy and let one of the other girls work with him, once the teacher had finished talking, Yukio immediately grappled onto her arm and practically yelled, "(Y/N) and I will work together!" And her face automatically fell when she saw the looks she was getting from the other girls in the class.
It's not that she didn't like Yukio, she might have even considered him a friend, it was just that he couldn't seem to realize that he was making her life a bit harder than it needed to be. She didn't have to have everyone like her, but (Y/N) didn't want almost half the class to hate her guts. Like she had experienced before, bullying and harassment wasn't such an uncommon thing at that school.
So there she sat, waiting for Yukio to grab the sheet they were supposed to be working on from the teacher. While he was up, Kimi just happened to pass by (Y/N)'s desk and give her a little scoff. (Y/N) returned the gesture with a roll of her eyes, but she did try to make it slightly less noticeable so that Kimi was not made more upset. (Y/N) could not believe that this was happening to her. Even though Yukio was being the flirtatious one, (Y/N) was positive that the narrative was being flipped to make her seem like a whore, which in itself was a ridiculous notion.
Yukio returned to the table, wearing his brightest smile yet. He never seemed to take note of how the other girls treated her, and it's not that (Y/N) wanted him to do something about it, she just hoped that after seeing that he might back down a little bit.
He immediately started talking, but after a while, he realized that (Y/N) was not responding at all.
"Hello?! Earth to (Y/N)!" He exclaimed loudly in her ear, and she flinched from the unexpected noise.
She turned towards Yukio, who now wore a softened expression.
"Hey, you alright?" He asked with concern in his voice, and at first, (Y/N) didn't know if he was pranking her or not.
But after a few moments of silence, she could tell he was serious and spoke up, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just spacing out a bit because I️ got hardly any sleep last night." She played it off coolly, not really wanting to let Yukio know that he was, in fact, the reason she was so distracted.
Yukio gave an unsure look, but he discarded any thought of questioning (Y/N) further.
"Okay, then let's start working on this worksheet, doll!" Yukio exclaimed optimistically, his eyes gleaming with joy.
(Y/N) just gave a little nod and began looking over the worksheet.
After about half an hour, the duo had finished their classwork, and we now waiting for the rest of the class to finish.
A couple of minutes later, as (Y/N) sat in silence, she could feel something jab her side lightly. She ignored it, knowing full well that Yukio was just trying to get her attention. He continued to poke her until he finally gave up, at least that was what (Y/N) had thought. Yukio quickly began tickling the girl, and she began to burst out laughing, all while trying to get Yukio off of her. Now (Y/N) did not laugh loud enough for the entire class to hear, all be it was an odd laugh, but Kimi and her friends took immediate notice and began staring daggers at the girl.
(Y/N), all though she would have normally taken notice and tried her best to settle down, continued to laugh with glee. After continued failed attempts to free herself, Yukio finally stopped. She giggled a little bit longer, but soon quickly realized how this would come off to the other girls and tried to settle herself down.
Meanwhile, Yukio smirked and set his chin on his hand, his turquoise eyes giving off an aura like those of a cat.
"I️ have to say, doll, I️ definitely didn't mind touching your body." Yukio slipped out slyly, giving (Y/N) a look she couldn't read very well.
To this, she immediately blushed and looked in the other direction. Yukio laughed at the girl's reaction.
"Aw, are you embarrassed?" Yukio teased, and the girl speedily shook her head.
"No... that's just a weird thing to tell someone." (Y/N) responded before she could even really think of what to say.
At that point, Mr. Kurihara had begun talking about homework and upcoming tests and whatnot. (Y/N) began packing away her things, and by the time the bell rang, she was almost out the door.
Unfortunately, as she made her way to her next class, her shoulder was forcefully grabbed, and she was pulled to a deserted section of the school with no teachers in sight. (Y/N) turned around to see Kimi looked at her with a deadly look, at least three girls right behind her.
(Y/N) put on her calmest face possible, "Is there a problem?" She asked the girls with a deadpan look.
Kimi's jaw clenched at (Y/N) question, and her grip on her shoulder tightened intensely, leaving (Y/N) wincing slightly from the pain.
"Damn straight there's a problem," Kimi said harshly, but not loud enough for anyone else in the hallway to hear.
(Y/N) had to admit that she was quite intimidated, as most of the girls surrounding her, including Kimi, played sports and were pretty fit. She knew Kimi to be a pretty reasonable person, not one to completely lose her cool, but now (Y/N) could only hope that she'd be let off with a warning.
The other girls began badmouthing her:
"You bitch, you stole Yukio!"
"He doesn't even like you!"
"You deserve to die, you slut-faced whore!"
(Y/N) continued to look Kimi straight in the eyes. what they said stung, but the whole situation was just ridiculous. Who cares this much about a boy?
Kimi continued on, "You know, (Y/N), I actually kind of thought you were a good person, but you're really such a whore."
(Y/N)'s brows furrowed, and she knew that she wasn't just going to let them put her down like that.
"Look, I know that you're probably mad at me, for whatever reason but I don't control whether someone talks to me instead of you. And I️ know he sits next to me and all, but the fact that he hardly even notices you all anymore might just go to show who he actually doesn't like." (Y/N) knew that they wouldn't take what she was saying very well and that they would probably tell everyone in the entire school how much of a selfish jerk she was, but she knew she couldn't let them treat her like that.
"What the fuck. I can't believe you, you stupid bitch," Kimi said as she pushed up (Y/N) against a wall. "Do you know who you're talking to? I'm going to make sure everyone in the whole fucking school knows what a filthy slut you are." She paused, smirking slightly. "Well, not before we hurt you a little. Don't worry, there won't be enough evidence for you to tell anyone."
The girls behind Kimi affirmed this with their fearsome stances and stone-cold eyes.
(Y/N) felt a pang of dread hit her heart. She felt like a lamb unto the slaughter, completely defenseless. She wasn't going to lie, she was a bit shocked. But she did seem to forget every once and a while that school is shit. The girl began to feel something well up in her eyes.
"Yeah, I think we're going to cut this shit out right now. You're not telling anyone." A masculine voice called out.
Kimi and all her friends turned around, and (Y/N) looked up with her fierce but now teary eyes.