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"Do you think I'm weird?" You questioned out of nowhere. Hanako perked up, but the Mokke beat him to it. "You are kinda weird," One-eyed spoke up, followed by the rest. You only smiled at them, though it didn't reach your eyes. Come to think of it; you seemed a little down, Hanako mused. He began to swat the bunny creatures away and settled next to you. "Where'd you get that?" You rubbed at your eyes as your emotions started to bubble. "It's not a bad thing, so to speak. Being weird is cool; I'm just overthinking it."
You began to paraphrase the words your friend had said, though it didn't make you feel better, Hanako could tell. "What's really bothering you, Y/n?" He seemed worried, and you felt even more guilty. "No, I'm fine." You wiped your eyes and tried to smile harder. "Hey. Cut it out. What's up?" You shook your head, "I don't know! I'm, well, a friend of mine confessed to me a few weeks ago." You admitted, biting the insides of your cheek. Before he could respond, you continued. "I don't like him. And I said I did." You hid your face in your hands, hoping to will down the tears. "Why did you say that?" He questioned, tilting his head a smidge. "I didn't want to hurt his feelings. And he stood there and looked at me expectantly throughout the class. I caught him staring, and I-I wanted it to stop. He's always complimenting me and getting into deep conversations. I felt bad because I lead him on. And now, it's so much worse." You hiccupped out, cursing quietly to yourself. "Why'd you ask me if you were weird?" Hanako probed, already planning the boy's death. "In general, mostly, this would probably be on the list of weird things I've done. I didn't stand up for myself, and I'm letting him push me around." You stood up now, frustration and guilt intertwining in your movements. "I wasn't supposed to be that girl! I've imagined it so many times in my mind. What I would say, what I would do, if I were ever put in a physical fight, or harassed, or even this! But I just let it happen! I'm embarrassed, and I feel like a terrible person. And you want to know what the worst part is?!" You whipped around to look at him, tears now streaming down your face. "I tried to convince myself that I actually did like him. But it was so stupid! This is all so stupid!" You then started to pace the bathroom, ignoring the Mokke's candy offerings. "I'm stupid! A-And dumb! And pathetic!" You gripped your head and laughed sadly. "Not only because of this, but the fact I'm ranting to you in the fucking bathroom. And that I'm bawling like a baby at such an easy fix. It should be easy."
You were cut off as Hanako gripped your wrists. "Stop." You stared at the floor like a puppy that realized it had upset its owner. No, wait; that was a bad example. The images you got from that gave you dangerous vibes. "Hey, look at me." He spoke softly, and you couldn't help but obey. "You are amazing, y/n. You made a mistake, but it doesn't change that fact. It seems to me this boy is pressuring you into a relationship you don't want." Hanako said matter of factly, and you nodded lamely. "Alright then, you said this has been going on for weeks?" Hanako bristled slightly, which frightened you. He took notice of it and sighed loudly. "Why did you bring it up now? Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you did. But I have a feeling you wouldn't have if you weren't in such a fragile state." You didn't answer right away, so instead, he examined your face. "He didn't hurt you, did he?!" You shook your head hard, instantly regretting it. "He's been implying things lately. And, this last time really gave me a scare. He probably wouldn't go through with it, but the way he talks about it... just gives me a bad feeling." Hanako seemed much quieter now, as he was anxious and concerned to hear your next words. "He said he wanted to do things with me. I told him I wasn't ready for anything that intimate. But he didn't let it go."
(To Be Continued)