fuck.

blood, scars, scabs. there were dry tears stained on your cheeks. you were sitting down, your back against the incinerator behind akademi high. you tried to kick the person standing in front of you. it was the only method of defense you could think of right now.

umeji stood in front of you, bloody bat in hand. it was your blood. he hit you again, listening to you scream in pain. “you gonna talk shit about my leader again?” he waited for your response. “are you!?”