57 Chapter 56

Yacchan P.O.V. 1st Person

(y/n)'s eyes drifted open slowly. I had just been panicking that they were dead, but now it was all alright. "(y/n)? (y/n)?" I called, trying to get them to look me in the eye.

"Yacchan?" They asked, rubbing their palm against their forehead. They seemed to barely be remembering what happened. It was still pouring out, we had to get somewhere safe and dry. 

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

They nodded, "You?" 

"I only have a scratch, but we should move. It doesn't look like the storm is going to stop." But they hissed in pain as they tried to stand. They pointed to their ankle which was swollen and scraped up. I helped to support (y/n) as we searched through the trees. "Can you walk?"

"Sorry," they muttered, eyes drooping to the floor.

"It's alright. It can't be helped. It's good I fell after you." But I barely had the energy to even joke right now. They clung onto me so tightly, body pressing up against me. In the distance I saw an old looking school building. The one I pointed out earlier along this path. "Let's go in there and dry up."

I grew nervous as we entered the ever dark halls. This place was the true courage test. They said it would be over quickly, yet here I was instead. I shouldn't have gone in the first place. 

I set (y/n) down by a window that was coated in smudges and dust. It was quiet for a long while between us. They pulled up their pant leg to reveal an unpleasant wound. (y/n)'s shirt lifted up as they massaged a nasty cut barely below her breast. I blushed, looking away. But I kept glancing back. Wet clothes clung tightly to their figure, and they had the most adorable yet vulnerable expression on their face. It was more attractive than it should have been. They messed with their shirt uncomfortably. "I'm all wet.".

I was getting so turned on by all of this and so frustrated with my struggle for self control. Before I knew what I was doing I had them pinned to the floor and a fistful of their wet shirt in my grasp nearly ripping it off. "Stop being so fucking hot!" I yelled. (y/n) stared up at me in shock, and I loosened my grip. I smiled the usual fake smile, "Hmmm?"

"I'm sorry," they replied, burying their head in their knees. But (y/n) was still doing it. Or maybe I was just getting horny from being alone with them in here.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as if nothing had happened. But she didn't seem to be believing my act anymore. "Shit, quit talking all sexy like that and displaying your body for the whole fucking world to see. People would think you want them to rape you with the way you're acting." (Not Yacchan contributing to rape culture…, sorry y'all this be a big theme in this fic)

(y/n) seemed bothered by my words, but what was the point in pretending to be some goody-two-shoe when I'd let this side of me slip too many times in front of them. I thought back to when I got all mad at them a few weeks before. (y/n) hadn't said anything about it since. "I don't mean to. If you just clearly tell me what it is you want me to stop I will."

"Forget it," I sighed. Pinning her down, I quickly crawled on top of them, "You better fix what you caused. I'm not letting you go without another fuck."