Hisoki turned around, looking at him with a curious expression He couldn't have known. For some reason, now that Hisoki looked at him, Harley seemed awake. He slouched his shoulders, letting the line between the kitchen and living room separate them. Hisoki was about to speak, but Harley cut him off "You know, Venlafaxine Systemic, it has many uses. Including depression, anxiety, panic disorders, and social disorders. But, the cool thing about it is, yours is a whopping one hundred fifty milligrams, meaning you have something really wrong with you." Harley says calmly, taking a step to the side.
Breathe.
He's wrong.
How does he know?
Breathe.
He's wrong.
How did he find out?
Hisoki looks up at him, his normally calm voice chillingly shuddering. The air went still around the two, being sucked out by both the windows and vents. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see, what was wrong with him? Harley walks up to Hisoki, placing his hand on the professor's neck. "I don't think you have anxiety or social problems, since your a fucking teacher," He couldn't breathe. Hisoki could breathe for real now.
"But I think it's something that stems off of the two." Harley lifts Hisoki off the ground, the shorter ones' feet dangling. The basketball player smiles at him, before throwing him onto the ground. The impact flowing through Hisoki's body-
Let me go.
"I did some research on medicine, and with my basic knowledge on medicine, I can find out exactly what's wrong with you." He says, as if it's the funniest thing in the word. "H-harley, stop.." Hisoki mumbed, but the boy just kept going. "Imagine what the board will hear when they find out that one of their favorite students is a psychopath. You wouldn't be able to teach here, or anywhere for that matter.
Let. Me. Out.
Oh god.
"You wanna know something I find intriguing about you, Hisoki. You think you are a perfect teacher, perfect human being. But let me explain this to you simply," Harley harshly leans down, grabbing Hisoki's collar of his shirt, and pulling him up. "You will never be perfect." He whispers, a smirk on his face. Hisoki's eyes were blurry with tears, but he wasn't worried about himself, no, he was worried about Harley.
"Harley, please stop. Let go of me. I-I don't want to hurt you." Hisoki bags, his tears threatening to breathe. Harley glares at him, slamming him onto a wall. "You don't want to hurt… me? Wow, the fucking confidence you have. You think you can beat me in everything. God, your ego must be through the roof. Maybe that's why god had to fuck you up a little. Show you a lesson." Harley says, kneeling Hisoki in the stomach. "P-please…" He groans.
LET ME GO
Harley scoffed, rolling his eyes and laughing. "Please what? Now you wanna ask for help? After all this time beating," Punch. "Joking," Kick, "And making fun of me? Ad now you want my help?" Listening was hard, seeing was hard, breathing was hard. He stood there on the ground, shivering and shaking. "Y-you need to go-" He mumbled, but Harley only laughed. He leaned Hisoki back from the wall for a moment, just to slam him back against it, this time with much more force.
HISOKI
"Please.."
LET ME GO
"I- please.."
He could feel himself crying, tears dripping down his pale face. Harley's hand went to his neck, squeezing tightly. "Now, what if I were to kill you, right now. What would happen?" Harley taunted, as Hisoki tried to gasp for air. His vision blurred, but dark spots invaded his vision.
No no no no LET ME-
Hisoki suddenly went limp around his arm, his eyes shutting and his grip loosening. Harley was frozen for a moment, worried he had actually hurt him.
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Hisoki's eyes suddenly flashover, a darker tint suddenly there that wasn't there before. He stares at Harley, with a smile on his face. HIsoki didn't look like the crying person he was before. Hisoki looked evil.
No, not Hisoki.
The man smiled at him, and Harley looked at him back. "H-hisoki?" He asked hesitantly. He slowly took a step back, but he only took a step closer to Harley. He doesn't say anything, only shaking his head. "Try again." He said hauntingly, before kicking Harley in the stomach. The
the student gets pushed back, clutching his stomach and groaning. "Shit." He mumbled.
He glanced up, seeing him rushing up to the student. He scoffs, smirking at him, before tackling Harley to the ground. He stood there for a second, laughing. "You know, I don't know how Hisoki can just deal with your bullshit. It's incredible." He said, laughing. Harley tried to scramble to his feet, but he was slow. Another kick on the side got him laying on the ground once again, this time the pain worse. Hisoki was stronger and faster.
This wasn't Hisoki.
The man clears his throat dramatically, rolling out his shoulders. "Now, to introduce myself. My name's Sahae, and I will ruin you." He said maliciously, before going onto his knees. Harley gulps, scooting back and away from Sahae. What happened to Hisoki? Where was he? Harley was horrified, for his own life. Sahae giggled slightly when he straddled Harley, wrapping his hands around his neck. "This is for all of the things you put me through." Sahae mumbles, his voice barely audible, before his fingers tighten around Harley's neck.
He instantly reaches for oxygen, getting known. He coughs at the lack of hair, his lungs starting to burn. "S-stop.." He mumbled, wrapping his hands around his wrists. He tries to pull his hands away, but the other has a grip. Sahae giggles. "I hope you burn-"
Suddenly, Sahae stops talking, his grip loosening, instantly sucks in the fresh air he's been craving. He looked back at the other, not seeing Sahae's dark aura anymore. Hisoki stares at him, wide eyed. "H- Harley…" He whispered quietly, before hugging him. He was really about to die.
Harley let the other hug him, rub his back,and whisper "I'm so sorry" in his ear. However, Harley was too busy trying to breathe. Harley, for the first time in a long time, Harley cried. He wiped his eyes, clinging onto Hisoki's shirt. Hisoki seemed to have expected this, only continuing his mantra and rubbing Harley's back.
"I warned you.." Hisoki mumbled, which only made Harley cry harder.