daybreakacademy

Who: Yuya and you
When: First week or so of October
Where: Around Campus
What: Yuya deals with the consequences of trying to kill people in a fae-induced haze.
Warnings: Trauma talk about violence, attempted murder, etc. Bullying??

[Face the Music]

[The year doesn't start like the others. The horror of what Yuya's done during the night of the Hunt sets in quickly--all the people he terrorized and hurt before he was pulled from it. Targetting his friends, dragging Odd-Eyes into a frenzy through his connection--so he doesn't make it to classes his first week back, so sick with himself.

But he can't hide forever. On the first of October he trudges through the halls to class, strangling his book bag in his arms with his head held down.

The whispers start in the hallway, but it isn't until he sits down at his desk and he looks up that he realizes how... wary some people are. Quick, nervous glances pointed his way and switching seats to put distance between them until he's isolated by empty desks.

Yuya stares ahead, hands trembling, completely lost to his classwork as he counts down the seconds until he can run out of there.]

[Penalty]

[He tries to avoid everyone everywhere else. That's easier for his friends, whose habits he knows better to dodge the hallways they go down, their rooms or lunch periods. But he doesn't know everyone he pursued, even rememeber all of them clearly, and sometimes when avoiding the crowd he's blindsided.

It's the girl, standing next to a boy a little taller than her. The one with the shield, and she's one he does recall immediately when he sees her--her arm wrapped in bandages and a tense recognition locking her whole body up when they make eye contact. Oh, he'd certainly tried to kill her.

Yuya takes a step back, croaking a weak sound from his throat as he tries to speak. To apologize, even if no words are going to be enough. Maybe he moves too quickly, or the wrong way, because the boy lunges into action immediately. He grabs Yuya's arm and shoves him against the wall, and Yuya curls in on himself.] You--

I'm sorry! [Like sorry is really enough, and doesn't he have every right to be mad at him? Doesn't she?]

[Extra Curricular]

[He sneaks by the sign up sheets for clubs towards the end of the day, where he thinks he can miss most of the people. His name is already on there, of course, as one of the first in preparation for running the club for the new year. Right next to Nana's.

Yuya grabs the pen connected to the clipboard, setting it firmly to the paper. He hesistates, biting his lip... then slowly drags it over his name, back and forth to cross it out.]

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[He thinks he can avoid most people. Unfortunately, Yuya's luck really seems to be in the pits with no signs of getting any better. Gunvolt had been on the lookout for him since the incident, but never went out of his way to pursue him relentlessly or with purpose.

But the one bit of good fortune Yuya had when it came to GV, though, was that he wasn't exactly raring for a second round. In fact, he's in his school uniform, with no sign of his Dart Leader or any other weapon at all... though he did approach Yuya quietly, and deliberately.

Of course, he sees what Yuya's doing with the sign up sheet.]

...You know, she's not going to be happy about that.

[Yuya freezes when he hears that voice. He doesn't dare turn around.]

... She'll hear about what happened. [Of course someone is going to go to the council president, tell her all about how her best friend went on a rampage. She might already know--he hasn't been willing to talk to her to find out. That's even lower than quitting the drama club.]

[Gunvolt doesn't make any moves to be more confrontational, keeping a short distance between them. In truth, he wasn't sure how he should fully approach this. He knows his friend isn't dangerous normally, but GV also wasn't sure what his boundaries should be in a situation like this.

...Plus, he still wanted answers, but that could come in due time.]

Do you really think that'll matter? To her?

If it doesn't, it'll matter to everyone else. [And his reputation will drag her down. He's only going to bring her suffering no matter what he does, but at least this way the pain only comes from him.]

[Gunvolt's quiet for a brief moment, letting Yuya's statement settle in, to try to understand it.]

Gack everyone else. You always loved being part of drama club. You were happy there. Is this really what you want?

[It's not, but he's also not sure he can stand being in front of all those people watching him like a monster. He doesn't have any assurance he won't end up that way again, does he?]

Yeah. [It'll be the best thing for now. He lets out a breath before looking over his shoulder, to just barely peek at Gunvolt.]

I don't believe that for a second. But it's your choice to make, so...

[When Yuya peeks at him, he'll see GV standing at... relative ease. He's a little tense, but it's not a sort of "fight-or-flight" sort of tense. He's not afraid, nor is he spoiling for a fight. His face, though, is stoic, and his blue eyes might be a little more piercing than usual.

He still really hadn't made up his mind how to feel about all of this yet. He'd been briefed about what The Hunt was since it happened, and he'd put together a fair amount himself during the event itself. But he still had unanswered questions.

...So he had to ask. Instead of a drier tone, GV spoke... plainly, if a little awkwardly. He tried his best not to sound accusatory, though concern for Yuya himself did bleed through.]

Look. ...I don't really know how to be delicate about this, so I'm just going to ask you up front: What on earth happened to you? Of all people on campus... you were the last person I expected to end up like that.

I... [Yuya grips the pen tighter, turning his head down. He hadn't wanted to tell people about it--hadn't wanted to spread it around, but now it's going to be pretty obvious there's something wrong with him, isn't there.]

There's a... a daemon inside me. I don't know, I didn't realize anything was happening to me until... [Until the Hunter left and his influence on Yuya waned, leaving him with what he'd done. Leading up to it, chasing his friends to kill them, he hadn't realized anything was wrong.

If it wasn't all him, why wasn't it clear it was taking over?]

A daemon...?

[Gunvolt repeated, shock replacing the stoicism he was trying hard to project. That... well. If that's true... that would certainly explain a lot, wouldn't it?]

...So you don't even remember hearing the call at all? It just... hit?

[Yuya nods slowly. He remembers the moment he pursued it, crawling out the window to Odd-Eyes. He just doesn't remember it first seeping into him. Was it the case for everyone else? He doesn't know who did or didn't hear it--Gongenzaka didn't seem to be taken in by it.]

I didn't... I don't want to hurt anyone like that again.

...You never wanted to in the first place, either.

[It's easy enough to read that from his sorrow, the self-loathing plain in his eyes and demeanor. It's easy for Gunvolt to believe that Yuya's being sincere on that.]

Before I get ahead of myself and make assumptions, what do you know about that daemon inside of you? Has it ever caused trouble for you before now?

[Yuya wraps his arms loosely around himself.] I know who it is, and... about how long he's been there. He never did anything directly before, but--but I knew he was there, and could have. I didn't want anyone to find out...

[Gunvolt remained quiet for a few moments. He really didn't know what to expect with this whole thing, and he knows his knowledge is too limited to really get into the could'ves and should'ves.]

So this was the first time it's ever acted up. You're not the only one I know dealing with something like that, so I get why you kinda want to keep it on the down-low. Can't really blame you.

[And in that, he's plainly honest. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, but it's a daunting prospect to face. And while Gunvolt had more willingness to face ugly truths in front of him thanks to his life experiences, he knew not everyone handled things the same way.]

So I guess it comes down to asking you what's next? What are you gonna do about it? And how I can help you, if you want it. Even if it's just still being your friend and having your back.

[Because even if GV was being blunt in facing the elephant in the room, to him, Yuya was still a friend. And he knew if he'd asked Yuya for help, he'd give it. He had to help pay that forward, if it was wanted.]

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