DISCLAMER I don't own Furuba! If I did, Hatori would be officaly paired with Ayame. :D
WARNINGS Slight spoilers? Takes place after Akito threw the vase at Yuki.
AUTHOR NOTES More Yuki fic! Someday, I will do something different, I swear. xD
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It stings, it hurts, his life is oozing out of the little cut on his forehead and he hopes the red doesn't show through the bandage.
But he is proud of it, because it means he stood up to Akito for the first time. Showed he could do it, even if he was afraid. That he's stronger than everybody thought. His fake smile barely shakes as he assures Honda-san that he's alright, he only tripped. And he's proud that he really, honestly doesn't care when Kyo scoffs about his clumsiness. He's proud that he eats enough at dinner to stop Honda-san's worried looks, even when it upsets his stomach and he has to excuse himself to spill his soul to the cold white toilet bowl, heaving and muffled sobbing with dry tears.
As he leaves the bathroom and looks in the mirror, he half-way hopes it scars. It will mar his perfect image and the fangirls would find it tragic, but it would be his proof that he isn't worthless.
Besides, girls always think scars are manly. Maybe then Kyo would stop making fun of him for being such a girl. But he really doubts it, because none of us ever really change.