Ryota

                                    

                                          
Yuri POV
Warning: contains sexual assult and mentions of self harm
At first I waited outisde the clubroom, but then rembered with a jolt that I had forgotten Death Note in my locker. Natsuki would be disappointed if I forgot it, and besides I was enjoying it a lot. I told myself that Natsuki wouldn't mind if I wasn't there when she exited, I could just run back. So I set off to my locker, which was on the second floor.
I was walking down the corridor, trying to find my locker, when the worst person possible at that moment shouted after to me,
"Yuri! Oh Yuuuuri!"
It was Ryota. I should have ran, but I still didn't have Death Note and my brain seemed to be frozen. Besides, Ryota was a member of the Sports Club so was defiantely faster than me. He caught up to me and grabbed my shoulders from behind.
"G-get off Ryota!" I shouted, although nobody could hear me.
"Or what?!" He breathed heavily, his lips already close to my neck.
"I-" I gasped at my started to kiss my neck. My fight or flight instinct kicked in and I dug my elbow into his chest. He let go and I tried to stumble away, but he caught my wrist. I gasped in pain, his hand was squeezing against my cuts.
"I know your secret Yuri..." He muttered, and pushed me against the lockers with a bang. "Want me to tell Pinkie about you 'little hobby'?"
"I... don't know what your talking about!" I muttered, teeth gritted. He chuckled and his hand slid my sleeve up, revealing my cuts.
"N-no!" I gasped, "Please don't tell a-anyone!" He ignored me and took out his phone from his blazer pocket and snapped a photo.
"I won't if you promise to be a good girl and don't tell anyone about this!" He thrust himself forward and his lips met mine. I gasped and tried to back away, but I was already pressed against the lockers. His tongue poked through my lips, and I bit hard on it.
"Son of a-" He backed off and wiped his mouth, which to my dismay wasn't bloody. "You're going to pay for this!"
"Ryota please! I'll do anything else!" I begged, but he was smirking.
"Beg a little more Yuri, it's so adorable..." His hand slid up my thighs, the other hand reaching up my shirt.
"Stop! Please!" I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut, willing myself to be anywere else.
"I've been watching you a little while Yuri..." He whispered, "It seems you've fallen for Pinkie."
"N-no!" I whimpered, "I don't... I won't- just please stop!"
"As much as it's hot thinking about you kissing girls..." He muttered, "I want you Yuri. Doesn't it feel nice to know that? I bet Pinkie doens't love you as much as I do..." He slowly unbuttoned my top button, then the second one...
"I don't like you! I hate you!" I cried. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. His touch was infecting me, seeping into my pores.
"You don't mean that..." He crooned but I could sense his anger behind the words and his fingers tightened making me let out a small scream, "But if you tell Pinkie you love her I will be very upset you understand?" I nodded, every inch of my skin screaming to get away from his slimy touch, "I'll tell her you cut yourself. I have proof after all. She won't love you after that. She'll think you're a freak. Understand?"
"Yes..." I whimpered, and he finally let go.
"I'll see you at the festival." He smirked, then walked off.
I didn't care about Death Note anymore. I just needed to get home and wash off his fingerprints. It still felt as though he was touching me. Stumbling, I ran out of the building, and ran all the way home.

Woo 2 chapters in 1 day :DD
Sorry for the short chapter but this is pretty important for the story ;)
Have a nice day <33