the imagination

girl named sakhura who have a disease of schizophrenia who see boy named kirishima as his father who have a crush on kirishima who has a crush on her brother

“So, I was wondering something about this.”

It was after school and Kirishima was sitting in the back of his car, listening to a lecture from the teacher on the importance of homework. He was just getting ready to leave for home when he looked up at his friend, curious about what she was going to ask him.

“What is it?”

She had her hands fiddling with her shirt, avoiding eye contact. “Do you ever wish your mom was alive?” She finally admitted, looking down at her feet.

The question took him by surprise, but he answered honestly, not thinking too much about it. “Sometimes… I mean I miss her every day, but yeah, I wish she could be here more than anything else sometimes. It makes me feel better knowing that someone out there misses her too.”

Sakhura nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. She stood up from where she sat next to Kirishima and said, “I’m going to go study. You want to come over later?”

Kirishima smiled, nodding. “Of course!” He watched as she left, wishing that he could do the same thing and just walk off to his house without anyone questioning him about it. It was something he wished for often, actually. But he didn’t have the guts to do so even when he felt alone or upset. He knew if he did it, he would feel worse.

Kirishima sighed, putting the keys back into his pocket and climbing out of the car. As soon as he stepped outside, a cool breeze came across him, bringing him a sense of relief. He closed the door behind him quietly, taking a deep breath before turning around to walk towards his home.

His family wasn’t that far away from the school, only a little over ten minutes walking distance. Kirishima always loved the quiet atmosphere, though. It was comforting for him.

Kirishima turned onto the street which led to their home, stopping in front of the large gate. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket, unlocking the gate and opening the door once he found the right one. His parents were probably at work today since they always worked overtime during the weekends. So, he was completely free.

He walked inside, shutting the gate gently behind him and walking towards the kitchen. There was no one in the living room, meaning his siblings either weren’home yet or weren’t feeling like playing outside today.

Kirishima put his backpack down on top of the kitchen counter and went to get himself some water. When he reached the fridge, however, he paused when he heard a loud crash coming from the bedroom. It sounded like glass breaking.

Shit. Is everything alright?

“Eijirou?! Where are you?!”

He quickly opened the door to his parent’s bedroom and froze. His sister, Sakhura, was lying face down on their queen bed, holding one of the wooden floor planks in her hands, tears streaming down her face as a steady stream of blood slowly seeped through the cracks in the wood.

Kirishima ran towards his sister, dropping the water bottle he had been holding and kneeling beside her, taking the board from her hand.

“Sakhura, what happened? Who broke something?” He asked frantically, his hands shaking slightly from how scared he was. She didn’t respond, instead starting sobbing louder. “Oh, shit. Sakhura, talk to me.”

She let out another sob, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Ei… Ei, I can’t find my notebook.” She cried outlooking around the room for any evidence that she had dropped it somewhere.

Kirishima bit his lip, trying to think of what to do. He didn’t know much about psychology or mental illness, so he couldn’t really help out his sister. But then again, this was Sakhura, one of the most stubborn people he knew. She would figure this out herself sooner or later.

Before he could say anything else, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. He turned his head to look at the doorway, seeing his mother standing in the middle of the entranceway. Her hair was messy from sleeping and she seemed exhausted, like she hadn’t had time to brush her teeth.

“Mom, what happened? Why did she break the floor?” He asked, standing up from the floor as his mother walked towards them.

She glanced down at her daughter. “We were fighting and she threw a pillow at me. Then she screamed at me, saying I was crazy. I don’t understand why she thinks I’m crazy, though. We’ve had our differences since we were kids, but I never thought she would be capable of such an awful act.”

“Mom, maybe she saw something while she was cleaning? Did she say anything else?”No, nothing else.”

A sudden idea struck Kirishima. Maybe, he was overreacting, but it was worth a try. “Wait, could someone have done this to her?”

He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, but judging by the look on his mother’s face, he wasn’t doing a good job. His mother shook her head, pursing her lips. “Don’t be ridiculous. No one would do this to Sakhura.”

“Well, what if-” Before Kirishima could finish talking, his phone started ringing loudly. He ignored it, choosing instead to turn his attention back towards his mother. “Could someone have slipped something into her drink earlier this week? Something that would make her act like this?”

His mother furrowed her brows, a concerned look appearing on her face. “That doesn’t make sense. None of this does. If someone wanted to hurt her, all they needed to do is snap a picture of her journal and send it to everyone. That would be enough to cause a riot and make sure no one goes near her until the culprit is arrested.”

“Maybe they wanted to frame her? They wouldn’

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