『A crystal can only reveal its hidden structure when fractures thread through its inclusions』
Jewelry embedded with the finest of gemstones will always capture a person's attention. Whether it be through the flurry of colors running through the glas...
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『ARC TWO: CAREFUL STEPS』
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The ghosting of Yoshimi's rough fingertips lingered on the fabric of Tanami's shoulder. With a quirk of the corner of his lips, the fifteen-year-old lightly placed a curved hand to his chin as he narrowed his aqua eyes at the dead body lying inside the dirty bathwater. "We should begin. I don't know how long Kohei-san expects us to take."
"...right," the word slipped out of Tanami's lips automatically as Yoshimi pivoted to say something to an annoyed Daiki. The pink-haired teen was not thrilled that he was told to perform something he did not excel at and began to retort. Daiki knew the basics, like how to perform CPR and some other things but still, it was not fair.
She drew a hand up her neck to cup the back of it as she rolled her head. A comforting pop came from her neck and a sigh of content rolled off her tongue. Blinking twice, she felt a chill run up her spine. The hair on her neck spiked up into her palm. Taking a look over her shoulder, she sought someone's leer but came up empty handy. No one else was in the bathroom beside herself, Daiki, and Yoshimi. Tanami shook her head and dismissed the feeling.
Nothing is wrong. Nothing should go wrong. This is Mizu Academī and some of the best Heroes taught here. After the infiltrations at U.A. and Shiketsu fifteen years ago, every Hero school in Japan had raised their security systems every chance they got. So the ridiculous thoughts swirling in her mind were nothing but an ignorant materialization of the mind.
She stepped over Kaede's 'unconscious' body and made her way over to the bathtub. She did not draw too close to it as she was not entirely comfortable with the very lifelike dummy. It just did not sit well with her that a dummy could be created with such humane features.
On her left, Daiki sucked in an ample amount of shaky air before steeling himself. Sending a glare at a listless Yoshimi, he knelt down and balanced his body weight on his toes. Daiki swiped off his blazer and tied it around his waist. The boy rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows. He placed a hand on the rim of the tub, avoiding the blood as best as he could. The fifteen-year-old awkwardly inched forward to get closer. "Just so you know, Shimi, I hate you."
Yoshimi only shrugged in response.
"Next time we do this, I'm forcing Kohei-san to give me gloves." Daiki carefully tilted the dummy's head away from the rim and moved its chin to its other shoulder. Low and behold, Himari's head was busted open. Two dents were visible, one higher than the other. The areas around those wounds were slathered with blood and its hair was slowly dying into dark crimson.
Delicately, he drew a finger around the wounds, inspecting the area for anything out of place. Daiki kept moving her head at different angles, looking for something that could signify that this was a murder and not an accident. He finally pulled away, face scrunching up in disgust at the dark liquid that stained his hands. He pursed his lips and looked around for something to wipe his hands and his clothes were out of the question. The teenager curled his fingers and grimaced. He resided in the fact that he was going to have dirty hands for now. There was a sink since it is a bathroom but who knows if he would have to check the dummy again.
