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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛

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消失         [Shōshitsu]

(Disappearance)
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Akaza's POV:

I walked into school, a little confused and worried. I was walking to first hour, not bothering to go hang out with my friends. I just wanted to know what happened last night. I set my backpack down, shoving it into my locker, before pulling out my studies for the day. I aligned them across the top of the shelf in my locker, before taking my computer and Japanese folder and Notebook. As I walked into the room I was met with Douma jumping on me, with by now, seems to be normal. I sighed, not bothering to shove him off. For some reason, I couldn't help but find myself blushing, the red color plastered over my face. Douma didn't seem to see it, and if he did, he ignored it. I just let the man hug me until his hearts content. But he didn't let go, even after a minute. Is he really that happy to see me? I felt butterflies as I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Absolutely not. I would not think like that. I don't care for him. He's annoying, clingy, a brat, and handsome. He must get his way with everyone. After all, I didn't really see him not getting crushed on by every girl in the school, and probably some of the other guys too. Does he even like guys? I'm pretty sure he's straight. Why the hell am I even thinking about him like this? I just rolled my eyes, whether it was at the fact he was still holding me or at myself I'm unsure.

His arms moved slowly, instead of holding under my armpits, they slid to my waist. I eyed him warily. I was slightly insecure I had such a feminine waist. I mean, that's a desirable feature for a bottom man. I am not, and will never be bottom. Ever. If I were to fuck anybody, I would be top. I mean, what would they do? I'm a martial artist, they couldn't do anything to harm me. He continued sliding down my sides until he was at my waist, clearly feeling it. I flushed, if this play boy really wanted a piece of me, he had a whole n'other thing coming. I made space between my chest and his rib cage before grabbing on of his hands a pushing him off me. I didn't like to admit I wasn't exactly tall for my age. So you can imagine what it did to my ego when I found my chest was only to the middle of his rib cage.

As he made a pouting face at me, I stared at him, hands on my hips. I gave him a 'really?' look. He whined slightly, as if I had slapped him. I groaned, grabbing his wrist, yanking him into our shared table. He tripped into his seat, and I plopped down in the chair next to him. The bell rang, and I noticed the person I was looking for still wasn't here. I blinked, disoriented by my own thoughts. Surely nothing bad would of happened? After all, maybe she had something going on, or got sick and forgot to text me?

Either way, it seemed no one knew Nakamura's where-a-bouts.

I zoned out rather quickly in class, just waiting to get on and over with this day. As the hour dragged on, I couldn't help but wonder why she wasn't here today? It was exceedingly concerning the longer the silent room calmed. Despite their meet up arrangements, she never showed, or even texted me she couldn't make it. After all, was it not what they both looked forward to? After thoughts dripped into his brain in a steady drizzle, the splash of the bell disrupted the steady and slow ripples of his thoughts. I would have to see if I could reach her by calling her. Otherwise, who knows how long until I even see or hear from her again?

One thing did bother me immensely.
Why was Douma so distant right now?

I glanced at his from the corner of my eyes. He was usually never leaving me alone, but he sat in his own space, a creepy smile planted on his face. I couldn't help but stare, something about his smile and dark eyes gave me chills. His irises were a light color, or should I say colors. I mean, he had fucking rainbow eyes. What kind of fucking logic was that? But his gaze was dark, like an unseen murder was sliced upon his soul. Whoever doused the usual happy look in his eyes definitely should be careful. The only thing about it was that his eyes didn't seem to hold anger, but rather like a weird sort of satisfaction. As people say,