For Kihona Hideyoshi, Lorem University is a second chance. A chance to be more than just the rich kid, more than an aspiring psychologist.
More than the girl who has a past she cannot escape.
But soon, her life is stripped away from her. Trapped a...
lolz minato doesn't get his aesthetic til after he fucking dies hahahahaha serves you right little incel i love him really- — Immediately, Tory heads off without a word, her stare directed straight in front of her. Mamo and a few others follow, slowly trailing behind each other as they fumble out of the room. I take one last glance behind me. Mitsuharu still hasn't arrived back. Lord knows what he could be doing. Will his life be at risk if I leave him behind? Haruka and Jin start to leave and I feel as though I'm left behind. I can't wait for him to finish. I dash towards the group, trying not to slip out of my shoes. The group surrounding me should comfort me, like a fleshy heated blanket, but instead, they feel like a giant metal clamp. Crushing me from either side, engulfing me in their tension. Someone here is a killer. They could be standing right next to me.
*******************************
Waiting by a dusty old sidewalk in less than palatable weather should be more of an annoyance, but I can't help feeling like we're approaching death. The cold wind wraps around us, trapping us together in a claustrophobic heap. Mitsuharu arrives on his own, taking his time to join us. But the wait isn't long as a relatively small, rusted red bus comes clunking around a turning. It looks like it could fall apart any minute, as if it's held together by bubblegum. The windows are half-broken, the paint is completely worn and rusted with age and the engine cries out for help. Eventually, it stops beside us and the doors open with a shrill creak. Do we actually have to get on? Aki bounces on ahead, running straight to the back of the bus. Kuroko and Amai shortly follow as we begin to file in one by one. I step up, taking as much care as I can not to break the old thing. But something peculiar piques my interest. Something sat shrouded by the shadows. Or someone. A tall, skinny looking man sits behind the wheel, scraggly black hair falling so low, I can't even begin to make out his eyes. Or whether he has eyes at all. A captain-style hat is perched on top of his head, managing to tame some of those wild locks, and he seems to be wearing a black face mask. He wears a simple shirt and tie that looks to be in immaculate condition.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
He doesn't say a word, his eyes transfixed on the steering wheel. But why is he here? What purpose does he serve other than to drive us around? I look at him, and though I can't see his eyes, I can feel his gaze on me. Something cold burns inside me, and I leave him without another word. Most seats seem to be fully taken up, and I don't particularly favour the idea of standing alone at risk of toppling over. Though one space catches my eye. Kaso sits towards the front, resting his legs on what should be my empty space. He wears that same smug luck I'm far too sick of by now, staring at me as if to say 'Dare you to try and move my legs.' Taking a deep sigh, I step towards him and prepare myself for failure, "Kaso, would you please move off the seat?" He grins, "What, my legs? They're glued on, you'll have to grab 'em and unhinge 'em." "Don't be immature," I scowl, his voice enough to irritate me alone, "We could die in an hour, just let me sit down." "I said grab 'em," He bites his lip. I sigh, and grab ahold of his ankles, trying to wedge him off the seat. He doesn't budge at first but eventually complies and I sit down in his place. Almost as soon as I've sat down, he plonks his legs onto my lap, the sheer weight of them enough to probably knock me out.
