❝ this unsettling feeling as if he's somehow involved. ❞
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"What the hell? This is getting scary!"

"She wasn't feeling good during the past few days. Maybe it's not a killer?"

"Don't act so naïve! There's no other way!"

"It is a bit off though..."

(Name) walked passed a small group that began talking about their ideas of the sudden death of another student, almost like some mystery group that'll solve a case. In actuality, she was having her own thoughts about the deaths themselves. It wouldn't have been sudden if it was an epidemic. Heck, maybe the school would've been dead if it was. (Name)'s thoughts in mind.

And it wasn't just her with a slight crestfallen expression on her face. Her best friend's face also held the expression, but it was more genuine and concerned than the (Hair Color)-ette.

"Another one after two months," she mumbled incoherently, though (Name) did her best to understand. "It's just like the last one and every other before it." It was unusual for her to do so since she'd only do it when she did care about something. Then again, this is very concerning.

"Do you mind telling me what you're mumbling about?" She rolled her eyes jokingly as her friend snapped from her ramblings.

With a shameless grin, she said, "totally unrelated and inappropriate! Best you won't know, innocent child." She began patting and ruffling the female's (Hair Color) locks, which made her retaliate and slapped her hand away. "Aw, c'mon! Don't be like that," she pouted innocently as she batted her eyelashes in a fast manner.

"One," she started, "I don't believe you. Two, you don't act that way when you think of something inappropriate. And three, don't you feel dizzy from blinking too fast?" Immediately after her question, the albino sluggishly tripped back, almost bumping into the locker next to them if it weren't for her best friend's help.

Kagura groaned a little. "Imma skip those two first and answer that last one with a yes." Massaging her temples, she exhaled a sigh. She gently shrugged off (Name)'s hand from stabling her. "Anyways, I'm going to my class now. Don't die on me!" She chirped, her back already turned, unbeknownst of how the (Hair Color)-ette flinched from her metaphorical sentence.

"Yeah," she lowly mumbled under her breath. "Yeah... don't get yourself killed too."

(Name) stared at the albino's back that was slowly growing smaller before she made a turn around the corner. She kept a constricted grip on her schoolbag strap, about to walk back around to her own class until her eyes locked with fuchsia ones. Shock rose in her eyes before realizing the action she'd done.

The moment they passed with locked gazes, her hand reached forth and took hold of Hiroto's fair wrist. Whether from her immediate idea to confront him or not, she took this as a chance to finally speak up. And from the way he glowered, she knew how dispassionate he was for her attempted confronting.

"Stop bothering me," she snapped, glaring at him with (Eye Color) hues. The only response she received was a bemused, uninterested expression.

"Why'd I waste time on someone like you?" He coldly responded, just how he acted to Shimizu during lunch, his 'friends' snorting and chortling at his response.

This didn't waver (Name) from speaking. "You know what I mean, Kira-kun." And she was not having any of his shit either. "I know it's you." She wasn't, but it was her own gut feeling.

Clicking his tongue, he harshly tugged his wrist from his grasp, his eyes leering down on her. It would've been ignored without much problem, if it wasn't so... intense. She felt her new confidence faltering, crumbling just as soon as she felt disturbed, restless even.

Then, his glare just became menacing. The one she was prepared for. "Hope you enjoyed wasting my time," he scoffed sarcastically, purposely bumping shoulders with her and walking with his group of delinquents.

It wasn't a surprise that he'd done that. He's practically done this to everyone in the school — if you can count the teachers. That malicious, cynical demeanor he has for reasons unknown and it would seem that even if he's truly a delinquent, the guys with him aren't truly his friends.

"Even if it's just a vibe," (Name) mumbled, eyes following his exiting figure along with his 'friends' behind him. "I can't let it slide."