The girl dragged herself to the door, it seemed to be an exit. But she was wrong, you entered through that exact same door she had been dragging herself to.

“Help me! Please help me!”

Her blood curdling screams rang out through the storage closet. You were unresponsive. Surely you didn’t know her killer… right? She didn’t have another second to speak before you charged towards her and ended her off. Ayano walked forward.

“Nice one. I’ll dispose of the body, lover boy had been calling you. Says the group wants to hangout at the carnival.”

Ayano said to you quietly. She handed you your phone and took care of the girl she killed for you.

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“You finally showed up.”

Tarhoshiki remarked. Which would’ve earned anyone who spoke to you like that a glare, but you nodded silently. Senpai never meant to hurt your feelings. Taro just had a habit of being very expressive whenever he was upset or irritated.

It was clear Taro was forced to remind you of the hangout. If it was up to him he wouldn’t have invited you. He always thought you were odd and looked at him weirdly.

Mostly because whenever he expressed his displeasure, you would look up at him with those eyes that don’t seem to leave him wherever he went. It was slightly infuriating. He was about to comment on how he was uncomfortable with you referring to him as Taro until he was interrupted, not being able to set his boundary.

“You’re finally here! Come on let’s get going!”

Airi said to you. As she skipped along with the rest of the group, which consisted of Rio, her boyfriend, Taro, the regularly quiet but blunt friend. Han, the nicest and prettiest of the group, who was also a man but everyone couldn’t deny that he was pretty for a guy his age in this school.