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SHHJVSDN I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS SORT OF SHOT IN FOREVERRRR. okay, i'll see how it goes but for starters, bokuto- actually. just read lol, i can't explain without spoiling. or i'm just a bad explainer. OKAY YES. MAYBE A TAD BIT OF ANGST? -i feel like i should stop signing my notes

i finished toilet bound hanako kun and now i have inspiration

the amount of times i had to reread this bc i was paranoid over grammar mistakes

TW // slight self harm, mentions of death, cursing, suicide(?)

It all had happened so suddenly, it was difficult for him to comprehend anything. Not even a thought. It just felt like he was suddenly being ripped away from reality.

"Nice to meet you, Keiji!" A voice echoed around the room. 

A room? I'm in a- where even am I?

"Hey, dude, bro, are you awake? If you're conscious breathe twice." It said, in a slightly annoying tone [think of Killua's voice but with Runa's pronunciation and tone].

Akaashi forced his eyelids open. They felt so heavy and it was like a workout to keep them open. Looking around, there wasn't anything especially neat to where he was. It seemed like a classroom of an abandoned school. Smelled of dust, dark, and a slightly nostalgic empty feeling.

"Hey, you breathed twice! You seem fine. Anyways, hey, are you even gonna look at me?" Akaashi turned my head to see a person. He couldn't really put a gender on them. Probably not any older than thirteen or fourteen. They was dressed in a black jumpsuit with shorts that was surprisingly trendy. With leather garters, silver jewelry strung here and there, countless studs in their ears, and.. were those fishnets?

He blinked, not really knowing what to do.

"H-Hello," Akaashi mustered.

"Hi, although I've greeted you half a dozen times, you get another one! Okay, so I guess this is where I come in with a lengthy explanation, I hope?" They asked, poking their in the holes of their fishnets.

"Uh, I think so." He said, wide-eyed. Okay, so there's a person. They're probably about five feet tall.. or a bit more, not quite sure. Threat level.. depends on if she has fighting experience which she does, that I'm almost sure of. She could be hiding a 42 under her loose clothing somewhere.. there could be men hiding in the dark corners or right out the door-

"Alrighty, so first off. You can call me Robin... or Charmaine, if you want to address me as a female. You guys find my name hard to pronounce or remember so yeah. I'm Robin or Charmaine.. hey, you could go back and forth with the two names! That way, both of the names are used. Anyways, are you ready to go? You're one of my clients that take longer." They rambled on at a surprising pace. Robin seemed unbothered by the fact Keiji was chained down.

"Also, oh right! I almost forgot. This might be a shock but you're kind of dead. Actually, no, not dead but soon to be dead. Or, well I mean I guess you're your subconsciousness. So you aren't physically here, if that makes more sense. Would you like to see a highlight of your life? Wait, before that. I can hear your thoughts- Jesus, your thoughts are so loud. No, I do not have a pistol up my clothes. I'm not even a human," They said with an annoying tone that sounded almost sarcastic.

"Sorry if I seem like I'm rushing the process, I'm kind of being watched and recorded right now." They looked around nervously.

He stared at the small girl, clearly at a loss for words. Akaashi smacked himself across the face and then began ripping at his thigh. He even got through the first layer of skin.