"State your name for the record, kid," an old man yawned.
"Never," the girl in front of him spat out.
Both were in a dimly lit room, with the man holding a clipboard, a recording tape on the table in front of him. Sitting opposite him, was a girl restrained to the chair, bloodied hair sticking to her face. The two figures glowered at each other, a fire of defiance burning in the younger's eyes.
"It's been three days since it all ended, your father-"
"Keep his name out of your mouth," she snarled. "He didn't die just for you to drag his name through the mud."
The old man pinched the bridge of his nose, before looking back at the girl opposite him.
"You have the capability to postpone your execution, and you would rather die defending some man's name than live longer?" The old man hummed.
"A world in which his murderer lives consequence-free while the truly innocent person in the equation has been removed is not a world I want to live in," she scoffed. "If you won't do it, I'll do it myself."
"You know I have the capability to, Principal."
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Alexithymia: M. Fushiguro x Reader
FanfictionAlexithymia (n.): the inability to express your feelings In which two equally stoic people slowly realise their love for one another or In which mutual respect is confused for true love Hello hello! This is my first JJK fic so of course I had to cho...
