Mondo Owada x gn! Reader [The Scent Of Blood And Him]

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I walked up to my room. Out of instinct, I searched for my room  key in the pockets of my coat to see that It was Mondos room key. I shrugged my shoulders. I mean- I did have the keys- and a last time sleeping there wouldn't hurt, right?

I went towards Mondos room and unlocked it, pushing the door open and looking around. Everything felt so empty, so weird- just some hours ago, we were still sitting there, doing each other's eye liners which probably smudged by now. And now he is dead because of a stupid ass teddy bear. This wasn't fair- why us? Why did we have to go through all that?! I didn't understand it.
I still shivered and my legs felt like pudding. Why would someone do something like that? It was horrible. I just wanted him back, nothing more.  I just wanted it to be a nightmare I would wake up any second but it wasn't. It was real. I could have prevented him- I would have succeeded but- I didn't know about it. I wish I could have kept him- I wish I could have kept him from killing chihiro then our secrets would have been revealed but no one would have died and we would lay in bed together like we did the nights and mornings before. I let out a sigh as I got the electric guitar from my room and went back to Mondos room again. I at least wanted to stay in his room the whole time. Even though it made me more sad, it still gave me good vibes. I remembered the memories I made with him and this was the only thing still left of him.

I fell onto his bed which was not made while I snuggled up into his coat which was basically like a dress for me since he was so much bigger and so much more muscular than me. I turned towards the direction towards the bathroom which was still unlocked, the door standing open. Tears rolled down my cheeks but I still didn't let out any noise and sobs as I saw the hair gel, his eye liner and some other things he used in the bathroom.
I pulled his blanket over me, looking at the posters he hung up in his room. I rested my head on his pillow. I failed keeping down my sobs as I smelled in his scent. I always have loved his scent- It made me so calm. He was my comfort person and so his scent was one of the many things that comforted me. Whenever I smelled it, it usually made me happy- except for now.

I cried for hours and soon I got up, my eye liner extremely smudged. I washed it off my tear stained cheeks, sitting back on his bed, snuggling into Mondo's coat as I heard yelling and screaming outside followed by the door rattling.
I was extremely surprised, shocked and my eyes widned in fear. The rattling stopped, but the sound of the scream remained as I stood up with my heart beating quickly against my  in panic.
I had this once before I went to hopes peak. I was in total stress because of everything so I imagined hearing things which weren't there. But this only lasted for a few days. But This was ever since I joined and it got a lot worse. I opened the door to see nothing, again. I took a deep breath.

This continued on for some time, every 2 minutes a scratching sound, sounds of screams of pain, creepy laughing, door rattling, beating against the door, voices- everything. It was driving me insane. It didn't even make sense that I had to check every time because Monokuma said the rooms were soundproof. But something still made me shiver on my whole body. The only thing that could calm me down now, was playing.

I gripped the guitar and thought about a song. I played the melody of Branded from Natewantstobattle. Hopefully playing guitar kept me a little distracted.

'I'm hearing voices in my head and everything they said is never making any sense. I got a burning in my heart, it's tearing me apart. Somebody call the doctor- hey I think I'm losing my mind now, having trouble finding my way out', I sang along in my head, not finding the motivation to sing along for real. It was a song which discribed the situation I was in pretty good. Though a single song didn't help me.
I played many of the songs I still remembered and these were a lot. I really loved music, I mean it was my ultimate after all. I didn't even realize how late it was when I played the songs that Mondo loved when I played them for him, songs like To the ends of the earth, Riot, Enter Sandman and a lot more songs I never really mentioned. I remembered sitting there with him in the corner of the music room, leaning against him while calming him down.
These were the times next to the ones I woke up while being cuddled up close to him, which I missed the most. I loved having the feeling that I calmed him down. It gave me the feeling my music was worth something- it totally was different than getting the compliments on social media. This was from a person I loved. And who loved me. It was from one of the most important people in my life, that's what it made so special. Imagine one of your most important people, saying your music or your talent calmed them down, that they loved spending the time together with you when you did that to them. It motivated you, it gave you the feeling of being worth something and that they were happy and comfortable around you.
But nevertheless, I loved the times when I woke up cuddling him in the mornings more. Not a single other person or a single other situation could make me this calm. I mean it was somehow awkward because I never knew that he did like me back but at the other side- it showed me he really cared about me because the reason for letting me sleep here was because I was getting insane. He cared about me, helped me finding some peace, helped me, getting some sleep again.

I let out a sigh as I looked on the clock.

4:30 am...

I never noticed how late it got. But the time was passing so slowly- it was almost painful. Sitting in the room, full of stuff your loved one who died used, the hair gel, Eye liner and stuff and the posters you saw so many times before his death- it was weird. We cuddled together just some time ago and now- I felt so empty. I lost almost everything which was important to me now and rhe only thing which was still left was my ultimate and a few friends like taka and Sakura.
I took a deep breath before laying the guitar away. I was tired, yet I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. After all of what happened today, Mondo's execution and especially the things with the noises kept me from sleeping. Even during playing guitar, I still heard it though I ignored it this time. It was getting better while I distracted myself but whenever I had a silent moment, it was getting just as bad as before again.
I buried my hands in the pockets of Mondos coat, to feel something weird. It felt like a piece of paper-

I raised my eyebrow as I pulled it out and read it-

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