052 | kindaichi yūtarō

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;; it was truly unfortunate for a young soul to be lifted at this age. hinata, found dead at just 16. who would ever take this tragedy lightly? kindaichi would. he wouldn't call himself a friend of hinata at all, just another classmate who heard the news.

so what if this kid died? he's dead, so he proves no worth anymore. his claims were always shoved back into his face from people who absolutely loved him, practically the whole school. so no one defended his opinion.

he arrogantly rolled his eyes, as he acknowledged the people around him having very opposed opinions of his own. kindaichi was certainly alone on this.

he always arrives home, unpacks his belongings, prepares food, and sits on the gigantic couch fit for two. he's now comfortable and has his arms wrapped around another. kindaichi turns to face a cute pale face.

"hm. i guess you're pretty famous huh now shoyo?"

no response.

"mm? what's up honey?"

kindaichi gently cups hinata's chubby gentle face. his eyes and mouth closed. there didn't seem to be any movement whatsoever. kindaichi squinted for a better thinking state. then it hit him.

"oh wait. i killed you." ❧





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