' 'ᴍʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀ~' ' "私の." Yandere! Nagito X Fem! Reader.

~again~

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Eventually, The traditional dancer made her way to the front entrance and paused. Hesitated. Stopped. I too, made and eternal pause. What was waiting for me on the other side of this door? Is it another prank of hiyoko's? Or is something genuinely wrong with Mahiro-chan? All I can really do is hope for the best.

After what seemed like forever, I slowly reached for the door handle and rip the door open to reveal... Mahiro-chan. Dead. Gone. I grip Hiyoko, who had dig her face into my waist, blinding herself from the traumatic sight. But all in all, whatever hope I had for the late mahiro, had shriveled like a dying rose. Eventually disintegrating into a pile of rotten, unwanted, disgusting despair.

"A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time, which you can use as you like, a class trial will begin!"

Hiyoko eventually moved away from me to give her alibi, leaving me alone to investigate.

Mahiro koizome, the Ultimate Photographer, lay dead on the ground, slouched on the far right wall, It seems as though an excessive quantity of blood was spilled from a gash on her head. I assume that was the killing blow. But with what? .... Ah, theres a metal bat over there... Perhaps with that? I look back over to mahiro and notice a mask of an anime character next to her. Strange...

But, that was just first glance. I still need to-

A pair of arms delicately wrapped themselves around my waist, and the owner of those arms buried their face into the crook of my neck.

"You sure know how to be comforting...especially around kids, (y/n)~." Nagito purrs into my ear. Wait, Nagito?!

I quickly spin around to be met with the pale-paletted boy that I had been told just recently, was tied up for the safety of others.

"Who let you out?!" I gasp out. There's way too much happening.

"Hmm, monokuka let me out," He moves his hands to the side, as if shooing the source of conversation away, as though unimportant. "More importantly, why didn't you ever come visit meeee~.."

He moves forward to give me another hug, but I move to the side quickly, causing him to trip over his own feet, but he caught Himself.

"Ah, how dissapointing.." He looks forward to see mahiro. "Ms. Koizume was the one to kick the can this time, eh? Well, let's get investigating, shall we?" He clasps his hands together and smiles, almost like a normal boy, almost like he didn't basically attempt to commit manslaughter just a few days ago.

I quickly voice my previous observations and ideas, like how the metal bat could possibly be the cause of mahiro's death. Perhaps it was instant... Well, hopefully, at the very least. After that, I walk around a bit to see if I could get any thing else out of this case. I walk over to a room that I would assume to be a washroom and open the door, half assuming to see nothing, and to my surprise, that's pretty much what happened. As Im looking around, I catch my reflection on the mirror and notice how terrible I look. I haven't slept since byakuya and hanamura's death, their ending state would replay in my mind, over, and over, threatening insanity. However, I refuse to plunge into the endless depths of despair. Not now.

I hear the door open and I'm greeted with the lovely face of hajime. I let loose a pitiful smile at him and go back to looking around for any possible clues. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, however, it was soon disrupted with hajime's determined voice.