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'𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞' ¹³

- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed★

TERUSHIMA'S P.O.V

It wasn't difficult, all I had to do was ask her to stay after-school. And when a friendly and welcoming teacher asks you to stay after school to help him out in making a project or they offer you help to let you raise your grade and turn in late work, you let him tell you what you need to do, right?

That's why I had brought an extra bag with me. I filled up the bag with ropes, tape, and sleeping pills.

I know Y/n was an obedient young girl. The only thing I truly hated about her was her friends and family.

But that's okay, I'll fix that.

I'd done a bit of research back then, following her home when she was too caught up on the phone with her overly strict mother to notice she was being followed.

I could practically hear Y/n's mother through the phone even though she wasn't on speaker. Her mother was talked about throughout a few of the staff members, claiming she'd leave messages yet be so stuck up.

If you're going to ask for help and favors, you might as well be nice to the people that are supposed to help you.

Was your mother so self centered she couldn't even show up to her own daughter's needs? I've heard she never picked up any calls the school sent unless they were truly important. But when it was her calling, we had to pick up instantly or else we'd be 'neglecting our jobs'. Which was very rich coming for her.

Walking into my classroom I let myself fall into my chair. Letting the bag fall off my shoulder, I shoved it to the side. I know Ana and Lisa managed to damage you, it's quite known what happened.

It'd be ridiculous not to know what had happened. I can hear the other students talking about it, even some of the other teachers pity you but wouldn't make a move to help. Just what a waste of an environment. But hey, things were just getting started.

Ridiculous isn't it? What a dark and cruel world this was. Maybe in another life it wouldn't have to be this way. May in another life you and I could be together without any worries.

It felt like it took forever, waiting until after-school approached. Watching impatiently as the faces of students passed by.

Yet I had never felt more excited as I felt my heart pick up when I heard you knocking on my door. A knowing grin adorning my features as I awaited what was next.

Feigning laced my voice as the next set of words left my lips, words sinking into your tired state.

Mouth wide, teeth sharp, words filled with the question that would break your walls: "What's wrong, dear?"

It made me feel like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Waiting for your response, your breathing picked up, asking again, more firmer this time:

"𝖄/𝖓, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗?"