Chapter 20

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Warning(s): Mentions of blood, wounds

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Warning(s): Mentions of blood, wounds.

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Once you were done explaining to Ayame how you'd ended up in that... Situation, you began to proceed towards your room, just wanting to rest.

But there stood Choso, his attention on his phone, leaning against your door frame.

Your weren't quite in his eyesight, so he didn't notice you.

But you noticed him, and were not in the mood to interact with him.

You quickly, but slowly made your way away from there, wishing you wouldn't run into something worse in the hallway.

Ahem Naoya ahem.

And Luckily enough, you didn't.

You swiftly made it outside, and ran a hand through your (h/c) hair, stressed out.

Most would say sex releases stress, but the sex you'd engaged in the past two days only added onto your stress.

You looked to the side, and saw Shoko sunbathing. And was probably asleep, judging by her posture.

Satoru was laying down on the sand, while Suguru covered him in mud, making him a mermaid.

...at least that's what Satoru thought, as Suguru made him a penis. Veins and all...

But you saw Shoko's little bag, with Cigarettes.

You let out a sigh, and took one, with a lighter along with it, and hid it in your clothes.

You looked around, making sure no-one was around, and walked towards the forest.

In the forest not too far away, was a place you played at as a child.

It was dangerous, and you did get a scolded several times for going there, but it was your little fortress :(

You felt a small ache in your thigh region as you walked, but decided to ignore it to find that spot.

You felt a piece of wood crack beneath your feet as you walked.

You finally found the spot, with a big rock, that acted as your throne, a very... Peculiar looking wooden sword, and badly carved words on the stone, reading:
(Y/n)'s Forters
Do not pass with out permison!

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