WARNING: this book is a prequel to my byakuya x reader fic, Sympathy. It is highly recommended that you read that first before continuing!
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❝ I'm running from something I can't see. ❞
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You rushed out of the classroom, your mind racing as it tried to comprehend what you just found.
The photograph was definitely Junko's, right? Why was Hiro crossed out? Was this the bad feeling you had or were things about to get much worse?
There was about an hour break in between the first class and the second class, leaving you just enough time to lock yourself in your dorm room.
As you shut the door, your anxious fidgeting began to increase, causing you to wince at the dull aching in your wrists as your hands twitched more.
You opened a drawer, grabbing the pins and pin board that you stored for future use. Supposedly, the future was right now. "—Wh-What does this mean..?"
With shaking hands, you pinned the photograph onto the hung board, taking a step back to mull over the emptiness of it all. With your mind swirling, you backed away and sat on your bed, saying nothing as you stared at the picture.
You didn't even realize how long you had been sitting there until the warning bell rang for class.
"Shit..." you murmured, swinging your backpack onto your shoulder and leaving the dorm room.
It was only the first day, yet you already had something to worry about.
"Y/N?"
You jumped forward, turning around to smile wearily at Mukuro. "—M-Mukuro, right?"
"Yeah," she stated, awkwardly staring at you. "..Let's get to class then."
"Right.."
A long and painful silence fell between the two of you as you walked. You nervously fiddled with the strings of your hoodie, taking a few moments to glance discreetly in Mukuro's direction. Flinching when you noticed her already staring, you rubbed your neck. "S-So.. where's your sister..?"
