Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 46: Bodyguard's Butterflies

When Hotaka had last seen the younger girl, she had been vibrant, bright, and energetic, as was her typical self. She had even left his boss better than when she had found him. Her impact was incredible, too. The green-haired male had gone around the offices trying to speak to anyone he could find. Granted, he did very poorly and often scared some people, especially since the threat of getting fired was very much there. He also collapsed after speaking to a handful of people, taking a nap, which was very out of character for him. Nonetheless, he was doing better than he had been doing before, not that he was any less grumpy or coffee-addicted.

However, the issue was that she hadn't come by. Either to EvoMech or to Drisless; she was completely absent. For the first day, he was disappointed. He wanted to see how she had managed to get his stubborn boss to listen to her, but the next day, he found himself in a worse mood. Granted, he knew she had more on her plate than school, but the thought that she could have become another victim was at the forefront of his mind.

Usually, he was the one giving even the worst individuals the benefit of the doubt. But when he had directly witnessed a murder, what was he supposed to think? Impatient, unsettled, and unusually frustrated, he tapped his feet impatiently as he stood straight. For a while, he restrained himself from moving as his employer engaged himself in a meeting with other high-profile clientele. Normally, it wasn't an issue for him to stand still for an hour or two, but because he hadn't heard anything from her, his mind was far from tranquil.

Fidgeting with a particular pencil, he did all kinds of things with it to calm his nerves. Spinning it around in his hand, throwing it up in the air, and even placing it to his chest, he took in deep breaths. The more he played with the girl's belonging, the more he felt self-conscious about it. He knew he had stolen it, and clearly, stealing wasn't something he held in high regard. That being said, he continued to question himself on if it was really so bad. If he had just left the pencil there, she wouldn't have come back for it. It was something barely worth a single sich, a cheap pencil to use for a bit. Murmuring to himself, his mind raced a million miles an hour.

"Well, I'll just...give it back to her when I see her next. But...what if something happened? I...Should I just go over there and..."

Oblivious to his surroundings, the purple-haired male hadn't realized the meeting had ended, a very sore male glaring at him. Uncrossing his arms from over his chest, Ryota reached to snag the pencil away, wondering why it was his bodyguard was so distracted. He could have been shot dead thirty minutes prior and Hotaka wouldn't have realized it. Frowning, the male all but flinched as the younger male's eyes snapped up to him. His eyes fixated on the pencil, and before he could even blink, he reached out to grab it back, only for the older male to duck back in surprise.

"Wait, give it back?"

"It's a pencil," the green-haired male stated rather obviously, lifting an eyebrow as he inspected it, "Why were you so distracted today? If someone came in and began stabbing me, would you have even noticed?"

"Yes? Yes, of course! I...Well, it's just I'm a little worried is all. Anyway, can I just have it - "

"I don't care if your mother is dying, Ishikawa. You're here to protect me so do your job. Got it?"

"Yeah, but - "

Rolling his eyes, the older male tossed back the pencil, watching as his bodyguard gave an overly relieved look. There was no reason for him to be so attached to something used for writing. It wasn't evidence for a case, it wasn't a gift - or, if it was, it was a bad one - and, clearly, it wasn't his either. He always used pens, something that drove the older male half up the wall whenever he would make a mistake. Unable to erase it and refusing to buy whiteout, he would simply scribble it out which irritated him to no end. It was ugly.