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"his hair looks like corn-on-the-cob.." she murmured under her breath, trying so desperately to be discreet about her comment.
"huh?" the tougher-looking student turned to stare at his companion, an eyebrow raised. "what did you...
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── ❝Chapter 12: Fuck DA Police!❞ ──
❝ A mug shot? I don't even drink coffee. ❞
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THE RESPECTIVE CULPRIT SAT in the empty interrogating room, watching as a police officer sighed in exhaustion.
"Last question," the police officer stated, adjusting his collar as he glared down at the suspect. "Out of the six of you, who was mainly responsible for the break-in?"
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Mondo huffed, crossing his arms. "Definitely Keizo," he accused. "Dude needs tah' get his anger issues in check..!"
"The uh.." the police officer gulped. "..The black-haired one, right?"
"What other dumbass would I be talking about!?"
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"I mean logically speaking, Touma was the one who suggested we do it.." Manabu hummed to himself, shrugging as he looked back at the police officer.
"Are you sure?" The police officer pressed, earning an indecisive grumble from the white-haired teen.
"Yup. No doubt about it, Touma is responsible."
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"This is so stupid.." you mumbled, crossing your arms as you looked away.
"Please just cooperate ma'am.." the police officer murmured back, hastily putting his pen to the notepad he held in his hands.
"I think everybody's a little responsible," you shrugged nonchalantly.
"Or Mondo, because seriously, he always gets into tro--"
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"Oh god," Touma wiped at his tear-stricken face, scrunching up his nose. "I-I don't want to accuse anybody..!"
"Kid, just tell us who--"
"I-It was probably me..!" He wailed, curling up and slamming his forehead onto the cold metal table. "I-I'm so sorry!"
