(Highscool AU) (Book ONE)
(Y/N) Kanroji left everything from her homeland to live in with her older sister, Mitsuri Kanroji. She left her horrid past behind, to start anew. To begin again.
The goal was to establish a tranquil, routine life and gradu...
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:
(Y/N) Kanroji patiently waited for Senjuro and the others, idly watching the waves of people that passed by as she casually sips on her drink.
A small smile came up her lips, she tilts her head up and admired the dazzling nights sky.
The dark being perfectly complimented by the stars, it's bright twinkle giving the blank canvas a sense of serenity.
Even with the loudness of the crowd and the chattering of the people, (Y/N) still felt the wave of peace crash through her.
She missed her grandparents, she missed her hometown, but she wouldn't exchange this moment for anything else.
After a while, (Y/N) could feel her bladder start to give up on her. Granted, she's been gulping down alot of those iced apple tea drinks since they got here.
It felt as if she drank a gallon of that stuff, and she was slowly regretting it.
(Y/N)'s spot was near the restrooms, and she made sure to inform Senjuro that she was going to powder herself first before rushing off.
There was a small line, however, (Y/N) didn't mind waiting for a bit. But she couldn't help but feel a bit tense as she stood in the waiting line.
She felt uneasy, feeling a pair of eyes digging through her back, like they wanted her to be buried six feet underground.
But whenever she turned around, she saw no one. Only the cheery old lady that was waiting behind her, bag in hand and all.
A while of waiting later, and (Y/N) finally got in one of the stalls.
(Y/N) made sure to act quick so that she could return to their meeting spot, and she also made sure to bid the nice old lady farewell before she left.
She wiped her hands down with some napkins while walking away from the stall, eyes practically glued and fixated on her cleaning that she hadn't notice the figure from behind her.
(Y/N) could feel it's ominous presence, but after a while of checking, she then argued to herself that no one was looking and it was just the sound of the leaves making her fidgety.
That was a mistake, they were more than just leaves.
Large rough, calloused hands covered her mouth. Her eyes grew wide as the realization struck her, then (Y/N) immediately screamed.
