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𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦
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When Yuji first saw Shizue, he thought she was a doll.
A statuette even, her stature and form deceptively petite from a first glance. Standing outside of Megumi's room, leaning against the glass door that led to the outside world, Yuji admittedly couldn't see much of her. Her back may have been partially towards him, and her face was only somewhat turned to the side, but he could tell from where he stood.
She was beautiful.
Rich and shiny, her hair was, reaching her waist without any sort of styling or updo. It was almost alluring, how thick and healthy her hair appeared to be, contrasting with her strikingly pale skin. Her skin did nothing to make Yuji think otherwise—she was a marionette come to life.
This moment of brief admiration was cut short, however. For when she turned, her gaze meeting his, Yuji felt goosebumps rise up on his skin, a crawling sensation creeping up his limbs and back.
Deep, dark crimson eyes stared back at him—an unnervingly steady and fixed stare—and Yuji could only describe them with one word.
Dead.
Her eyes were dead, devoid of any light or life, almost wooden. Yuji couldn't help the small gasp that had escaped his lips, as she ever-so-slowly turned just a bit more, body beginning to fully turn towards him. He began to realize just how accurate his first description of her was.
She was a doll, a statuette, in the sense that she was lifeless—hollow—a corpse being puppeted by a higher being, refusing to let its creation die and let their body rest. Her pale skin, once appearing soft and warm, Yuji now began to see as cold, the blue tint of her skin only aiding in the way she looked sickly.
He wanted to say something, to call out perhaps, wanting a response from her just so he could prove to himself that she was, indeed, alive and living. A greeting was on the tip of his tongue, despite the glass door separating them, and his mouth began formed around the word "hello."
Then Megumi slid the door shut on his head with quite a bit of force, and Yuji was finally able to take the hint that he wasn't welcome. He pulled his head back after Megumi slid the door just a bit to let him free, reaching up to rub his cheek with a sour expression. Truthfully, it hadn't hurt that much, only succeeding in hurting his feelings. But, he doubts it was Megumi's intention to only hurt his feelings, so he feigns his discomfort and pain.
He was quickly distracted from his wounded emotions, however, his curiosity clear as day and getting the better of him as he asked who was standing outside of Megumi's room.
Megumi didn't respond, hands tucked into his pockets, but his shoulders tensed infinitesimally. Yuji's eyes easily caught the short, quick motion, but he didn't get the chance to ponder on what the minuscule movement could mean when his new teacher simply chuckled, bringing Yuji's attention onto him.
The white-haired man smiled, head tilting just slightly. Yuji couldn't pinpoint the emotion behind it, the man's smile showing just a bit of everything; a smugness that he seemed to naturally carry in every action he did, a softness that Yuji felt like he wasn't supposed to see, and something pensive and mournful, that only confused Yuji even more. What reason did he have, to mourn someone that was alive?
"You'll see." Was all Satoru had said for a moment, his words nearly sounding like a warning of some impending fate, like a near threat, with the tone of voice he used. His smile never left his face as he explained that Yuji and Megumi would be joined by two others, their first-year class made up of four students.
Yuji felt himself shiver at the man's words, his eyes glancing towards the door that led to Megumi's room.
Whether he wanted to meet her or not, he couldn't quite exactly tell.
