Dust covered love |Genmui|

Again

Notes:

So I am having regrets.
I'm honestly so sorry to you all.

TW: Shooting

Everything was silent.

Then they heard the gunshots.

The sound filled the ears of every student in the school.

Then they heard the screams.

They were so loud, intertwined with the sound of gunshots.

Everyone seemed to jump into action at the same time, all thoughts of class abandoned, overridden by the instinct of survival.

The door locked and all the students seemed to shrink away.

They all dropped below the desks and Muichiro crawled over slowly to Genya.

The taller boy's face had gone pale.

"I'm scared"

Muichiro placed his hand on Genya's.

"It'll be ok. We'll be fine."

He whispered, voice trembling.

He begged himself to believe the words where it spoke, but everything was so uncertain.

This wouldn't be where they died....right?

........................................................................

Yuichiro could help but smirk.

The news blared on the TV in front of him. Shots had been heard at Muichiro's high school. This was perfect.

Everything was going according to plan.

He put on a face of fake concern, pulling himself off the couch and heading to Muichiro's room.

"Muichiro are you ok there?"

He asked, knocking on the door.

No reply.

He knocked again, more aggressively.

"Muichiro?"

"Muichiro!"

He scowled, pushing the door open.

"Muichiro you-"

The room was empty.

He stared at the open window, realization hitting him like a bus.

He rushed out of the room, searching for the burner phone frantically.

He dialed the number, but nothing.

It was too late.

He dropped to his knees, clasping his hands to his chest in prayer.

"God, God I'm so sorry, just don't take my brother. Don't let anything happen to Muichiro."

..............................................

Muichiro took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

The gunshots were getting louder over time. He could hear the footsteps coming closer to the door.

He squeezed Genya's hand tighter as the doorknob turned.

The figure at the door shook the doorknob violently, and both of the boys edged towards the wall at the back of the classroom.

There was nowhere to hide, they would be sitting ducks once the shooter managed to pry the door open.

Genya pulled the desk down, slowly and quietly, so that it could act as a shield between them and the door.