Mastermind | Chuuya Nakahara.

TWENTY-SEVEN.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN:
Fuck you, Nakahara.
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"Should we hide the sharp cutlery?" Higuchi was whispering, leaning into Tachihara. Everyone was in the dining room for breakfast, with the exclusion of Mori and Kouyou who had yet to arrive. Higuchi's words had been been about the pair in the middle of the table, sitting opposite each other. Aki and Chuuya hadn't stopped glaring at each other—nor cursing the other out whenever they had the chance. Aki had asked him to pass her the salt and he had told her to drop dead. No one had a clue what the fuck they were witnessing. They had been hateful to one another since they met, but they had took it to a whole other level. It had been like that for days.

Tachihara leaned into the blonde woman, "It's probably best we don't get involved." He told her, knowing it was for the best. They would only end up being collateral damage if they got involved in whatever the fuck was going on with the pair. The were practically steaming with rage, murderous looks in their eyes. It was actually pretty terrifying.

Gin swallowed, eyeing the pair. She had never seen Aki look so murderous—which was shocking considering she was a murderer. But it unsettled her, not because she was scaring her, but because she didn't like to see her hurt—which she clearly was. She could see straight through her. Aki wasn't angry by any means, she was hurting and trying to cover it up by drenching herself in anger. She'd known her long enough to realise it was something she did—turn any negative emotion she felt into rage. She wished that her friend would treat herself with more kindness.

A heavy sigh left Akutagawa's lips as he brought his cup of coffee to his mouth, "How long are you two going to keep this up for? It's been four days." He didn't particularly care for whatever spitting match the pair were having, but it was annoying to witness. Any time the pair were near one another, the air was heavy and silence washed across it. Silence, Akutagawa didn't mind, but the one that came with their bitching match was deathly.

A collective of relieved sighs filled the air. If anyone was going to say anything, it was going to be Akutagawa. He didn't care about being blunt, nor did he care for being in the middle of their spat. He wasn't even going to bother saying anything about it, assuming they would go back to their normal selves instead of the murderous personas that had taken over their bodies—but after four days of it, he was tired. So fucking tired. They were acting like prepubescent idiots.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." Aki said, sticking her nose in the air, taking a long sip of her apple juice.

"Me neither." Chuuya said, picking up his own glass of orange juice to drink. Everyone exchanged glances.

Aki's eyes narrowed into slits at Chuuya, "Don't agree with what I'm saying—in fact, how about you simply don't talk, huh?" Hirotsu sighed heavily, putting a hand to his face. These children. He was so fed up with them, so very fed up. He'd even considered skipping breakfast that morning to avoid witnessing their wrath—but he had a mission to leave for soon and didn't have enough time to cook breakfast for himself.

Chuuya's head snapped towards her, his eyes widening in rage, "What? How about you shut your mouth for once! We'd all really fucking appreciate it!" He exclaimed, his hand balling into a fist around his glass. Everyone in the room prepared themselves—just in case it was going to smash beneath his hand.