The Fate Of Hope

°•|3: Descent Into Madness|•°

Since none of the staff really knew where to start looking, they allowed the students to lead. Kizakura kept sneaking glances to Sakakura and Munakata, taking notice of how the two men seemed to be walking strangely close together, even for them. The blonde man had always suspected that what the two men had together was something a little more than just a platonic friendship, though he'd never gotten enough evidence to prove it.

He had always noticed that look in Sakakura's eyes whenever he saw or spoke of Munakata and how his usual aggressive scowl seemed to soften even at the mere mention of the other man, so long as nobody was insulting his beloved silver haired man. Kizakura knew from day one that Sakakura was deeply in love with Munakata, as the green haired man's guard dog-like persona only served to prove this.

Munakata was harder to read. Though, he was always rather cold and reserved, Kizakura always had a nagging feeling that the silver haired always had a soft spot for Sakakura as well, always so dependent and reliant on the green haired man. Everyone always commented on Sakakura's loyalty but never on Munakata's dependence on that loyalty. At times, the blonde man couldn't help but think that oftentimes Munakata only requested Sakakura's assistance simply because he knew he could, not because he truly needed Sakakura's help. It was always one of his suspicions that Munakata was always looking for an excuse to have Sakakura's company but did so through errands as to remain seemingly professional. It was all so similar to his and Jin's dynamic. After all, Munakata did share similarities with the headmaster and while he'd never admit it, that made Kizakura worry for Mr.Kirigiri's position at times.

Despite his worries, Kizakura couldn't help but find the similarities between his relationship with Mr.Kirigiri and whatever it was that Sakakura and Munakata called a friendship a little bit amusing. He sometimes thought that Munakata was quite like his Jin in a way, in the regard that both were serious men who meant business. But even Jin had a much softer, more delicate side behind closed doors. There was more to Jin than a strict, cold man and Kizakura figured that Munakata was the same if just even more frigid on the outside. Perhaps the silver haired man was as warm inside as he was cold on the outside for all he knew.

Right now, Sakakura and Munakata seemed to be even closer than ever before, both physically and emotionally. Kizakura took this as evidence that his inkling had been correct but he craved for his suspicions to be proven true.

He smiled softly to himself, thinking of his own relationship. Of course, he always had to keep his romantic relations with Jin secret for the sake of the headmaster's reputation. There were so many times he wanted to talk about his relationship and not have to fear the consequences for openly loving a man. In truth, the blonde man would be open about it anyways if it didn't mean inflicting harm on the man he so dearly loved. But he loved Jin and for Jin, he'd keep it a secret. He knew it'd certainly make sense if Sakakura and Munakata were doing the same as well, if there really was more between them than just the platonic affections that they swore were the only things occuring between them.

Yet of course, Kizakura was nosey, which wasn't unlike him and his own curiousity was a ticking time bomb because of it. Curiousity may have killed the cat but in this case, the curious cat needed it's hunger for answers satiated otherwise it felt as though it might as well die. Kizakura decided that when he had the chance, he was going to confront Munakata and see if he could squeeze the answers the starving curious cat within him so deeply craved out of the frigid silver haired man.

After all, no human could be so robotic, the blonde man figured. There had to be something that made the stone cold workaholic man become vunerable and human. He wanted to flip the script for once, it always felt like Munakata was the one reading everyone else like an open book and Kizakura so desperately wanted to be able to see what was on the other side of the one way window.