𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝟎𝟑𝟎

I've been so stressed lately. I've spent nights awake, pondering over what I should do, if I should be this worried. My parents have been getting worried, and Yui and Mui are catching on more.

I didn't sit at my usual spot on the rooftop for lunch. I was by the fountain. The rushing water calms me, I guess.

"Hey!"

I groaned, thinking that it was one of the boys who was calling out to me. But when I looked to see who it was, I saw Hanakō's older brother. I think his name is... Taro? He was accompanied by Osano's friend. I'm pretty sure he's Raibaru. They both looked concerned.

"Y/N, right?" Taro asked, to which I nodded, "Hey, so... Are you okay."

I furrowed my brows. Why would they of all people be worried about me?

"Um... Yeah?" I said, glancing away.

The two exchanged a look before their gazes fell back on me.

"It's just... My brother, Hanakō... He can't stop talking about you. Every day when we walk home, all he's talking about is you. I think he even has pictures of you."

"Yeah, Osano's the same way," Raibaru nodded, "usually, he's pretty stoic, but he talks about you so affectionately. They've also become friends with a bunch of... interesting people here. People who they would never usually hang out with. And they all seem to really like you."

I looked at them both and ruffled my hair, trying to clear my thoughts.

"... Don't let them know that you know that," I said, standing.

"Huh? What do you-?"

"Just don't, okay?"

I quickly left the courtyard, not noticing how my bento got left behind.

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Yuichiro reluctantly walked into the cooking club room. Ever since White Day, something about it unnerved him. Amao unnerved him. When he confronted him about stalking his sister, Amao just looked at him with a creepy gaze in his eyes until Yuichrio left.

As if on cue, Amao came into view. He was standing next to the counter, and it looked like he was eating something. A bento? It looked familiar... Almost like... it was his sister's bento? His brows furrowed as anger started to bubble within him.

"What the hell are you doing?" He spat, grabbing Amao's arm and pushing him to look at him.

It was his sister's bento.

"How did you get this, you freak?!"

Amao just smiled, not looking at him.

"Huh?! Answer me-!"

His words were silenced by a sharp pain in his head, and then nothingness.

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A/N: I'm moving to Canada. Not now, but when I get old enough. I already know what college I want to go to. I don't care how expensive it is, I need to get out of America. Too much is going on, and I know it'll only get worse.

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