Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)

| Part XII: Fate Is Brutal |

It's been over an hour and I still can't seem to understand what could have happened to my phone. I mean... I just had it.

Hinata and Yuuta have probably sent me many messages combined, no doubt in their minds that I may have lost it. I feel bad, but now that I am relieved from my class— I can head over to Yuuta and explain.

Me and Yachi parted ways earlier. She's learned new things about herself— things I'd think she should have known about sooner... but at least she's elated. She's smiling, she's confident, she's happier.

I adjust my bag clinging to my shoulder, lining the strap along my fingertips. I can't say the same thing about myself though... I am beyond frustrated.

At least my phone was paid off, but I can't say that I am looking forward to replacing it. I sigh, eyes turning towards the pasty clouds above me. Perhaps... I dropped it?  But I do remember that psychotic beggar grazing me. And for a moment there, he felt too close— he felt too precise. I sigh.

It was a standard issue LG, but perhaps it'll be of much more value to him now that he has it. I guess some people need things more than you do, right?

I try not to linger on that thought. I have a feeling that everything will be okay. Good energy, (Y/N). You will attract the energy you put ou—

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'Are you kidding me?' I stiffen, eyes squinting towards the light droplets. My lips remain part, and I smile cluelessly into the pebbles of rain slipping down my skin.

So much for that proverb.

The rain quickens, and as do I. Although my bag doesn't offer me much cover, it offers me a peace of mind. I raise it over my head and begin to sprint off into Yuuta's direction— all with a single thought in mind...

Hinata told me it was going to rain this morning.

I trudge my feet, dragging them along the knotted metal beneath me. The weight of my day is slowing me down— that, and perhaps it's because I can feel water dripping from the ends of my clothes. I know I need a long nap and a bag of Cheetos Puffs after today.

211. I raise my hand, quite reluctantly, up to the metal door. And there I reach for the grey-colored resonator, but I don't press it. I don't have to, rather.

I keep my half-lidded eyes on the door and I watch it begin to swing open. I'm surprised, craning my head to the side.

But the black-haired male hasn't noticed me yet. His eyes are glued to his phone— he looks a bit frantic. A bit worried. "Shoot. I forgot my umbrella. She probably doesn't have one..."

"Yeah; she definitely doesn't have one." Yuuta pursues. He clicks his tongue and immediately pivots. I can hear his slippers squeaking as he steps to the side— and he still doesn't lift his head. I am speechless at his lack of awareness at the given moment.

It was only until he lowered his phone does he pay me any mind. His eyes are wide, and relief begins to swirl inside of them.

"What... What the?" He stutters, blinking several times. He then peeks around the corner out of the door, just before he takes a good look at me. "Where did you come from?" He asks me, holding his translucent umbrella.