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12 | Police

Komaeda gasped. "My gosh!"

"What the fuck?!" Hinata shouted.

The pale boy walked towards the man and put a finger on his neck. "He's alive," He said. "Hinata-kun, please call an ambulance,"

"Uh, yeah." He grabbed his phone.

"I'm calling the police," the manager said.

Suddenly, Komaeda got worried. He seemed like he wanted to get away quick. He fiddled with his sleeves impatiently as Hinata talked to the person on the phone.

Once he hung up, Komaeda walked past him. "Let's go now,"

"What?? We probably count as witnesses-"

"We haven't seen anything, have we? Let's go. I'm not very fond of the police,"

"We should stay and tell them about the weird waiter,"

"No," Komaeda hugged himself. "Let's go, please," He pleaded.

"We can't just leave,"

"The manager can tell the police about it. We were with her the whole time, we're not any more suspicious than her. I'm leaving..." He said before walking towards the exit.

"Komaeda, come back here!" Hinata shouted at him, angry. The whole restaurant went quiet.

Komaeda hugged himself tighter.

"There's a half-dead man in the bathroom and we're the ones who found him! Come back here right now! You're gonna tell the police what you saw whether you like it or not!"

Panic broke out quickly. People began running to the bathroom, screaming, running out of the restaurant. Due to the big crowd rushing away, Hinata lost sight of Komaeda. Once the doorway was empty again, Komaeda was gone.

-

The pale boy walked through the street, looking down at the ground. An ambulance rushed past him, the siren making him cover his ears. Following it were two police cars. Komaeda glared at them.

He hated the police.

To Komaeda, the word 'officer' was just a fancy title for 'liar' or 'traitor'. He hated officers.

If his life was in danger, he would rather look for protection in the arms of a mafioso than in those of an officer.

Nothing made his blood boil more than officers bragging about their achievements or women gushing about men in police uniforms.

Komaeda was never mad. Everything bad that got to him was deserved. But right now, his body was filled with anger.

When he was a child, they shouted at him. Demanded answers. Threatened to throw him out and leave him to fend for himself on the streets.

When he was a teenager, they laughed at him. Didn't believe him. Slapped the back of his head and told him to get a grip. Called him an attention whore.

These people got paid to serve and protect civilians. Victims. People in need. Those who were too weak to defend themselves.

And yet, Komaeda found himself leaving the police station feeling beat down and worthless time and time again.

Where was he supposed to go now? His dorm, where tons of photos and letters were presumably waiting for him? Hinata's home, where he didn't have the right to be?

Where was he supposed to go now, seriously?

He looked at his phone. Hinata had sent him a few texts.

Hinata-kun: Where are you??

Hinata-kun: Komaeda please come back

Hinata-kun: if i scared you with my yelling im sorry

Hinata-kun: if you won't come back to the restaurant at least wait for me at my house okay

He slowly typed out a reply.

Komaeda: Alright. I'll see you at your place then