Tanjirou's POV:
It had been two weeks since the last unfortunate "incident," and the school was officially shut down. Frankly, I wasn’t sure if they were going to reopen it with how cursed the whole place felt. I mean, people dropping dead left and right? That’s a health hazard. As I pieced things together, I realized one horrifying truth: all the victims were people I had been close to. Was it me? Was I cursed? Did I accidentally make a pact with some ancient demon at the last school dance? (I wouldn't say demon but-)
Nah, couldn’t be me. My prime suspects were Kori—because she never freaked out, like, ever—and inosuke? Well, he was always hyped up like someone who just drank twelve energy drinks, but weirdly, he never acted any different during the chaos. Kinda suspicious when you think about it.
Anyway, I needed answers, so I decided to seek out Aki. She wasn’t exactly my best friend, but I figured she’d know something. Plus, her brother was terrifying, so I was sure she had to be into some deep stuff to survive living with him. (Well-)
I made my way to Aki's house, which was far enough from the neighborhood to look like something out of a horror movie. I knocked on the door, and sure enough, her brother—Obanai—answered, glaring at me like I just showed up with a box of cursed Girl Scout cookies.
"M-may I speak to Aki?" I stammered.
He gave me a death stare that screamed, 'I wish I could turn you into a garden gnome,' but moved aside, letting me in. I tiptoed past him like the snake around his neck was going to snap at any second. Fun fact: I think it’s an emotional support snake. Makes sense when your sister looks like she’s one bad day away from a breakdown.
I bolted upstairs and knocked on Aki’s door. She was crying but opened the door like she'd been expecting me. “You here to talk about the murders?” she asked, like this was a daily discussion at the breakfast table.(Probably is)
"Y-yeah," I said, stepping into her room, which looked like the set of a true crime show. There was a bulletin board covered in photos, strings connecting people, and notes all over the place. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was the killer.(Well-)
“Oh, I know who we need for this,” I said, grabbing my phone and calling Muichiro. “Hey, I’m at a friend’s house. Wanna help us solve a murder?”
Muichiro agreed in record time, like I had just invited him to a picnic. It wasn’t long before he pulled up in a beat-up Maserati. A second later, the window rolled down, and an identical-looking guy with his hair in a ponytail—his twin Yuichiro—peeked out. “Don’t die,” Yuichiro said ominously before speeding off like he'd just delivered a pizza full of cryptic warnings.
Okay?
We made our way into Aki’s room, and the conspiracy session began. Muichiro and Aki hit it off right away, as if they were childhood friends who had been plotting murders since kindergarten. (Really huh)
“The killer’s definitely someone we’d never expect,” Aki said, scribbling notes like Sherlock Holmes on a sugar rush.
“But why?” I asked.
“Think about it! They’ve been too smart to get caught. They know how to avoid suspicion. So, it’s gotta be someone who no one would think could pull it off,” she explained, tapping her notepad dramatically.
I looked between Aki and Muichiro. They were bouncing theories back and forth like they were planning a group project, not solving a murder spree. "Hold on, let me grab us some drinks," Aki said cheerfully, like we hadn’t just been discussing possible serial killers.
Muichiro turned to me, his face close enough to turn my brain into static. “Who do you think it is?” he whispered, and I swear I forgot how to form words for a second.
“I-I’m not sure. I have a few suspects,” I managed to stammer, feeling like a total idiot. Why was I acting like this? It’s like I was more scared of Muichiro than the actual murderer.
Aki returned with drinks, and we kept theorizing. I sipped mine and felt a wave of dizziness hit me like a truck. My vision blurred, and I could barely make out the words Aki muttered before everything went dark.
“Sorry, Tanjirou, I made a deal.”
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Rip tanjirou don't worry he's not dead
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Psycho
Horrortanjirou is a relatively good kid he always follows the rules and is kind to everyone but when his friends finally peer pressure him he's just thinking out one night he meets a strange boy by the lake
