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TBHK/JSHK
[ VARIOUS x GN. READER ]
- raised by a family full of exorcists, (SURNAME) (FORENAME) had grown to know all about supernaturals and apparitions.
they grew self aware that there are those who lurk the earth...
lethe ; the river of oblivion or forgetfulness in ancient greek mythology. (to forget something completely).
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CHAPTER FOUR: — — — — — LETHE
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'(SURNAME)-Sans's posters are gone?!'
Nene was in a panic. She came to school this morning expecting everything to go as it usually did; go to class, talk to Aoi, exchange small talk with (FORENAME) and then clean up the bathrooms for Hanako (hopefully) with Kou's help. But of course, life wasn't always that easy.
The minute she stepped into 1-A she knew something was wrong. The room felt bland, colorless despite her always entering and feeling the sense of familiarity, but everytime she looked around— it seemed as if everything was there.
..Until she glanced at the wall.
The walls were empty, lacking posters she admired almost everyday because of how much care was put into them to make them look nice and welcoming.
They were made by you. She knew because of your part-time job at the library, everybody in 1-A knew they were by you.
She'd come to return a book she borrowed about occult and ghost related topics a couple of times to see you over and alone at a table with craft materials and stacks of poster paper— making multiple for specific clubs in order to give them the fame they deserved for everybodies eyes to see.
You'd kindly decline anyone's attempts in trying to help you, take no notice of the stares other random students who blushed and admired you gave while you picked up glue and stuck a few things on the sheet to make it more eye catching. She knew they were something you worked hard to finish. Even the teacher congratulated you with the ending product.
