The Mastermind is a Middle School Student (KHR FF)

The End

(21:The end of this fanfic)

[-1-]

Outfit is half of a first impression.

Most people who met the child of the Yukimura Household remember him as an outstanding young man.

He often wore long sleeves, no matter the uniform, and rarely used jackets. If it's summer, he'll roll the sleeves up his arms to reduce warmth; If it's winter, he'll roll it back down but refuses to wear the full uniform with the jacket.

Rarely does he appear to break that mold, seemingly allergic to change.

-- Some people, whose whole impression was kept unchanging, would be entirely unrecognizable outside of their usual attire.

In that way, a certain unnamed passerby managed to get away with crossdressing without being recognized.

--Coincidentally, that is also why Eitou feels entirely different today.

Standing in front of the mirror, Eitou looked at the outfit he was wearing with a gentle smile.

As per usual for winter uniforms, a suit is worn with sharp lapels to emphasize the shoulder. Unlike Namichuu's coffee brown, this one is pure black. Black just like the black of Eitou's hair, making him look like one tall shadow.

An entirely new school logo is pinned on his left breast pocket.

"Namimori High School..."

Eitou looked down to fiddle with the slightly crooked tag, "It seems odd to mention high school in Namimori. The anime and manga never mentioned any high school, I just thought there was none."

But, Eitou supposes. That just means none of the plots will affect him.

That's right, Eitou has now officially entered high school.

Meaning, not only will he not be involved in the plot anymore, but the title of the fanfiction will also be invalid.

"Ah, I'm getting emotional..." A certain gardener said with a wide smile on his face.

He turns away from the mirror, picks up his bag, and silently clenches his fist for his high school life.

Yeah! No more crazy flames! No more crazy skylark!

Thought the gardener, completely unaware of the roller coaster the day would be.

[-2-]

Namimori High School is quite far from his residence, to the point that he does need transport for this one.

Eitou stood absentmindedly while browsing his flip phone, waiting for the train to arrive. All around, other people do various things to keep themselves entertained while they wait for their transport to come.

The trains in Japan are at an odd juncture of trying their hardest to stay on time-- and failing miserably to be on time.

They would encounter all sorts of problems, technical issues, personnel issues, and...

Eitou's black eyes imperceptibly glanced at the woman in front of him. Her pale skin undoubtedly contrasts with her black hair, if this were a Japanese painting, she would be a beauty. Unfortunately, this is real life, and she simply looks sickly.

Her expression is mostly blocked by her own hair, and her head bows downwards as if she's trying her best to stay unnoticed. Despite her neat outfit, lethargy spreads out from within her, her thin bony fingers clutch onto itself in some sort of comfort, but she releases them herself.

Eitou's black eyes retreated back to his phone.

... And human accidents.

The train station rumbles, signifying an incoming train.