Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)

| Part XXVI: What We've Lost |

I can't imagine why I would send Yuuta to a train station.

I rarely even take the town bus since everything is so close to each other— and I hadn't planned on traveling anywhere far, so why?

I grip my phone, vigorously panting. In between deep breaths, my eyes dance around. There's many people around— how am I going to find Yuuta like this?

I swallow hard, keeping my fingers crossed for some lucky breaks.

My phone is already back to my ear— and even though I know his phone will go straight to voicemail; I find myself trying anyway. I have a bad feeling about all of this.

Did I send him a location?

Maybe I don't remember? Or maybe it was on accident? A pocket dial?

I'm trying to rationalize this however I can, because I refuse to believe that someone has access to my phone. It wouldn't make any sense.

No one would ever be able to guess my passcode.

I begin to fidget, tugging and fondling the scarf hanging around my neck. It's black with tassels. Sugawara gave it to me years ago.

My eyes dart around the train station.

I'm looking for a tall, thin man with nice, trimmed, charcoal-black hair. He's always dressed in black or white; usually both— and no matter what he wears, he always has a real cop vibe about him. Maybe it's the way he keeps his hair perfectly styled and curled that has that effect.

"The recipient you're trying to reach is not avail.."

My heart sinks further than it did the last time I'd tried to call him. Yuuta had always answered my calls; no matter the time. From the crack of dawn, to the dreariest nights— I could always reach him. So why not now?

I push past several shoulders, taking the verbal abuse from just a few people. They're bound to forget me within the next hour, I think to myself.

I continue further and further down the station. I feel claustrophobic. Between these four walls, between all these people— I find myself breathing raggedly.

"Yuuta..." I mutter, hoping it'll somehow reach him.

Alas, I've hit a dead end. I turn my head, my body, my eyes— but I still can't find him. The homeless man behind me keeps staring, shaking his cup towards me. There's only a couple cents in it, I can tell by the lack of jingle jangle.

I glance to him. I feel bad that I can't help, but I pay him no mind; I have to find Yuuta.

"Ma'am... if you would...?"

The older, gruff looking man mutters to me, but I raise my nail to my lips; chewing. Where could he be? I don't know who to call.

My lips part and my brows freeze up. Of course I do! Hinata would know where he is.

I don't have time to think about our relationship right now. I have a bad feeling and anxieties that need to be calmed. I tap at my screen, bringing up Hinata's contact.

"Incoming... transit.
Headed to... Hamamatsuchō Station."

Huh? I sniff the air a couple times. This scent... I can recognize it from anywhere. Like sandalwood and other warm, woody bases. I only know one person who uses this type of shampoo.