HOMRA One shots (K project)

If It Had Only Been a Dream (Bando x Reader)

~ Reader's POV ~

There was a deafening bang as the gunshot rang out through the small bus. My heart stopped beating in my chest, leaving it tight and I helplessly watched as the now lifeless body crumpled to the ground. My shaky hand reached up and clamped over my mouth, my fingers trembling against my cheek. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't call for help and I couldn't even scream because at that moment, my voice betrayed me and I was as still as a marble statue caught in the afternoon sunlight.

Even if I could do anything, someone had ought to have heard that, it was too loud for anyone not to. All the students had just piled off the bus, I was the last, and man, right now I really wished that for once I sat at the front or at least lonesome in the middle. However fate has a weird way of torturing people, and I was insanely curious as to what I had done to deserve witnessing something as dreadfully horrific as that.

Earlier that day...

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The faint, annoying nuisance of torturous buzzing broke through my deep sleep and pulled me from my dreamless slumber. Hastily, I reached over and turned off the alarm clock with the bottom of my fist. It made an unsettling chirp and fell silent.

"I hate my life." I complained into my pillow, but despite my aching muscles, I was able to coax myself out of bed and over to my closet.

It looked like a cool autumn day from what I could see from the dull sunlight pouring through the window. So I tugged on a dark grey hoodie and some black jeans. I didn't bother to mess with the tangle of (H/c) hair on my head; I threw it up in a bun. (If you have short hair, you just let it be.) After that was done, I put on some light makeup and grabbed my schoolbag and an apple from the kitchen before racing out the door.

My dad was already at work and wouldn't be home until late and my mom... was -blatantly- never coming home.

I pulled open the door to my old, red, beaten-down car and hopped inside, putting the keys in the ignition and starting my drive to school. Halfway there, I realized that there was only five minutes until the first bell rang, I internally started panicking and tried to inch just above the speed limit, so that I would make it there in time... but I didn't.

When I pulled into the parking lot, it was 8:32, two minutes after the bell.

I sighed heavily and leaned back against the cotton seats of my car, relaxing just for a moment or two. At least I had my first class with my best friend, Lily and the next with my other best friend Bando. They were really all I had since I transferred not that long ago from Canada. We had our own little group of "outcasts" though. Japan was a long way from home and it was majorly different, for all of us. I had trouble adjusting at first, but then I found people who I related to and we got along just fine.

Snapping out of the little trance I had fallen into, I swung my backpack over my shoulder and got out of the car, locking it and stuffing the keys into my hoodie pouch.

I got a late slip from the office and walked through the empty halls until I got to my class. Honestly an empty school freaked me out a little; it was just so barren and white, like a hospital...and I really really hated hospitals.

I knocked on the tall, Beachwood colored door and waited; I heard footsteps get closer to it and a student I recognized as Yata, opened the door, stepping to the side and letting me in with a smile.

"Wow, (Y/n)." he whispered as I walked by. I turned around and mouthed "Shut up" playfully, before heading over to the teacher's desk and passing him the brightly colored slip.