LOVE THY ENEMY.⠀◈⠀izaya orihara

ii.⠀›⠀not a hero nor a villain.

The next day, you're back in your body.

You placed a hand on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief. Nothing bad had happened to you. Not yet, at least. You were still wary of what's to come in the future, but you try to be more optimistic and think brightly. Most importantly, you made it out alive.

You were lucky enough that your parents weren't here to prod you with interrogating questions. It would've been tiresome to explain the whole thing to them. Besides, even if you were to explain your whole current situation, you didn't know where or how to begin. You were still trying to figure it out; trying to process the whole thing. It was better to keep things to yourself for now; you weren't really sure how people would react to you confessing to waking up in other people's body. The least you wanted for yourself is to be sent to a mental institution.

You pick up your phone from your bedside and see that your parents—your mother, in particular—had texted you regarding your absence from school yesterday. You bit the bottom of your lip and type out your reply: I was sick, that's all. I'm fine now. A little lie wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Besides, it wasn't that far from the truth—you were bedridden for the whole day, after all.

You go with your daily routine—with unusual happiness and cheer as opposed to your normal gloom and hesitation. You wash your face with cold water, prepare your lunch, eat your breakfast, brush your teeth, and put on your school uniform. Everything was back to normal. Everything would come back to its usual pace; no more reading people's minds, no more navigating yourself in other people's bodies; you were back to your own self, and that's all that had mattered to you.

You would forget everything from yesterday. That's what you had promised yourself.

* * *

Once arriving at school, Kishitani is not there in his assigned seat, and you immediately think that you've done something wrong.

No, I couldn't have, you try to reassure yourself. I got back to his home before lunch ended and I fell asleep. Nothing should've happened to him.

Panicking, you knew, wouldn't be helpful in your state right now. You knew better, or at least you thought you did. Despite your constant reassurances, you couldn't help but overthink what might've happened to Kishitani—whether he got involved in some accident, or worse, died. And it was all of your fault. You clenched your fists, knuckles turning white and before you could've done something brash, a voice stops you.

"Excuse me," they say, and you freeze. "Can I help you?"

It was Kishitani. A wave of relief washes over you, and all of your anxieties disappear in a second.

"Kishitani-san," You nodded to him in acknowledgement. "Good morning."

He smiles back, but you don't miss the hollowness of it. "Good morning." 

He walks pass by you, placing his school bag on the hook of the desk and taking his seat. Kishitani notices that you haven't moved from your spot, and he wonders privately to himself whether if you were going to profess your love to him. He frowns at the thought; he had already loved someone, and he doubts that he would be changing his mind anytime soon. Rejecting the first girl was already troublesome enough.

"Kishitani-san," you began,  "You wouldn't happen to have an extra slot in your Biology Club, would you?"

He blinks owlishly, surprised. He didn't see that coming.

And truth to be told, neither did you. You've never considered joining a club yourself, but the scolding tone of your teacher had entered your mind just by then, and you figured that it was probably time that you join a club, just so you could quit hearing your teacher's persistent reminders that you needed friends and that socialising was important. It was a small club, only with a member of two people, and the less people there are, the more beneficial it is to you. You didn't want to acquaint yourself with too many people.