really - naegami

really

'Byakuya Togami is gay.'

Byakuya stared down at the slightly yellowed sheet of paper given to him by the psychopathic bear, which bore his secret in bold black letters. His crystal blue eyes tinged with surprise and he scoffed as a response, glancing around at his 'classmates' rather urgently before staring back downwards.

His secret was nothing major. Truly nothing the heir would murder over. Despite this, there was no way he wanted it exposed to everyone—God forbid Toko find out, or worse, her murderous alter-ego.

He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose before peeling his eyes away from the paper and distracting himself with the distraught faces of his peers. He chuckled lightly as he folded up the paper nicely, shoving it quickly into his pocket. Palm to palm, he brushed his hands together as to clean them.

"Well, I think we're done here, then." The heir stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He locked eyes with Hina as she looked up at him.

"What do you mean?"

The swimmer's expression showed of resentment as well as confusion, as she's never been the brightest. Byakuya took a breath and could smell the donuts wafting off of her from where he was standing.

"I mean, Aoi, that I think it's time we leave." He stated sharply, pushing his white-rimmed glasses higher onto his nose. "If your secrets are as rudimentary and unimportant as mine, I think we're all safe from a killing game this go around."

"Not everyone is as perfect and free of sin as you, Togami." Mondo growled, clenching his large fist toward the heir.

"Calm down, guys." Makoto chimed in, trying to diffuse this situation. Which worked, because neither students were invested in the 'argument' anyway.

After casting a somewhat thankful glance the luckster's way, Byakuya grit his teeth and turned away from the biker. Of course, the blonde was lying. He was, indeed, ashamed. Which is something he would never admit.

To anyone.

Ever.

***

Togami sat quietly in the library, book in hand and glasses down loosely on the tip of his slightly-pointed pale nose. His long legs were propped up onto the table and the only sound around him was the occasional flip of a page.

That is, until the door loudly shot open.

The heir jumped slightly and slapped his book closed, eyes jumping up to look at the person who disturbed his free time. Of course, before his (above-average, he may add) brain could even put a name to the face, an all-too familiar voice rang through the small room.

"Oh, master-sama~!" The genocider called in a singsong voice as she stormed in, her perfectly silver scissors reflecting light directly into Byakuya's eyes. He grimaced and stood up, crossing his arms as the known murderer ran up to him.

"What do you need, Syo?" He questioned coldly, looking down at her.

"Oh, master," She stopped to giggle lowly, looking at him through half-lidded eyes as usual. "I just wanted to talk to ya, you know, about what the bear gave us in the gym today." She paused once more to drape herself onto Togami, resting her chin and hands on his chest. "If we tell each other our deepest darkest secrets maybe it'll lead to something more~"

Byakuya took a step back and forced Syo off of him by the shoulders, touching her as minimally as possible. He brushed off the front of his dress shirt and sighed at her antics.

"I'd prefer not to discuss this with you, Fukawa. Especially if it means getting close with you." He scowled at her, putting his hands into his pockets.