(Un) Fortunately the Yandere is Not After Me

Trapped... Again

"Wow, I really need to get someone to fix this door." Misei commented. Arata rolled his eyes, as he disagreed with that assessment. At the same time though, Misao couldn't have just locked in these two like this. That didn't make any sense.

"Well, at least I can call someone." He was grateful that he had access to his phone this time. Once he had picked up all the papers he accidentally knocked down, he went for his phone.

Something was wrong though. No matter how many times he hit the buttons or tapped on his screen. It wouldn't turn on. That was strange, since he knew for a fact that their was still plenty of battery life left.

"Well?" She asked, getting impatient. "Go ahead and call Yogi or Misao." Misei commanded him. From her tone of voice, Arata felt like she was irritated by something.

"I don't understand, it's not turning on." He answered her.

"Really? But I'm certain that you had plenty of battery left." She saw it, and it was far from red.

"Hmm..." He thought for a moment, then realized what was probably the cause of this. "I guess Yogi must've broke it when he dropped it." It made him sad about how fragile this thing was, along with the fact that he was going to have to replace it.

"You're probably right." She agreed, then noticed the problem with that statement. "Hold on. How do you know that Yogi dropped your phone?"

"Ah, damn it." He muttered, that was a big slip up.

"Wait, were you in this room the entire time?" Her body tensed up from the thought that she wasn't alone with Yogi earlier. "But, how?"

Arata didn't say anything in response to her question. Instead, he slowly pointed over to the locker that he stayed hidden in.

"I never took you for a peeper." She scolded him.

"That wasn't my intention." He defended himself. "I just didn't want to ruin your moment, that's all." She took a while to look at him, then quietly sat down at one of the desks. It appeared that she believed him.

"It doesn't matter either way now." She crossed her arms and legs. "Now that we're both stuck in here. I suppose we can try and pass the time."

"Yeah..." Arata would've loved nothing more than that. Except her shuffling was really distracting him. The way she was moving, was she really uncomfortable with him? Now that he was paying attention to it at a closer angle, he was sure he had seen something like this before. "Say, Misei..." He wasn't sure if this was appropriate, but he had to know. "Do you... Maybe need to use the restroom?"

"What?" His question caught her off guard. She took a moment to clear her throat in an attempt to regain composure. "I suppose you could say I need to use the facilities." She responded to him.

"Okay..." What was up with her formal way of answering?

"Look, you'd need to relive yourself if you were stuck in this room for as long as I have." She got self-conscious about her situation.

"I guess... Well except for the fact that I've been in here longer than you."

"Sh-shut up." His words caused her to lose some composure. He took a moment to choose his next words carefully. Arata regretted saying that, because he didn't intend to make fun of her. It was probably better to change the subject, to take her mind off of it.

"Sorry..." He needed to come up with something. Given this situation, he had something pop up. "Say, how do you think Matsu's doing?" He asked her.

"What? Why are we talking about her?"

"Well, because we need something to talk about." He explained. "But, also because she's not really with this group. Even though I'm friends with her." Arata felt a little bad for her. "So, I was just wondering what she was getting herself up to."