Silver Hearts | Sakusa Kiyoomi

38 | dead eyes

WARNING: LOTS OF SWEARING UP AHEAD AND TRIGGERING TOPICS! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

"My... saviour?"

(Y/N)'s mind surged with perplexity, and she wore a puzzled expression. How could her roommate be her saviour when she was a possible suspect for the push. It just didn't click.

As Okane drew nearer to the two, (Y/N) noticed an ominous hooded person tagging along with her. Who was it? Their head lowered, and their hands stuffed inside their pockets. They finally stopped in front of (Y/N) and Sasaki-sensei with Okane.

"Since everyone's here, let's begin our-" Sasaki-sensei was not able to finish his sentence before another teacher called him over.

"Sasaki-san! We have a bit of a problem here!" A fellow teacher yelled out and waved his arms.

"Ah! I'll be right there!" Sasaki-sensei shouted back. "I'll let you girls talk it out first."

Shortly after he left, there was an uneasy silence between the three. It was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid their conversation had become without Sasaki-sensei. All three waited for one of them to speak up first, but no one dared to try.

"So... why did you push me, Okane?" (Y/N) quickly gulped and averted her gaze from Okane's. If no one was going to start talking, she might as well get to the point. It was useless to lie now.

Then, a look of shocked surprise came into the face of Okane, and (Y/N) wondered why, until she realized that she had crossed her arms and was laughing uproariously. Her laughter rippled through the tense air, shocking (Y/N).

What was so funny about a grave moment like this?

Her mind was sent reeling, unable to comprehend or process the images and sounds that were being sent by her eyes and ears. Her lips curled, and her nostrils flared, how could Okane laugh so freely at a situation so grave when it could get her expelled from school.

"I pushed you?" Okane scoffed after calming down from her fit of laughter. "You got the wrong person."

"Huh?"

(Y/N) eyed her weirdly as her thought process went haywire. "I got the wrong person...?"

"If you want to know who really pushed you, it's this girl over here."

Okane jabbed her thumb to her left, pointing at the hooded figure that had turned to face the ground.

"There's no point hiding your face now." She crossed her arms, sluggishly rolling her eyes.

Just as Okane said that the hooded figure slowly took off their hood, revealing a certain face that made (Y/N) widen her eyes and clasp her hand over her mouth.

"H-Hiraoka?"

Hiraoka clicked her tongue. "What a fucking snitch. Who knew a lonely bitch like you could talk."

"Call me what you want, at least I'm not a two-faced swine." Okane smiled in retaliation, aggravating Hiraoka, who changed her face into a deeper scowl.

"Why...?" (Y/N) quietly breathed out, making Okane and Hiraoka briefly stop insulting each other to look at her. "Why did you do it?"

"Pfft, did you really think I would think of you as a friend?" It was weird. Hiraoka was like a completely different person compared to the one (Y/N) knew. Her sweet, gentle demeanour quickly perished. She emitted pure malice, malice that she kept so skillfully hidden. No wonder (Y/N) couldn't detect it at all.

"Such a shame. I thought you'd be much dumber. Of course, you wouldn't have figured it was me if this bitch didn't snitch." Hiraoka bitterly sneered.