Ayano's POV
Upon seeing the familiar black jacket drenched in a puddle of blood my eyes darted at the trail of the thin red line towards the gymnasium, my legs having a mind of its own quickly ran at the said establishment.
My heart was pounding, I cannot describe this feeling is it worry? Or fear? Each step I take my vision slowly darkened, what is this? Am I sick?
Gripping on the handle as I opened the door, my expectations dropped down and had made me want to make a hole in the wall, instead, I slapped my forehead with my hand in dismayed... and out of relief?
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The sight before her... six boys were sitting crossed-legged in the middle of the spacious room with cards on their hands, upon looking at it closely they were not playing solitaire but fucking UNO.
" Ho Ho... Uno...Orokamono.." Osoro said deeply his predatory eyes were locked to Umeji's slowly standing as he did a Jojo pose.
The long-haired blond man grabbed the wooden bat resting at the floor at his side as he gestured the boys to grab the charlatan which they did so.
Osoro smirked at his right-hand man, Umeji, who was thrashing from their restraints.
" You son of a bitch! You cheated!." Umeji barked back still writhing from their grasp like a child having a tantrum for not getting his lollipop from his dadd- I mean mommy. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
" Well, what can you say? I'm still worthy bitch!." Osoro swings the bat sending a strong blow hitting Umeji's stomach.
Umeji, on the other hand, spat out some blood as he glared at their tyrant leader he gave up on struggling he just accepted the consequences for losing at that dumb game.
While the boys were doing their fun Ayano was watching them in a blank expression but actually, she enjoys the violence so she doesn't mind wasting her time on the show.
She chewed her lip regretting not getting a popcorn, next time when an unexpected event occurs she will always bring any snacks, even when the earthquake hits or aliens had come to abduct them, just chill and watch others suffer.
" THIS IS FOR RUINING MY JACKET!." Osoro yelled and jumped like a Sparta as he smacked the devil out of Umeji, the other boys were just cheering on their leader as they still kept their grip on Umeji who kept on glaring daggers at all of them until his eyes landed at Ayano.
" H-hey... Who the hell invited that small fry?!." Umeji exclaimed his voice was hoarse as he kept on coughing out blood like it's not a big deal.
Then all of the boys turned their heads at that said girl who was standing idly in the doorstep, a minute of silence was ruptured by Osoro who coughed gaining their attention he threw the wooden bat away.
He sauntered towards Ayano in a serious yet deadly expression, he stopped his tracks when he was a meter away from her.
" What brings you here?." He questioned in a menacing tone, Ayano raised one of her eyebrows she was surprised that this motherfucker can be this serious, it piqued her interest.
Instead of answering his question, her dead eyes were still prolonged to his bright yellow ones wanting to know what will be his reaction, the boys behind him were still observing their leader but they still kept their grip on Umeji.
Osoro still held up a solemn front but his cheeks were painted in red, Ayano noticed it he was either nervous or shy, well the feeling is somehow mutual, her heart was raging crazily is it in anger?
" You should go." Osoro turned his back from her only to be surprised when a hand was gripping the cloth of his white polo behind that made him halt his actions.
He sighed and looked back at Ayano, he was still furious at her for letting go such words that somehow pierced something inside of him, and besides why does he feel euphoric when she is near?
" I'm sorry."
Osoro's eyes widened it was the first time he heard this emotionless girl asking for forgiveness, his eyes softened he does feel guilty for leaving her, besides she is a girl, she has a sensitive heart....
Even though she just, number one obsessing over Taro Yamada, number two brutally murdered someone and number three her attempts to kill him by using a knife and almost crushed his balls...
She looks fragile, even though her expression is blank and the tone of her voice is abstruse, sensing her apology is not that sincere, he will just lower his pride to understand this perplexing girl.
" I'm sorry too," Osoro replied he turned himself again to face her as he caught her hand that was gripping his shirt, holding it lovingly.
" Fuck! this is so cringy I would rather die than watch this fucking romance shit! I'm outta here!." Umeji exclaimed as he successfully freed himself from his member's restraints, he ambled his way towards the exit including the members who just followed him in a disdainful grimace look caused by the two love birds.
Once they were alone in the quiet stadium Ayano took the opportunity to grab Osoro's wrist that was holding her delicate hand as she twisted it earning a squirrel-like sound from the man.
" You fucking bitch..." Osoro gritted his teeth, instead of letting his anger control him, he just wrapped his arm around Ayano, resting his head on top of hers hugging her.
Ayano, on the other hand, was shocked as she let go of Osoro's wrist, she can't comprehend anything by this warmth that made her all flustered, her cheeks were very red as she can smell his disgusting scent that emanates from his bare chest since this mother fucker doesn't button his white polo completely only leaving three unbuttoned, she just stays still with her eyes wide open.
' Finally this bitch released my wrist' Osoro celebrated in his mind as a tear cascaded down his face from the beaming pain in his wrist.
