unapproachable ➢ 𝘵. 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢

chapter thirty two

i walk into the kitchen to see mattsun, makki, nishinoya, tsukishima, and kuroo.

"chinami!" makki exclaims, blunt in hand. literally where the fuck did he get that from..

"what did you want."

"can you show us the rings again? you're like.. a natural." mattsun says.

"are you trying to get me high?" i pull the pen out of the top of my thigh highs.

"this 'ol thing won't get you high, silly!" nishinoya puts a hand on my shoulder. i push it off.

"don't touch me." i hit the pen and begin making rings once again.

"my bad." he raises his hands in defense.

"wow, shorty. didn't know you were like this." tsukishima remarks.

"wow, shorty~" i mock and roll my eyes. "me neither." i put the pen back in my socks.

kuroo and mattsun start doing tricks. ugh, showoffs. yes, i'm jealous.

"oh, shit. i think the twenty minutes are up." nishinoya runs off. the five of us go off to the living room and sit on the couches.

"alright, who's missing?" shibayama questions. we all look around.

"asahi." nishinoya says with his eyes widened.

"and teshiro." kuroo says.

"kindaichi as well." iwaizumi says.

"kiyoko-san also!" yamamoto looks like he's about to cry.

"so, someone killed more than once?" oikawa says with worry in his voice.

"someone's on a rampage!" tanaka says with a nervous laugh.

"alright, any info this time?" kuroo questions just like last round. i look to kenma and he looks to me. we nod and i cross my legs, putting my hands on my knee.

"kunimi. care to explain why you and asahi went down a hallway?" i look past the other aoba johsai boys to kunimi.

"when." kunimi keeps a poker face while making eye contact with me.

"i'd say.. approximately five minutes ago."

"that's not very descriptive."

"that hallway." i point to the hallway leading to the bathroom.

"okay. yet what proof do you have. i'm not the only one here with a black middle part." he looks over to shibayama.

"hey! i have no part in this nonsense." shibayama crosses his arms.

"both of you get up." i get up from the couch, kunimi and shibayama doing the same. "stand back to back."

they do just that.

"she's really into this..." i hear mattsun say from behind me.

"shut the fuck up. i don't play around when it comes to murder mystery."

i hear some snickers around as i look at kunimi and shibayama's height differences. "now. i'm pretty sure shibayama and asahi aren't the same height. but, guess who is." i look to kunimi. "nice try, buddy." i put a hand on his shoulder.

"you still have no proof."

"oh, deadass?" i look to kenma.

"kunimi, don't deny it." kenma says. i love a reliable alibi.

"this is getting juicy." yaku leans back on the couch and puts his hands behind his head.

"don't deny what?" kunimi replies and turns to kenma.