❝THE TIME FLIES AND WE'RE FLOWING FREE!❞
[hayato k. x f!reader] two eleven-year-olds with a crucial role manage to get dragged into a serial killer drama within their golden-hearted town.
━CROSS-POSTED ON QUOTEV AND AO3
━JJBA PART 4 SPOILERS
━COVER...
❝KID, YOUR SENSES BETTER SHARPEN IF YOU'RE TRYIN' TO WIN THIS TOWN!❞
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"HAYATO! HAYATO?! ARE YOU PLANNING TO SLEEP ALL DAY, HAYATO?" Shinobu called out, walking up the stairs to see her son.
The boy hadn't left his room yet.
He wondered if she was worried for him, fearing that the boy would oversleep and be late for school.
"Hurry up and wake—"
But she paused, her visage softened at the sight of Hayato, who stood by the window and looked out. The shine of the sun beamed through the transparent glass of the windows—the gleam shined down on his face and chafed his features. Slowly, he turned his face around and met his amber irises with hers. Strangely, he felt a wave of déjà vu ebb at his indifferent features.
But why?
"What, you're already awake?" She said in shock, "That's a surprise. Well, Hayato, breakfast is ready. Honestly, why don't you ever answer me?"
With that, Shinobu closed the door and went back downstairs, leaving Hayato alone in his room. The young boy ruminated on the circumstances, his mind calibrating what he could do next. If he ever made the wrong move, something disastrous could instigate.
He needed to be careful—not careless.
In his mind, there was the confirmed news of a serial killer living here. The news reverberated endlessly in his mind, on and on. It rang like an alarm clock, unable to find the off switch to tone it down.
He couldn't sleep very well last night.
Reaching into the pocket of his pants and taking out the recording, he absentmindedly stared at it, hands rubbing against the smooth surface. Then—his eyes changed their trajectory as they looked at the door. Kira—he found out that he saw him kill someone last evening. From that moment onward, he knew that his life would be at risk. This situation was deadly for a child, and one could even say, killer. Anyway, Hayato made sure he couldn't lay a single finger on him or Mama, but...
...What should he do now?
Mindlessly, Hayato ate his breakfast without murmuring a word, a fork in his dominant hand as he chewed.
He stared at the food on his plate—the bread toasted lightly, the eggs scrambled perfectly along with ketchup on top, two cocktail wieners, and a couple of green beans in the corner. To his upper right-hand corner, there was small lettuce, cherry tomato, and carrot salad. And to his left was a small mug—half full of milk.
Or was it half empty? These trivial thoughts lingered in his mind as if he wanted to block out the intruding thoughts about Kira, sending them to the depths of hell.
