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⚠️WARNING⚠️ There is slight violence in this chapter, if you feel uncomfortable feel free to skip.
~Reader's POV~
The ceiling is pure white like snow, it has very few details but those are either cracks or rough details. That is what I've been staring at for the past half hour. Thoughts come swarming in about what Aoyama said.
"What if Todoroki is the murderer, Mademoiselle?"
What if it's true but I don't want to believe it. The bright red numbers on my nightstand say it's 10PM. I wanna see Sho but he goes to sleep early. I shift around on my bed trying to get comfortable and sleep. The only thing stopping me is the murderer. He could be anywhere, with another victim right in front of his eyes.
I look at the alarm again and it reads 10:02. Great. I shift once again looking at the darkness of my room. 'I wonder if Aoyama is awake' I think. My hand reaches out for my phone and with one tap light fills the room. But soreness fills my eyes. Once my eyes are focused, I click his contact and text him.
💫Can't stop twinkling💫
Y/N - "Yo, you awake???"
10:04PM
Y/N - Aoyamaaaaaaaa
10:08PM
read 10:13PM
Y/N - DON'T LEAVE ME ON READ WTF
10:17PM
Something is fishy. It's been 10 minutes since I sent that message. Aoyama isn't the type to leave on read. Even if he is fighting someone, he would ALWAYS respond. I turn on my lamp and my vision goes bright as my eyes focus to the brightness. I click the call button and it starts ringing but after 2 beeps, someone hangs up. This is unlike Aoyama. My eyes finally focus and I grab my hoodie and head to Aoyama's room.
