Saimatsu One-Shot Book

I'M ACTUALLY POSTING A FANFIC FOR ONCE?!??!

This was a gift for a Saimatsu Christmas exchange event but I thought I might as well put it on here because I've been barely posting and it can be be like a Christmas gift to everyone who supports me on here <3
Merry Christmas everyone.

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As our once prison and temporary home collapsed we knew it was over. The killing game was finished and would never take another victim and for the first time in a what felt like forever I felt at peace. Kaede's wish had been fulfilled and I oddly felt close to her.

After the killing game life continued which felt... wrong but I suppose that's just how the world works, life goes on no matter what and before I knew it I was packed off to school again, only this time a regular college. As I walked through the gateway carrying my small suitcase filled with the few possessions I had as most had been lost in the wreckage of the killing game, I realised just how different the school was from the overgrown barren prison I had previously spent all my time. The campus was brimming with fresh faces and chirpy members of staff and older students touring newcomers and showing students to their accommodation. It was overwhelming and I was yet to see Maki or Himiko who were both supposed to be going here as well.
I suppose I should find out where my dorm is anyway...

I walk over to a large table with a friendly looking woman standing behind it. She had long auburn hair tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon wearing a blue suit covered by a white apron as well as a beaming smile.
"Um I-is this where we sign in and get our dorm keys?" God I need to get a grip and stop stuttering so much...
"Yes it is! Welcome, find your name on the form and sign it then I can give you your keys for your new home!" She replied in the most singsongy voice possible. Seriously it's like this woman oozes joy.
"Sure... thanks" I reply trying my best to be polite and happy but failing miserably.

I look through the form listing all the names of the students joining this year and find my name and sign next to it. I hand back the form but just as I do a name stands out to me. A familiar name...
"W-wait!" I blurt out without thinking as the woman behind the desk hold the form in her grip. She looks at me confused.
"Eh? Is something wrong?" She asks tilting her head slightly still holding the form.
"O-oh um it's nothing..." I must have been mistaken it would be impossible for there to be that name on the form...

She nods awkwardly and retrieves a key with a number on it and a map, I'm assuming of the campus. She hands them to me and I mumble a thank you and scurry away from the already uncomfortable situation.
I follow the map and eventually arrive at a block of dorms. I look at the number on the keys to see my dorm number...53...how ironic...
I walk into the building and climb up what felt like a never ending staircase and a quiet hallway, finally arriving at room 53. I put the key in the door and turn it, in acceptance it makes a click sound. I open the door only to be greeted by a loud scraping sound from behind, like someone pulling something heavy across the floor. I turn to see a grand piano being pushed from behind very slowly, clearly whoever was behind the piano was struggling to move it as a subtle panting could be heard.

Before I had time to process what was happening a voice from behind the piano called out.
"Um hey you! Could you lend me a hand? This piano is super heavy?" It was like a symphony was playing in my head. The voice was like the melody of a tune but no bands were playing, the voice was familiar and wrapped me in a cocoon of safety and tranquility.

I instantly recognised her, I mean how could I not, but she couldn't be here, she can't be here. My legs tremble as I walk over to the piano and lo and behold there she stood. Her blonde hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her eyes still sparkled with ambition and optimism. Her cheeks tinged pink with life contrasting her Snow White skin.
No longer did she wear the uniform of an ultimate but instead a simple white long sleeved blouse and flowing pink pleated skirt that ended a few inches above her ankles.