[ON HOLD] ➸in theory (kokichi ouma x reader)

➸start

You can't tell if you were awake or not.

Well, you felt awake, but everything was dark, and you were pretty sure your eyes were open. The only thing that had you grounded to reality was a cool surface squishing against your exposed skin and the dull ache on the back of your head from when you jolted awake and hit the hard wall behind you. It was pretty painful, you weren't going to lie.

Hopefully it won't leave a bruise. Or at least a bump. It probably won't look pretty.

The space you were in was cramped and didn't allow a lot of movement. Slowly, you began to gain consciousness and aware of your weird situation. You hesitantly held your hand out to feel your surroundings and figure out where you were.

Jesus Christ, it's so cold- Your elbow slammed against the wall behind you as you pulled it back in surprise, causing a sharp hiss to escape past your lips. The thing in front of you was really cold and you hated it. You gave yourself a few moments to re-gather yourself, and then held your hand out and pushed against the cool surface in front of you, jolting slightly at the coldness of it. You took a deep breath and harshly pushed the thing open, and to your surprise, it opened easily. Too easily. It caught you off guard, causing you to tumble down to the floor in front of the space you were in. Great, now it wasn't just your head and elbow in pain.

Groaning, you sat up and rubbed your forehead. Hopefully the fall won't leave a bruise as well. Shaking your head, your let hand fall to your side as you began to look around the area around you. It looked like a classroom. An abandoned one, you noted, when you noticed vines and moss growing on the ceiling, walls and floor. The classroom itself looked pretty modern and techy, but you wondered why it was abandoned. Surely if some school had this kind of technology, it'd be more well known. Your eyes narrowed at the sight of the windows being covered by barbed wires, preventing anyone from getting in or out. Grimacing, you stood up and turned around. A locker. That's probably where you were stuffed into before. You huffed, well if your captor was trying to contain you, they clearly did a bad job. Or was it intentional? And why would they make it intentional? Now that's odd. And creepy.