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1 แƒฆ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ (2020)
๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“˜๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฒ ๐“๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐”‚'๐“ผ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“’๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ต
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ก๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฐ๐“พ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ช ๐“ฐ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐”€๐“ช๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐“น๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท ๐“‘
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“‘๐“ธ๐“ด๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ธ'๐“ผ ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“š๐“พ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ธ'๐“ผ ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ค๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ณ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“ช'๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐““๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“น
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต ๐”€๐“ช๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“œ๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ช
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด๐“พ๐“น
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐”๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“น๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ฌ๐“พ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ญ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ณ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ ๐“ฐ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ข๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ญ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ต ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ซ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ผ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ซ๐“ต๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”€ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ต ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ท'๐“ฝ ๐“ซ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“น๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ด๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ช๐”‚
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฎ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ด ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐”‚๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ผ
๐“œ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“˜๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ'๐“ผ ๐“๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“’๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ถ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ธ โง ๐“ฒ๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฒ, ๐“ฒ๐”ƒ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฒ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฎ โง ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ธ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ช ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“น๐“ธ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฝ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ญ ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ป๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐” โง ๐““๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“พ'๐“ผ ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“น
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท โง ๐“ท๐“ธ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ผ
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ โง ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ต
๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚-๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ โง ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฏ๐“ต๐“ธ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ป
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ผ
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ—ฆ โ™ก โ—ฆ โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โ๐“‘.๐“š โž โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ž๐”€๐“ต'๐“ผ ๐“”๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ผ
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โ๐“ค.๐“ฆ โž โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“”๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ต๐“ฎ'๐“ผ ๐“ฃ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ
๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ž๐“ท๐“ฎ โ๐“š.๐“ฃโž โง ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“’๐“ช๐“ฝ'๐“ผ ๐“’๐“ต๐“ช๐”€๐“ผ
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๐“”๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“•๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป โง ๐“๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฆ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐““๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฑ
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ด ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ

๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฝ๐”‚ โง ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ช๐“ต๐“ฎ

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By parasoleil

I believe in a happy ending, don't you?

[THIRD POV]

"She's gone."

The day the Izanagi student council found out that their beloved (Y/N) had run away from them.

It was truly the beginning of their everlasting insanity.

They searched the entire perimeter of what they owned, the entire forest was swept, and they could find nothing.

They had to think of something quick.

So many things could go wrong with (Y/N) running away from them.

They could get arrested, that was the main thing.

Granted, the student council had to act fast.

All five of them- Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Bokuto Koutarou, fled from the house they were all previously staying in, thoroughly cleaning it and leaving it even more spotless than how they arrived.

They took only one car to their final destination: the Izanagi Academy.

They could have taken a plane out of the country so that they wouldn't have to be caught.

Instead, they ended up right in police's territory.

They returned, and all of the students asked them how their little break was. They replied very vaguely, but to the students and staff, it was more than enough.

They stayed in their dorms, on the top floor, and they were silent.

No student dared to greet them alone, nor bother them, because they thought that the student council was planning something.

How all of them were right.

But they were wrong for what they were planning for.

Everyone thought that the student council was concentrating on trying to make the school back to normal, with the given melancholic events that happened, it took an emotional toll on the community.

Slowly but surely, that's how everyone felt.

But the student council wasn't entirely focused on their school.

They were focused on how to get (Y/N) back.

They were going insane in the inside. They were separated from the girl they killed for. They wanted her back, and they were willing to do any and everything to do so.

But they had to be careful; one wrong move, and they'd end up behind bars faster than the bat that hit the back of Semi's head.

What could they do? What did they have? Were they already in deep shit?

They couldn't let their guard down, nor let themselves go slow any longer. They had to be quick, fast, and silent. They maintained their health, for if they fell ill, it would hold them back and cause unneeded issues.

They tried their best to normalize themselves, as if they weren't cold blooded murderers.

And how damned good they were in putting themselves in that innocent character.

But with all five of them on edge, it was hard for them to even figure out where she could have gone. To her best-friend? To the public? To where would she go?

They didn't know where Konoha Akinori was. And if they didn't know, then (Y/N) wouldn't know. Both of them knew he was alive, to an extent, but that was the most.

The public would be frisky to deal with; (Y/N) wasn't exactly missing, she was supposed to be in care of the student council themselves. If she went to the public, they would probably think she was crazy.

She had no real evidence to prove to the public in the first place, nothing but herself.

And so, that left one thing.

Someone who (Y/N) could go to that wasn't pinned down by the student council, but at the same time, someone who (Y/N) could trust.

Kita Shinsuke.

The student council didn't know that Kita was involved until it was the very last second, when Kita called them.

They didn't know he was (Y/N)'s summer fling.

But somehow, they got the feeling that their rivals, the Izanami student council, played in the game as well.

With careful planning and predicting, relying on such little details that they've observed, they came to the conclusion that she was in the Izanami boys' clutches.

The part that confirmed it all was the phone call Kita made to them, when they talked about the trading deal.

In exchange for (Y/N), Kita would get what he wanted the most-

The Izanagi student council dead.

It was too much to ask for, but Kita knew that those boys were insanely in love with her, and that they'd do anything in order for her to be safe, alive, and happy.

Kita was not surprised when they accepted, as long as Kita killed Kozume Kenma and Akaashi Keiji, then all would be fine.

Except, it didn't.

When the Izanagi student council showed up, (Y/N) was in a very vulnerable state, one that proved that Kita was harming her. The student council specifically ordered Kita not to harm her in any way.

And well, Kita harmed her.

Kita had a gun pointed towards her.

Kita was toxifying her mind with overwhelming sadness.

These were things only the Izanagi student council could do.

No one else.

It caused their deal to break, and the two student councils broke out in a gunfight.

Bullets were shared, piercing through the fresh flesh of those who didn't dodge quick enough. Everyone had been hit at least once, and it was definitely a pain to have the ears ringing every few seconds.

All was worth it, until all of them stopped to see the figure that came out of the woods.

One that shocked all of them.

Konoha spat at them, delivering harsh words of reality to them.

Saying that his love for (Y/N) will always be larger than their love for her combined.

That set them off, but what Konoha failed to see was the smirk on the Izanagi student council.

Police sirens were heard.

The blaring lights were so bright, given that the boys were in the pitch black darkness. 

Konoha had run off, and he purposefully gotten himself lost in the forest. If he were lost, that meant that no one would be able to find him.

"Hands up!"

The police got out of their vehicles, all pointing their guns at each and every one of the boys. 

Everyone was squinting at the bright lights, it was so late at night still, the boys were so used to the darkness.

"Oi," the blonde male who was very familiar stood in the middle, his gun cocked but not aimed to either sides, "What the fuck is going on here?"

Tsukishima Akiteru was the main police who was called, and when the Izanami boys realized who he was, they figured out the mastermind plan of the Izanagi boys.

Akiteru glanced at the two second year bodies in the distance, his heart falling when he realized the identity of them.

He grunted in displease.

With not a second passing, a group of police officers went behind the five, handcuffing them from behind and pushing them around roughly.

Akiteru stood in front of them, his arms crossed over his chest. He shook his head in disbelief.

"To think you five were the actual murderers," he said in disappointment; he flashed a look at the officers behind them, "Throw them in jail; the judges will be waiting for them."

"W-What-"

"Thanks Tsukki's bro," Kuroo high-fived Akiteru, who gladly returned the high-five, "We could always count on the police."

It was not the Izanagi student council who got arrested.

It was the Izanami student council.

In addition, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

And Daishou Suguru.

They had all realized in the last moment that this whole thing was a set up.

The Izanagi student council did not meet with the Izanami boys and Daishou to retrieve (Y/N).

They met with them so that they could frame them.

There were five murderers for all of the Izanagi Academy deaths.

And the five murderers were shown as Kita Shinsuke, Terushima Yuji, Futakuchi Kenji, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and Daishou Suguru.

All substitutes for Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi, Bokuto Koutarou, and Ushijima Wakatoshi.

All framed.

All perfectly planned.

Five for five, right?

The Izanami boys and Daishou were shoved into a police car, where they said and did nothing.

They fell right into the Izanagi student council's trap.

How they have waited so long for this to play out.

Everyone was just in the silent bliss.

Kita was not smart enough to realize what he had walked into.

Kita's plan had failed the moment he stole (Y/N).

His plan to kill the Izanagi student council failed as soon as he thought of using (Y/N) as bait.

Of course the Izanagi student council had to do this-

They needed to get rid of those who posed a great threat to them. 

"Thanks for helping us catch the culprits," Akiteru smiled, "I never thought that it would be the rivals of your school to be the murderers."

"Tsukki's bro, they're rivals," Bokuto said tiredly, "Rivals get all mad and crazy sometimes."

"And sometimes it gets a bit too far."

"Eh," he shrugged, "I just didn't know there was more than one."

"The world is mysterious and unexpected." Ushijima said.

"Sure is."

It all happened so fast.

The police cars took the five boys away quickly, the sirens blaring, but the noise reducing as it faded away. The paramedics also came, to examine Kenma and Akaashi's bodies, but they declared them dead right on the spot, and took their remains to the hospital where they would be pronounced dead officially.

Both sets of emergency vehicles drove off with everything they needed.

Everything except the real murderers.

That left Akiteru with the five Izanagi student council boys. 

"We need to interview all five of you later on this week," Akiteru told them as he climbed into his car, preparing for his departure, "Since you were involved in the case."

"It's no problem," Daichi said, crouching a bit so that Akiteru could see him through the window, "We'll be ready, anytime."

"That's what I like to hear," Akiteru smiled, "Do you boys need a ride home or something?"

"Not at all; we'll just be going back to the dorms shortly after, why don't you need us now, Akiteru?" Oikawa asked him.

"We need to apprehend the criminals first, and since you guys are really flexible, I don't need to grab you guys on the go like the others."

"You don't need anything from us?" Bokuto asked.

"Not really, just your memory and stuff when we interrogate you."

"No evidence?"

"Well what evidence do we need, really," Akiteru sighed, "I am sure that those boys were the killers of Kozume and Akaashi, the forensics team already came earlier to pick up the bullets, and their bodies with the bullet wounds will prove that."

What Akiteru meant was that the bullets that were lodged inside of the two second year bodies should match the bullets that the "murderers" had, in their guns.

Which, in the end, would match perfectly.

It was Kita who killed the two in the first place.

Not the Izanagi student council.

They smiled to themselves.

How this plan of theirs played oh-so perfectly and in their favor.

They couldn't have had anything better than this.

"You gave us everything we needed- the leads, the explanations, everything," Akiteru said, "I just want you boys to rest for now."

"All of your hard work will be paid off when we go to court and the five of those bastards are put into prison for life."

"Until then, rest up, we'll be calling for your attendance, and we'll be setting up the court date sooner than you think."

"So don't go planning anything, alright?"

The five boys only smiled and nodded. Akiteru mirrored them, and he waved his hand.

"Catch an Uber or something since you don't want a ride from me, make sure you get back and sleep or eat something."

"If you're really stressed about what you just witnessed, you can always seek refuge in the police department's mental health office."

"You five helped us so much, after all."

"Thanks for the offers, we'll definitely pay a visit if we feel too sick," Kuroo said, "Don't worry about us too much Tsukki's bro."

Akiteru nodded, but his face changed for a moment.

"I forgot to ask," Akiteru said, "You're all still taking care of that (L/N) girl or..."

Oikawa nodded. "Yep, she's in great shape."

"Maybe a bit traumatized from all of this, but with us, she'll be fine."

"Well, we'll need her for the interviews as well," Akiteru said sternly, "She was majorly involved in this case, and we'll need her in court."

"Not a problem, sir."

Akiteru's seriousness quickly faded off.

"God, you guys are very resourceful," Akiteru said, shaking his head with a smile, "I could always count on you five."

"But of course." they said.

"We're the student council, after all."

Akiteru smiled.

With one final bid of farewell, Akiteru's vehicle sped off, on its way to the police office to start on the ending of this case.

The student council only smiled when it was all over.

Well, they thought it was over.

A frown enclosed on all of their faces.

"Bokuto, the phone," Daichi said; he nodded, and he took it out, "Put it on the ground."

Bokuto did so, the singular cellular device in the middle of them all.

Oikawa took his gun out, placing a silencer on it.

And he shot the phone.

There were tiny sparks, a small, suppressed sound, and a now broken phone in the middle of them.

Oikawa scoffed.

"Now there's no evidence against us," he said, "Daishou's group of files were never shared, but his dumbass put them altogether."

"It could be destroyed so much easily."

Kuroo picked the chunks of the phone.

And he threw the scattered mess into the forest.

A football player's throwing skills could never be any perfect for this.

"Now that's done for, we have just two more issues."

"(Y/N)."

"And that fucking Konoha."

The five of their faces grimaced.

"I suspect that Konoha drove (Y/N) away before he joined us here," Ushijima said, "That means she's either lost in the forest."

"Or she is on her way to somewhere in the public."

"And Konoha is in the same position."

"His navigation, however, is less flawed, given that he was able to find us all here."

Oikawa grunted.

"We should have killed him on the spot," he said, with the others agreeing with him, "We were too soft with just drugging him and leaving him in a comatose state."

"With Konoha still alive, his state of well being is more than good, he is our last threat."

"We need to eliminate him."

"Completely."

"Then that is what we'll do," Oikawa said aloud, "Two of us will go after Konoha and kill him."

"What about (Y/N)?" Bokuto asked, worriedly, "It's a dark forest, she's not properly dressed, what if she got hurt or gets sick in the cold-"

"We worry less about her," Oikawa said, "She's weak in terms of physical strength, so her slowing down will be to our advantage."

"She won't get too sick, but then again, it will be to our advantage if her healthiness is diminished just a little."

"As long as she still breathes."

"She will be ours."

The other four agreed with Oikawa.

"Then, who will go for what?" Ushijima asked, "You suggested two for Konoha, how about the other three?"

"Two for (Y/N)," Oikawa replied, "The last one will be ready as extra support if anything happens to either of them."

"I want one of them dead."

"And one of them alive."

"It is clear to you all on which I want for which."

Daichi smiled.

They all smiled.

"Then." they straightened their postures, hiding their gun in their waistbands and cracking their knuckles.

"Who's getting who?"

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

She ran with all she could.

She ran with all she had.

Her breathing was heavy, tears flowed out because she thought of the worst.

But all she could do was run.

She hated life, she hated how she lost everyone she loved.

She only hoped that she'd complete her promise.

And see Konoha again.

She never did think that Konoha would be the one who she had been looking for this entire time.

She never did think that Konoha was waiting for her to return the love he yearned for.

She never did think about any of this.

She was stuck in a world of perfection, where she achieved for success so that she could please her parents.

And yet all of that was destroyed by cheating on a history test.

Oh how she wished, she never cheated.

Oh how she wished, she never talked to Kuroo Tetsurou.

Oh how she wished that her wishes would be granted.

Just this once, since she didn't wish for someone's death this time.

She didn't know where she was going.

She didn't know what time it was or where the hell she was.

All she knew was that if the trees thinned, then she was out of the forest.

She didn't look back, for she was scared that she'll see someone chasing her.

She ignored all sounds, only running was what she did.

She cried, her tears flowing as the wind hit her, as the sadness hit her.

What if that was the last time she would ever see Konoha?

She regretted everything up until now, and all she hoped to do was to fulfill her last promise to Konoha.

She hated that, though.

She hated to call that the last promise.

But it would be true for now.

Until she saw Konoha again.

She continued to run, with all her might, with all her strength.

By this time, her feet were probably bleeding due to the many cut branches and sticks she stepped on.

Neither student councils were people she could trust, not one of those boys she saw back there could she ever go into their arms so freely again.

And the boys who she would go to were already dead.

The bliss flashback of Kita shooting those two second years replayed in her mind countless times.

She hated that memory.

She wished for it to be erased.

And yet the most terrible, the most horrible memories.

Were the ones she remembered so vividly.

'You got this (Y/N).'

She repeated these words of encouragement, as if they'd help her go faster.

'You will reach help, and you will finally put an end to this catastrophe.'

She believed in her promise with Konoha, as if there was one bright thing to look forward to.

'You just need to keep running.'

(Y/N) kept on running, repeating these statements as if they fueled her. In reality, she was afraid of the outcome of this all.

Would life even go back to normal after this?

In just less than one high-school year, her life was destroyed by the student council of Izanagi academy. She lost her friends, her family, and she may even lose her own life right here.

She feared what she didn't know.

And she didn't even know if she'd make it out of here alive.

What she could do, only was to run.

Run.

Run.

And run.

She wiped yet another set of tears, heavily breathing as she tried to look around for a way out of this forest.

It was still so dark, and the moon was the only thing that provided a bit of light. It wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing.

She ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Until she heard something that forced time so slow down for just that moment.

(Y/N)'s ears perked up at the voice, and she moved her attention to where she heard it from.

She was baffled when she saw the person behind her.

Even with little moonlight.

She knew exactly who it was.

"(Y/N)!"

「❮ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭.❯」

That's the end, I hope you guys are satisfied with this for now, I'll see you all in the title page of the various endings 

Thank you for reading this far. You have reached the ending of the fanfiction "Student Council", written by Alyzabeyth of the account Parasoleil, featuring Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and the rest of the Haikyuu characters and from the manga/anime Haikyuu!!, which belongs to Haruichi Furudate.

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