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No matter how often she ended up coming up here it's always just as peaceful and calming as the first. The wind would brush against her cheek softly, blowing gently at the few loose strands of hair that wasn't stuck in that tight grip of her hairband. Forming a somewhat rushed final product of a ponytail.
The only reason as to why she loves it here so much is because nobody really comes to the rooftop, logically speaking there's nothing for students up here other than some students who comes up here to eat alone or with a friend, catching up with each other and on some of the more rare occasions students making out. Ayano remembers that she had accidentally walked in two male students desperately pawing at one another behind the ventilations system, she couldn't look at the two boys the same for a week after that.
Rather than coming up here with another students in tow—without the intent of plaguing a knife deep into the side of their head, or eating her lunch. Ayano mostly come up to the roof to calm down and enjoy the scenery of the school's entrance, even Ayano herself can't lie the entrance was beautiful from above. But today she was trying to clear her mind, lately she's been feeling.. Off. She couldn't really explain it but she's been having these weird feelings lately. Regrading the current object of her affections, Taro Yamada.
Now feelings regrading her Taro wasn't uncommon. She knows the emotion she feels whenever the girl ever so slightly look at Taro. Love, admiration, adoration. Complete with utter enamour and devotion for the boy. She's always been head over heels for him ever since the day she had bumped into him on her way to class. And when they first lock eyes, Ayano knew right there and then, that she had finally met her true love.
And ever since she had been informed that there were other girls who also loves Taro, all she saw was red. Pure red. Anger overtook her entire mind the second she sees that orange haired student scolding Taro for being late, or that President for Akedemi's Cooking Club who would smile brigthly at Taro and giving him an extra pastry whenever the club would be handing out little snacks they've prepared for the students all over the school. Jealousy would then overtook her entire being and suddenly she found herself in front of Osana's corpse, her hand had a tight grip the bloodied dumbell, dark red droplets echoes as it drops from the weight and onto the precious floor of a once prestigious school. A small smile spread across the deranged girl's face as she recall the raw, and unfiltered fear in those once bright amber eyes. So full of life, such a shame that it's an ugly dull now.
Amai Odayaka, a sweetheart who just loves baking and making food for the students who hadn't manage to eat breakfast before coming to school. Again, jealousy overtook her and when she's back to the present, Ayano had found herself to be standing in front of the vat of acid inside the Science Club, there were faint bubbling and hissing noises that could be heard coming from inside the of vat, a certain smell of flesh and mucles being consumced by the toxic waste invaded the air as Ayano silently walk out of the club.
It's been a week since Ayano had eliminated Amai. And during that week, Ayano was first experiencing this weird feeling of hers. At first she'd brush it off and goes on with her day. But then this feeling would come back every once in a while and she wouldn't be able to focus on killing off whoever's the next target that she needed to get rid of. And today it's there again.. That weird feeling is back again. She doesn't know why but, her feelings regrading Taro is almost like..
It was disappearing..?
Panic quickly invaded her entire mind.
No. No No No No No..
This can't be happening. Why is it happening? Why is her feelings towards him is now disappearing? If that happens then god knows if she could ever feel anything again! Her mother always told her that 'She'd be able to feel once she's found the one.' Those damn words, from her mother. Engraved into her head is now repeating itself over, and over, and over again..
"Aishi!" Her eyes snap back open to see the individual in front of her, one arm shaking her shoulder as her silver eyes filled with concern. Huh, when has anyone ever look at her like that. Realizing that she hasn't replied yet made Ayano shake her head slightly, blinking a few times before speaking. "Ah, Megami-San. Good Morning." Ayano greets in her usual monotone voice, bowing at the President before continuing, "What brings you here?" She sees the way Megami's eyes squints a little bit but before Ayano could press on about it, the silver haired girl shakes her head and just like that, the look of concern in those eyes goes away just as quickly it came, "Nevermind that, I'm still in the investigating about the recent disappearances of Amai Odayaka and Osana Najimi in the school." Ah, of course. Nobody found the either bodies of the girls since Ayano had dispose of them quickly.
"If you happen to see anything or anyone suspicious, feel free to come by and inform me or any of the Student Council members." Megami said, the authority was crystal clear in her tone. Firm, but also soft? Ayano would even go as far as saying that Megami sounded worried for her safety. Nevertheless, Ayano reply with a nod. "Will do, Megami-San." For a moment, Megami look as though she wanted to say something but instead decides against it and kept her lips sealed shut, with a nod the President was about to walk away before stopping to turn towards Ayano, silver eyes looking directly into grey ones, and Ayano might just be imagining this but for a split second she thought that those, normally piercing eyes, has soften a little, and honestly it made the girl feels warm inside.
Wait.
"If there's anything bothering you, Ayano. You can always come to me or the other Student Councils. After all, it is my job to make sure the students here feels safe as the President."
"Of course. I'll keep that in mind, Megami-San." Ayano reply back, refusing to acknowledge on how soft the President's tone was, nor on how caring and considerate Megami was being towards Ayano. "Take care, Aishi." And with a final glance at the black haired girl, Megami gracefully walk away from Ayano's peripheral vision. Once the sound of heels meeting the floor slowly fades away, Ayano turns back to scowl at the ground. Internally berating herself for not being able to understand as to why she's losing interest in her Senpai, she tried recalling back when if her mother had ever told her anything about an Aishi losing feelings for their true love, before groaning when she couldn't recall such times.
Ayano rest her elbow on the railing and her face prop up by the hand, finger tapping her cheek rhythmically as she furrowed her eyebrows, desperate for any kind of answer for her situation. 'The last time I've felt like this is when I..'
Her eyes widen and her face feels warm as the realization finally dawns on her, she quietly pieced everything together before almost giving herself a whiplash by turning around a little too quickly, looking back in the direction the President had gone in just in time to see the back of long silver hair disappearing behind the door before closing it behind her. The wind bushes against her cheek gently as loose strands of black hair sways in the air, her eyes soften as her face heats up even more. A simple, but obvious sign of someone had..
'Fallen in love..' Ayano whispers to nobody, she finally understands why she's feeling the way she felt for all those weeks now. Ayano also understands now, why everyone says that Megami's the prettiest girl in school.