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Quiet.
That's what it was. Quiet. Suffocatingly quiet.
It was the- what- 6th day of being here? Of being stuck here, in this cursed building with no way to escape? Being in the same building where such an angel as Isono was brutally murdered- where that same angel tried to take someone else's life. In the same building where someone as soft spoken as Ken would kill and be brutally executed- mauled to death by wolves! How horrifically cruel of a fate.
Yanagi shook his head, as if that simple action would dispel all the awful thoughts of the people who have died, and almost died, away. As if something as arbitrary as a head shake would change anything, as if it’d do something useful.
The second floor had opened up, and that was the new talk of the group. Miss Hayashi suggested everyone go investigate it together. Of course, Hiroaki ran off on his own with Ojima trailing behind.
Princess Ruiko, Miss Nishino, and Miss Hayashi went up- (er, down? this school confused him) -to the second floor together. Masanari made it clear he didn’t want to leave his room, which made poor Miss Manami worried for him. Though, Yanagi couldn’t blame her. After everything that had happened… she had every right to be worried. Miss Chiba, Harada, and Hama decided to stay together and stay on the first floor until the next day. Okazaki was… nowhere to be found and Kamimura was isolating himself in his room.
With all those people in groups or alone, Yanagi decided it’d be best to investigate the second floor. After everyone else had left for the second floor or made it clear they were staying on the first floor, Yanagi walked over to the elevator and went to the second floor. Perhaps the second floor will have something better than the first floor?
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Ding!
Yanagi walked out of the elevator and pulled out the Monopad he had been given. Looking at the new rooms available on this floor. A dress up room… relaxation room… playground… and gym?
A relaxation room in a killing game seemed… odd. Almost… what was the term? When there were polar opposites being compared..? Ah, it was on the tip of his tongue. Well whatever, Yanagi walked down to the gym and dress-up ro-
“MMPF-?!”
Yanagi was grabbed from behind, a hand slammed over his mouth, and thrown into the dress up room. Oh god oh god was he going to die– was he going to be killed like Miss Isono–
“Ugh! I can’t believe I had to touch someone like you! Ew!”
Of course, the assailant was none other than Hiroaki himself. Of course. Yanagi didn’t understand why Hiroaki snuck up behind him, covered his mouth, and threw him into the dress up room but–
“We can finally work on that awful outfit of yours!” He stated, as if the words he spoke were nothing but the truth. Yanagi held back a rude remark as Hiroaki walked over to one of the clothing racks and grabbed a light blue shirt and a blue with gold laces jacket. Throwing them right at Yanagi.
“Wear these! It’ll look better than your crappy surgeon's outfit! Like, you’re not in the operating room, dumbass!” He scoffed, Yanagi stumbling backwards after catching the clothing with a confused look across his face.
“Wh- hey! The outfit I’m wearing is just fine, mind you!” He shot back before sighing and walking towards the changing room. There– wasn’t really a reason he should fight Hiroaki. Though he was going to question him later.
“Oi! Wait!” Hiroaki yelled, Yanagi turned around and saw Hiroaki dump a bunch of other clothing items into his arms. Shoes, pants, a hat– all of this stuff was.. Pretty over the top. Yanagi let out an exasperated sigh before walking into the clothing room and changing out, folding his normal clothing carefully and putting it to the side and wearing the outfit Hiroaki picked out for him.
It was…. flashy, to start. A lot of parts, first were the dress pants and gold shoes with accessories. Then came the belt– a gold and black belt. It looked… nice actually. There were some gloves, one red and one blue, and then came the blue and gold jacket. It was quite elegant, honestly. And then came the… overly flamboyant hat-? Well it looked good enough.
Why was Hiroaki so insistent on Yanagi wearing this- … well Hiroaki wasn't really insistant- he just kinda- threw the clothing at Yanagi. Ah, whatever. It was fine. There were some other accessories to the outfit but Yanagi didn't exactly want to take off more clothing later, so he kept what he had on and left the changing room.
“So? Are you happy with this?” Yanagi asked, looking at Hiroaki with slight annoyance. Hiroaki looked at him. Up, down, up, down, then a nod. A small smirk grazing his face.
“You look much better than when you were in those surgeon rags!” He said with a scoff to his words, like the mere idea of wearing something like that was disgusting. Yanagi sighed and folded his arms over his chest.
“Well? Why make me wear this at all- wait first, why throw me in here?” Yanagi asked, a brow raised in confusion. He genuinely wanted to know, and hopefully Hiroaki would give a good answer-
“Well obviously you wouldn't listen to me normally! And as the Ultimate Personal Stylist, it's my job!” He put a hand on his chest dramatically while Yanagi sighed. Of course Hiroaki wouldn't have a normal conversation with him and resorted to throwing him into a room. At least he didn't throw him too hard-
“... seriously? That's your explanation?” Yanagi said, exasperation clear in his tone. Hiroaki stuck his tongue out at him and Yanagi swore he could feel Hiroaki rolling his eyes behind those glasses of his.
“Ugh, what, do you want a whole ass apology? I'm not giving you that! In fact, you should thank me! I fixed your ugly ass outfit!”
“.. by giving me a new one..?” Yanagi asked with an awkward chuckle.
“That's besides the point!” Hiroaki angrily yelled back.
Yanagi sighed again and walked to the changing room again, just so he could put his normal outfit back on.
“Wait!” Hiroaki called out. Yanagi bit back the urge to make a remark to the other, instead turning around and giving the other an ice cold glare.
“...do you at least like the outfit-?” He asked, his voice quiet and worried. Yanagi shrugged and continued walking to the changing room.
“....I- guess I like it.” Yanagi hummed, opening the changing room door and walking in.
“...... o- oh! Great- I knew you'd like it!” Hiroaki shouted, grinning ear to ear. Of course Yanagi liked it- Yanagi liked the outfit Hiroaki picked out for him, of course!
Yanagi walked out of the changing room holding the outfit Hiroaki picked out for him with a small smile. “Thank you, Hiroaki.” He said before walking out of the dress up room.
Hiroaki stood there for a few seconds, blinking a bit before he could feel something warm creep across his face.
Shit.
He's in love.
Why the fuck did he fall in love of all things?! It was a god damn “thank you”, Nakamigawa! A “THANK YOU”!