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It was cold, everything's been freezing since the third motive dropped after all.
In the middle of a bluenette's room, besides the freezing temperatures, there was a fairly heated argument between the two men.
"So WHY would you keep insulting them?!"
"Because! W-well..because.."
The brunette can't seem to find a reason of his own temper.
"Because you're a brat, hiroaki. You're a brat and an asshole. And that's the only way you know how to get attention."
There was a few seconds of silence before the brunette spoke again.
"..i'm going back to my room, yeah be that way."
"Yeah fine. Go."
Hiroaki left the room and shut the door closed before he completely dissapears from ojima's room and the hallway.
Maybe its just the cold, maybe it was just the exhaustion, its cold and its night anyways. They probably just need to cool their head off..or in this case, warm their head off?
That was the last time ojima takeshi had a proper conversation with hiroaki nakamigawa.
The next morning ojima has only seen hiroaki running out of the dining room with his usual morning coffee on his hand, and a different jacket he usually wears. Clearly attempting to avoid everyone.
It's..frustrating to say the least but, maybe it's better than him lashing out at anyone here. Especially with his unstable mood right now.
Oh well, ojima will ignore this for now.
Except, oh right!
he can't.
He hates hurting people, he knows his words were harsh last night.
He meant a lot what he said but, he could've atleast worded it better..
Forget that, he'll just talk to tsuno right now.
Maybe that'll clear his head up.
Or..not, i guess.
"Hey, manami. How's your morning?"
He sat down next to tsuno at the dining table. Facing tsuno with black coffee in his hands that's slightly wet from washing off his bowl of unfinished breakfast. He really doesn't have any appetite today.
"Oh hey, ojima! I'm doing good, not sticking with hiroaki today?"
Of course he wasn't, with how bad they argued last night? Fuck no.
"Well uh, we're not exactly...on good terms. Right now."
"Oh, right.."
"Well..beside that, is the jacket you're wearing hiroaki's? Heard a couple people got some jackets from him."
"Well yeah, he was nice enough to give me this last night! He's just a bit..on edge, if i had to tell you."
Now that's worrying. But hiroaki always have been on edge since...i don't know, getting here? No one is okay with getting kidnapped.
"Right. Well, i'll be sure to apologize to him later. I was...being kind of mean last night."
Especially with him screaming, and yelling about how hiroaki was a brat and all.. it does make him feel a bit guilty. He hopes that hiroaki will forgive him.
"Well, i hope it went well with you two, make it up with him, okay?"
"I hope so, thank you manami. I'll...go to apologize to him later."
"Well, why not now? He just left the dining room right?"
Good point, but also...bad decision.
"He's still a bit..frustrated and, naka–hiroaki..probably don't want me to talk to him right now."
He pauses slightly before continuing,
"Besides, i should probably take a hot shower first, it's a bit freezing..here. Figures it should clear my head a little."
He shivers, well it should be an abnormal temperature at this point. So cold.
Imagine if you get shoved into one of the cold lockers too, it should be a lot colder.
Ojima can't imagine that.
"I see, well it's best to clear your head before you apologize, you don't wanna end up becoming more frustrated.."
Tsuno said, wrapping her arm around the jacket hiroaki gave her. Her hands was probably cold too.
To be fair, ojima was a bit...jealous of it. He wanted one too, being a bit more warm will be nice, no?
And if it's from hiroaki–surely the material will be nice. Probably have some traces of his everyday scent, he sure does smell nice everyday.
"I'll go first then, don't wanna be..f-freezing for too long."
"A-okay! Have a nice warm shower ojima!"
Tsuno waved bye at him.
Takeshi made his way to the dormitory hallway, and catches himself staring at nakamigawa's door.
He misses seeing him work on a design..
Slap!
Takeshi slapped himself to focus, it has only been a few hours. Just last night, he should just hurry up and took a hot shower.
the cold is just messing with his head.
He rushes back to his room and shuts the door. He'll just have some hot shower to warm up, dresses up and apologize.
That's it.
Everything's gonna be okay.
He'll apologize, nakamigawa won't be as mad. And he'll be relieved.
It will all be okay.
He sighed.
Then, he took a long hot shower,
since its quite comfortable..and warm. He almost fell asleep on the bath tub.
Finally, after steadying and preparing himself to go apologize to hiroaki, he began to walk to his dorm.
Dragging himself across the hall, all the way to hiroaki's room.
Before stopping right infront of his friends room.
He sighed before bringing himself to knock on hiroaki's room.
1, 2, he knocks.
"Hey u-um..i-it's me."
There was just a deafening silence in the air. It was cold, and the eerie silence are not making it any better.
Somehow he feels like something is terribly wrong, yet he can't pinpoint the exact thing that is wrong.
His hands are shaking, and cold sweats began to form at his forehead. A chill was running through his spine..fuck, what if he passed out? Relapsed? Drugs can't be found here..right?
1, 2, he knocks again.
"N-nakamigawa? Are you..there?"
He gulped, silence ensues yet again. Something is clearly wrong. No matter how mad he is, he'll always listen to him first...right?
He knocks again, and again.
"Nakamigawa? Hey..a-are you mad at me?"
Silence. Just complete silence.
Then, he gave up on knocking.
"I-i'm coming in...okay?"
His hand shakes, his whole body shivers. Maybe it's the thought of something happening to his friend, or maybe it's the cold. Either way, it's not good. They made him nervous. In a bad way.
With his cold, sweaty hands..he twisted the doorknob open, slowly and carefully.
It wasn't locked.
It wasn't. Locked.
Then, his heart drops.
There was no sound or even any traces of him in the room, just silence and the freezing cold temperatures.
Hiroaki nakamigawa, was nowhere to be seen in his room.
His room is empty.
It wouldn't be worrying, like he could've gone to the art room to draw like usual.
But, with pills scattered and a neatly folded paper on top of his desk? And a few of crumpled ones on the floor too?
All of that just screams strange.
His heart rate quickened, he's more anxious than he's ever been before.
Slowly, he reaches out to grab the note on the table.
His shaky fingers opened the letter, ripping some shreds of paper on the process.
Eyes growing wide, ojima can feel cold sweats forms on his whole body...
A suicide note.
Hiroaki wrote a suicide note.
And the moment ojima saw the label on the pills, his worst fears come true.
It said cyanide.
Oh god. Oh Fuck.
He didn't even know they have cyanide in here.
But then, where's nakamigawa?
"Shit."
The pill container slipped out of his shaky hand, he breathes heavily. His breathing uncontrolled. A sudden adrenaline rushes through him. His face pales.
He feels like he's losing his mind, even feeling like he might die by asphyxiation.
Or heart attack.
Maybe both. He might collapse right now as well if you think about it.
"NAKAMIGAWA!"
He yelled, rushing out of his room to search for atleast the slightest sight of him.
He hurriedly headed to the dining room,
cause what if—
what if he's just getting some food? And turned out he was fine, unharmed? That's the last time where he actually saw him too right?
...some harmless wishful thinking never hurts anyone right?
There was no one. No one in the dining room. Just some table and chairs.
"Shit- I..where the hell is he?!"
He cursed, trying to calm his unsteady heart rate.
The dining room door opens, okazaki has stepped in from the hallway, probably has heard him yelling.
"Is everything okay here? I heard you screaming."
She questioned, stepping toward him.
Her coat was wrapping around her, covering her entire body except her head and legs.
"Nakamigawa is missing t-there was..i-i found a suicide note in his room a-and he's not in his room!"
He spilled everything about the situation to her.
Of course, not in the best way of explanation but still, who could really blame him?
He's still mad at okazaki of what he did to wada, but now his top priority was to find hiroaki.
"Well should we go get the others then?"
She asked with a sing-song speech tone of hers.
"No! I-it's gonna be too late, we gotta find him first!"
"Okay then. let's search for him. we can't be slow, right?"
"R-right."
They exited the dining room into the hallway, and then into the storage room that was just across the dining room.
Of course, nothing.
"Any ideas of where he might be?"
Hanano asked, turning slightly to him.
"Well— first of is his room and he's obviously not there."
Then he remembered how hiroaki still complained about the pain in his face. How could he ever forget that?
"W-wait check the medbay, he mentioned his face is still hurting!"
"Hurting? Guess yanagi beats him hard then."
"Please just shut up, i-it's not the time for that."
It happened at exactly 9 days before today.
Geez.
Makes sense cause his head was almost bashed in if we didn't stop yanagi.
That was bad. He still remembers how he cried quietly from the pain.
He feels awful that he can't do anything to easen his friend's pain.
They ran to the medbay, there was tsuno who was taking care of the injured hayashi.
"Oh hi, what's going on you two? You guys look...panicked."
Tsuno's eyes landed on ojima, and he surely knows he's not looking so good with all the cold sweat he has.
"Tsuno..H-have you seen nakamigawa?"
"No? Did something happened to him? You don't look very good."
"He's missing and w-we're trying to find him, we'll..go now then."
Fuck. His breathing isn't that steady is it?
He can feel his heart clenching around his chest.
He's visibly shaking from the panic.
He just need to find hiroaki.
that's all.
Right?
Ojima ran out of the room cursing in his breath, followed by okazaki. Who's just following him, strangely calmer than him that's for sure.
Then tsuno barged out of the room to ran after them, yelling.
"W-wait i'll tag along with you guys!"
This goes almost unnoticed by ojima, until his brain actually processed what tsuno said.
"Y-yeah well, quick check the art room!"
They practically ran upstairs, to the art room as fast as they could, the air feels wrong.
It's suffocating.
Finally, they reached the end of the right hallway from the stairwell.
Standing just in front of the art room door.
It's eerily quiet.
Too quiet.
Coldly quiet.
He can feel something's wrong, his gut feeling was never wrong.
So why—
why can't he bring himself to open the door?
It's okay takeshi, if he's here..he won't be too mad at you.
I'm just making sure he's safe, nothing will happen.
He's probably just drawing in there, right?
He swallowed down his worries, and gather his energy on his hands to open the door.
He grabbed the doorknob with his now sweating palm.
And twisted it.
Then the door swings open.
"W-what the hell.."
"H-huh?! Nakamigawa!"
Ojima and tsuno was met with an unpleasant suprise, while okazaki was just catching up with them.
"Oh my."
She stood behind them.
Takeshi's entire body goes weak, his face pales.
His legs gave up on him and both of his legs collapse to the floor.
What they saw was not the one sight they were expecting.
It was terrible and it was horrifying for them.
The trio saw—
the hiroaki nakamigawa,
their friend,
their classmate,
the fashion designer they all have mixed feelings about,
Whom takeshi was closest to,
Takeshi's companion.
Said person of all the above, was just sat there—in the middle of the art room.
Motionless and probably will never be able to move again.
Hiroaki nakamigawa, was dead.
Their beloved hiroaki was dead.
His head was severed and missing, while his still-remaining body was sat in the middle of the room surrounded by tons of torn jackets, including the purple one he wore in the morning.
It was now stained with the very color he used to like the most, crimson red.
With his very own body, the red liquid that came out endlessly of his own decapitated body.
Part of the floor, the jackets surrounding him, his own body—heck. Even his black painted nails was stained red now.
The body that used to be hiroaki nakamigawa, was barely recognizable as him anymore.
The flashy man with neat, fashionable outfit paired with his own handmade flashy jackets?
He was gone.
Now replaced with a gory sight, headless body with nothing but a simple white shirt with black turtleneck underneath. The sleeves torn.
Whoever did this, made him so messy, probably to spite him.
Whoever the culprit was, they were either holding a grudge against him or they were cruel enough to leave big jagged slashes around his arm. Or maybe both.
Everything was gruesome, how do people not have their stomach turned upside down from the sight?
It was terrifying. Takeshi wants to vomit.
He wants nakamigawa to just tell them it's a prank, that his head was just under his shirt, and the slashes was makeup.
He wants him alive and well, and they'll apologize for the argument they had last night.
So, why is he still motionless?
The trio was quiet for what feels like an eternity, time passes slowly around this.
Ojima doesn't like it. He never will.
For once, he wasn't nagged by the smaller stature man when they met up.
But he was met with the liveless body of the said brunnette.
And there he was, losing his consciousness at the same moment tsuno screamed.
His ears rang louder than it has ever been, eyes hot with tears, and his nose was having trouble receiving air.
He couldn't breathe.
"N-nakamigawa.."
His voice wavered, struggling to speak properly with a clear voice. Eyes wide while his tears falls out endlessly.
He feels nauseous. stop it. Nakamigawa's alive.
Right?
"Close the door!"
Tsuno screamed, and okazaki shuts the door.
And the announcement takeshi always dreaded and hated, was blasting through the speakers.
"Attention students,
a body has been discovered."
"No..no no no no, come back..you're not dead yet- nakamigawa.."
His body betrayed him as his body goes limp from the shock, vision blacked.
He couldn't protect him, and have hurt him without having a chance to apologize.
Guilt was gnawing at his entire skin.
"Ojima! Are you okay?!"
He can hear tsuno yelling and tried to help him.
And his entire vision went black, then he collapsed.