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You chose the left most door and glanced back at Shizuo. He nodded at you; you must've picked the right door.
It opened into a dark room, there must be a- found it. The ceiling light flicked on and you saw a surprisingly empty room. A futon with red and gray sheets in one corner next to a wall of curtains, two sliding doors that probably concealed a closet, a small bookcase across from the bed, and…a wall of photos?
You shut the door and looked at the wall, 12 feet long and eight feet tall, covered in pictures. Of you, of buildings, of girls with and without you, a bunch of Shizuo, a few of Koyo, many that looked like pictures that were taken without the person's permission. The pictures were so numerous they had even begun overflowing onto the adjacent wall.
One of the photos caught your eye; it was you and a dark-haired boy, in a pose with your back against his chest, holding hands. It seemed almost as if whoever had hung the picture didn't want you or anyone to notice it. The picture was hidden behind numerous others, the boy half hidden.
"I don't know what happened to your camera," You jumped. You hadn't heard Shizuo enter the doorway, "It was a nice one too. Top of the line. We can buy you another one on my day off."
You didn't know what to say. You had never really been into photography, but it seemed like Hidezaya was.
"Sure…"
"You wanna get a shower or something before you go to bed?"
"Oh, uh, ok." It was just too awkward with this stranger.
He stared at you for a minute, "I'll find out who did this to you and I'll kill 'em. I promise."
"N-no, that's ok, really."
"Tch. Whatever. Night."
You looked around the room again and decided to explore for a minute before getting your shower.
The bookcase was overflowing with comic books, you pulled one out and blushed furiously. It had two teenage boys laying together with only strategically placed roses making it safe for innocent eyes. You shoved it back onto the shelf and pulled out a few more, all of them featured pretty boys on the cover and most were about as awkward at the first.
The clothing in the closet was hung with military precision; a row of school uniforms, a row of skirts (arranged in a rainbow spectrum), and a row of tops (again in a spectrum of color.) A small set of drawers on the bottom held underclothes and pajamas.
You still didn't know what exactly was going on, but you were going to find out why you were suddenly spirited to the other side of the world.
After your shower, you pulled open the curtains. It revealed a wall of windows overlooking the city of Tokyo, lights blinked up at you. The view was beautiful, much prettier than anything in your hometown.
You fell onto the futon and fell asleep; the bright lights casting shadows on the boy who watched you.
It opened into a dark room, there must be a- found it. The ceiling light flicked on and you saw a surprisingly empty room. A futon with red and gray sheets in one corner next to a wall of curtains, two sliding doors that probably concealed a closet, a small bookcase across from the bed, and…a wall of photos?
You shut the door and looked at the wall, 12 feet long and eight feet tall, covered in pictures. Of you, of buildings, of girls with and without you, a bunch of Shizuo, a few of Koyo, many that looked like pictures that were taken without the person's permission. The pictures were so numerous they had even begun overflowing onto the adjacent wall.
One of the photos caught your eye; it was you and a dark-haired boy, in a pose with your back against his chest, holding hands. It seemed almost as if whoever had hung the picture didn't want you or anyone to notice it. The picture was hidden behind numerous others, the boy half hidden.
"I don't know what happened to your camera," You jumped. You hadn't heard Shizuo enter the doorway, "It was a nice one too. Top of the line. We can buy you another one on my day off."
You didn't know what to say. You had never really been into photography, but it seemed like Hidezaya was.
"Sure…"
"You wanna get a shower or something before you go to bed?"
"Oh, uh, ok." It was just too awkward with this stranger.
He stared at you for a minute, "I'll find out who did this to you and I'll kill 'em. I promise."
"N-no, that's ok, really."
"Tch. Whatever. Night."
You looked around the room again and decided to explore for a minute before getting your shower.
The bookcase was overflowing with comic books, you pulled one out and blushed furiously. It had two teenage boys laying together with only strategically placed roses making it safe for innocent eyes. You shoved it back onto the shelf and pulled out a few more, all of them featured pretty boys on the cover and most were about as awkward at the first.
The clothing in the closet was hung with military precision; a row of school uniforms, a row of skirts (arranged in a rainbow spectrum), and a row of tops (again in a spectrum of color.) A small set of drawers on the bottom held underclothes and pajamas.
You still didn't know what exactly was going on, but you were going to find out why you were suddenly spirited to the other side of the world.
After your shower, you pulled open the curtains. It revealed a wall of windows overlooking the city of Tokyo, lights blinked up at you. The view was beautiful, much prettier than anything in your hometown.
You fell onto the futon and fell asleep; the bright lights casting shadows on the boy who watched you.
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