A/N: Hello! Welcome to the wide world of angst and AU's ~ Created for the soul reason that every fandom needs a Thirteen Reasons Why!AU (Also...Tokiya never seems to die .-.) Also, this is only a prologue, so expect longer chapters OwO So relax and enjoy!
Shoutouts: My lovely beta-er, and the lovely friends who pushed me to write this and are helping me (You know who you are!)
Prologue-
Otoya's hands gripped the wooden counter top that just barely sustained his weight, tying him to reality. Just yesterday he sat at the same table, unaware.
He raised a shaky hand to his temple, massaging large circles into it in attempt to stop the harsh pounding. Otoya's gaze was fixated on a small brown box. It was taped together awkwardly, seeing as Otoya was never good at wrapping presents.
He let out a long sigh, withdrawing his hand and moving to a nearby cupboard. He grabbed the cold, silver handle and drew open the wooden door, choosing a glass nervously. The red-head walked to the sink, turning on the faucet all the way to the coldest setting and placed the glass under the running stream.
Once the small glass was full, he brought up the icy water to his raw lips, quickly glancing at the brown package. He felt a bead of sweat run down the back of his neck.
Downing the water in one gulp, he wished that he had just ignored the package when he had found it last night sitting on his bed frame haphazardly. He wished the package had been addressed to someone else, or better yet; never sent. And above all, he wished that Tokiya Ichinose had never-
Otoya stopped there, an unwelcome shiver running down his spine. He didn't want to think about what Tokiya did to himself ever again. Especially not after hearing what was in the box.
Looking down at the said object, he let out a soft, almost-inaudible gulp. Otoya grabbed the small parcel, tip-toeing out of his dorm quietly. He was cautious not to stir anyone at such a late hour. After a few minutes of walking, he stopped right outside of Ai, Syo and Natsuki's shared room, deciding it had to be done.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, ringing the doorbell.
Otoya pressed his ear against the door, listening for footsteps. Once he heard a quiet thump, thump, thump, he backed up and made a mad dash for his dorm.
Flying into the dorm and shutting the door behind him, he turned around and pressed his back to it, resisting the urge to collapse.
Otoya prayed for time to stop. He knew he couldn't rewind the past, or pause the present, but maybe if he prayed hard enough, the next day just wouldn't come and everything would simply
Stop.
