I had woken up on the rooftop in a sniveling heap to find teachers, police and ambulance officers surrounding me. Once they realised I had woken up a man leaned down towards me. His face came close to mine and I reeled back in shock, pushing him away at the same time. He smiled at me, and said something that went undetected by my semi-conscious brain. I think at that point I passed out again.
As I still had his shoe and was found in such a pitiful state, I suppose people could only assume that we were playing up there together, that I had done nothing wrong. I slipped in and out of consciousness and wound up in several places, the first I think was a hospital. I was surrounded by instruments and white walls and the smell of sanitizer. When I awoke most recently I was at home, curled up in bed. The events of the previous day flashed before my eyes yet again and my stomach lurched, although I managed to keep everything down this time, I still held the bucket close by.
I reached for my phone to check the time and as the display came up I saw I had a few unread texts and missed calls. I sifted through them to find that they were simply classmates telling me it wasn't my fault; I had done nothing wrong and that I should get well soon. Had I really done nothing wrong? It wasn't really my fault that something like that had happened. I looked back and as I did so the contents of my stomach began to rise, so I reached for the bucket and threw up.
I woke up again with someone sitting on my bed and I groggily lifted my head to see a blurred, tall, muscular figure. In the low lighting and with my restless eyes I couldn't make out who it was at first, but slowly as I woke up the blurs came together to make out a flawless, bespectacled, green-haired young man.
My heart skipped a beat, my stomach dropped and I began to choke on my spit. This couldn't be happening. There's no way something like this could happen, I mean sure there are things like horoscopes and luck like what Senpai had taught me, but there's no way that things like ghosts could exist. He got up off the bed and began walking towards me; a concerned look on his face. I slowly attempted to escape before reaching the very edge of my bed and panicking.
As he reached me he lent down and gave me a light kiss on the forehead,
"I know this must be strange for you, but I assure you everything will be fine,"
He spoke with a reassuring tone, unlike the harsh words that I was used to and caught me off guard. I gave in to the warm feeling of having a loved one by your side and reached out to hold him, running my hands down every inch of his body, making sure he was real, that this wasn't some strange lovesick dream.
"Yes I'm real; you don't have to worry about things like that,"
He chuckled, grabbing hold of my hand as I collapsed back into bed, awestruck.
"What's wrong? You look spooked, have you had a bad dream or something?"
"I… I suppose you could say something like that…"
I breathed back slowly, barely able to form the words properly. It all seemed so real though, I can't believe I was so distraught over nothing! My phone vibrated and the screen lit up, I reached for it and was about to read it before Midorima took it of me and lay it aside. I suppose now was not the time to worry about such things as texts, although the one word I managed to make out struck an odd note and I began to feel slightly queasy again…
"… murderer…"
read the letters on the screen.
