Thirty minutes earlier-
"Hey–WAI-" As I opened the doors, she swiftly pulled me back by my blue-blackish jacket, which covered my white sweater.
"Wha—"
Shi- escape failed…
"What do you mean by that?" She pulled me over, then pinned me against the wall. "Talk." She stared through my eyes straight, with her eyebrows dropping down sharply below her long eyelashes which in a circle supported her tight almost half closed eyes.
"It's how I've said it: I love you. Ever since I laid my eyes upon your voluptuous body, I loved you."
"VOL—hey now, THAT isn't something you say to a person you 'love'!" Her eyebrows related a bit as her face got closer to mine, waiting for my response.
"Well, it's the truth. Everything else besides your body is shitty — not that I hate it." I blushed a bit, looking to the side, avoiding her sharp gaze. "Shiity How dare you? A simple F-"
I continued stopping her halfway through.
"The way you're confident and arrogant simultaneously is a really, extremely shitty personality. It is. But somehow I just love it so much I can't help myself." Her face instantly burst back a bit. I slowly drifted my gaze toward her face, noticing she was a bit red. My hopes skyrocketed. "You—"
"Shut up or I'll kill you." A small puff of dust hit her face, covering her eyes with darkness.
"Got it."
She stepped back a few steps, then massaged her forehead slowly, trying to process what I had just said.
"So let me get this right." She raised both arms between us. "You like me because of the way I look, and even more because of the way… I treat you?" Softly she asked while moving her hands trying to get an explanation — for some reason it was so enchanting that I couldn't do anything but stare at her. She fixed her hair by throwing it over her left arm slowly, drfitng her eyes away from me but glancing just barely.
Wha- What is this!? Her personality flipped completely? This isn't the Marianne I know!?
At this point I'd realized no matter how shitty my situation was, I was talking to someone I loved, and all that sadness simply disappeared for a moment.
Alright.. Give it my all!
The bigger the regret on my shoulder, the blissful-er I'll feel on my death.
I glanced at my watch.
256
255
254
My last moments — I'll spend them the way I want to. I was always too scared or shy. Not today.
I sighed in, taking some air to speak then started trying to ignore my heartbeat skyrocketing through the roof, towards the moon.
"The way you speak, move your hands, fix your hair… It's just so enticing. There are multiple girls I know who are beautiful, but you're the only one who makes me feel something… Something? How can I even explain? It's simply so special." She stared at me blankly. "Back when I was still a normal school student, when I was part of 1/7 class, before I fell into F, and when we would've seen each other daily, you might have considered what you did to me was bullying or even harassment. In reality, due to your reputation from middle school, no one else dared to mess with me. Not even Ryuzaki since you were buddy-buddies with him.. Ever since I was forced to leave 1/7 C class and join the 1 / 3 F class my life just.."
Everything was quiet for a bit, not even hearing my heartbeat, what stopped that was his voice.
A voice came from the third shoe-lock row: "Someone called me?"
I flinched, not realizing someone was still there
Fuck-
As he came around the corner grinning, I stepped back. "Awe — lover boy confessed on his death day. How sweet." He raised his arm, making me flinch back slightly, "Did you miss anyone else from our class too?" closing my eyes I prepared for the worst. "What… are you doing Mari?" Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see Marianne had her arm between us, blankly staring into the wall. "Marianne?"
Only this time her cheeks were completely red — she was actually blushing.
"MARIANNE!?" Ryuzaki yelled.
"You've noticed…?"
Actually!? It WORKED?
Noticed? Noticed what!?
"You noticed I was protecting you…"
Suddenly her leg raised, then slowly swinged back a bit.
"Marianne? You can't be serious, this do—GAAARG—" In a blink of an eye Ryuzaki was kicked directly in the abdomen. "AGHH—" He flew between the left side of the hall and the shoe-locker row, landing on the other side of the center, rolling onto his back just below a teacher's foot.
The teacher looked down, then toward us. He took a sip from his coffee mug then looked left towards his class doors. "Don't play too roughly…" He simply turned and entered his class instead of saying anything.
"Well, that's convenient. I always thought teachers were useless here, but to this extent…"
"Sure are…"
"SURE ARE MY ASS!" Ryuzaki yelled. "AKTO FIRST, NOW YOU AS WELL? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO EVERYONE? SUDDENLY EMPATHY FLOODS INTO EVERYONE BUT ME, APPARENTLY??"
"Ah—sorry. After being deeply embarrassed I need to throw that away by kicking someone."
"I ALREADY KNOW THAT! WHY NOT THAT DORK OVER ME IS THE QUESTION!?"
I closed my eyes halfway, muttering, "What kinda power is that…?"
"It isn't a power… instinct—" She smiled, then ducked closer to me. "And why…?" She locked her arms around my left, then grinned back at Ryuzaki. "He's my new boyfriend!"
"WHAT!?" "WHAT!?"
Both Ryuzaki and I yelled at the same time. "Hehe…" She looked into my eyes, hers half-closed while smiling from ear to ear. "I'm looking forward to it, Sato~"
I blushed while looking down at her, not able to resist side-glancing at her cleavage as she clung to my arm.
Ryuzaki stood up and walked closer to us, pointing at her. "NO NO NO, what do you mean boyfriend? You're a D1 class! You can't go around picking up a guy on his death step…!"
"Mm, you're right, Ryu~ We can't have my new lover—"
"LOV—NO NO, SATOOOO, YOU DORK." He grabbed me by my chest, lifting me by my sweater. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MARI!?"
I have no idea myself!?
"I ALWAYS KNEW HER TASTE IN MEN IS TERRIBLE, GARBAGE, SHIT, ABSOL—" Suddenly she hit him on the head. "OI!" — "M-MARI!?"
"Relax, Ryu. Let go of my honey."
"HONE—" He actually let go, stepping back, gripping his head. "Honey—" A small gust of wind escaped his mouth, probably because of the cold.
Is that his soul—
Slowly he reached the wall and gripped it with his hand. "HONEYY!?" He leaned his forehead against the cold wall, exhausted. "Honey…"
Marianne glanced at me, smiling. "Ignore that idiot, you wanna live right?"
Of course I do..
"Well… I guess?"
"Let Ryuzaki wash in his own misery while I continue then. Honey, you can't—no, you won't die today." She looked between us. As I stepped a bit right, trying to let go of her clinging, her grip only got stronger. "I've got an idea~ A way Sato can survive."