#sickinthehead

The warden was giving away their announcement at the very end of the table. Every 12 prisoners was sitting at each side of that table, half of each on the other end.

As you rest your chin on your palm you looked around the room to see if you could find anything interesting. There, you saw an orange haired man sitting on the opposite side.

He had his mask on and his arms crossed while looking at the warden. He seemed.. Familiar?.. Too familiar. As the warden dismiss the prisoner, you still kept your eyes on the guy in front of you.

Some prisoners went back to their own cell while the rest was interacting with each other. The orange haired man got pulled into a conversation with a blonde haired woman and a brown haired man.

As they kept on throwing him questions and topics to talk about they spot you taking a small look at them, before signaling you to come join them.

They each introduce themselves as Mahiru and Mikoto, then drags the orange guy to meet you. As you saw half of his face it became a lot more clear. He's really familiar.

"This is Fuuta! He's a bit grumpy, but I'm sure he's a little nice." Mahiru said in a teasing tone. Fuuta grumbles as you let out a stiff laugh. When you looked at Fuuta, he was looking back at you.

He glared at you, making you avert your eyes to a different view. Just then he took your arm and brings you somewhere far from the two extroverts.

Confused by his action, you asked him why he did it, he didn't answer. When the two of you arrived, he glared at you before flicking your forehead.

Pissed, you stared him down with a dead panned look as you ball your fist up, ready to punch him at anytime.

"Do you not remember me? It's only been a few years idiot." He lowers his mask to reveal his full face. Your eyes slightly widen as you stare at the man in front of you. Fuuta Kajiyama.

Ever since middle school, the two of you have always been in the same school. same class, same table, same neighborhood, same after school lessons. But the two of you parted ways during the start of college.

Some could consider your relationship a bit rough, but you didn't hate each other. Definitely not. If anything you cared about each other.

It was.. A little shocking to see him here. This is a prisoner for murderers right? So why is he here?.. You shook your thoughts away as Fuuta gripped onto your shoulder.

"Thank fucking God you're here. Well, not really since, you know. But whatever. I'm just happy as hell that you're here." He gripped onto your shoulder hard as he looked down into the floor, his nose scrunching up.

You wanted to ask him how he's here, and who it was. But you knew better that he wouldn't give you a proper answer, and will brush it off like it's nothing. You learned that the hard way.

Fuuta looked back up to you before quietly laughing to himself. You asked him what was wrong, only to be flicked in the forehead again. You angrily asked him why he kept on doing those stupid forehead flicking.

"Cause your face always look funny, that's why." He teased. You should get used to it, but his tone and expression was just begging for you to punch him.

"What? Cat's got the tongue?" He kept on messing around, trying to get a reaction out you. You grabbed him by the ear and started pulling it while smiling.

While shouting in pain, Fuuta grabbed two of your cheeks and started stretching them, trying to stop you form pinching him. Mahiru and Mikoto looked at the two of you bickering before looking back at each other.

"Mikoto.. Do you think.."

"Let's observe for now, Mappi.."