But wait... the school's gonna be empty soon. Like, really empty.
My heart skipped a beat.
No freaking way I'm spending the night locked in here.
I pushed off the door, pacing in the tiny stall, trying not to freak.
Then I remembered—phone.
Thank God for phones, right?
I fished it out of my bag. Screen lit up.
Phew.
Why was I even going straight to the worst-case scenario in my head?
I scrolled through contacts.
Nope.
None of the school friends' numbers saved. Not a single one.
NakuYami and Kotatsu? Both on leave today.
So no backup there.
Great.
I sat down on the cold tile floor, knees hugged tight, thinking.
Maybe the janitor would come by soon. Or a teacher doing their rounds.
Or maybe I'd have to yell loud enough to get someone's attention.
I slumped against the wall dramatically, letting out a long, helpless whine that echoed off the tiles.
"What should I dooooooo???~"
This was officially the most pathetic moment of my high school life.
I wasn't crying. I was not crying.
I just needed... I don't know. A reset button?
I stared at the bathroom door like it owed me answers.
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Back in the classroom – 2-A
Zay looked up from his book, eyes flicking toward the empty desk beside him.
He blinked once.
Still empty.
Kiro stretched across his seat, arms behind his head, glancing lazily at the classroom door. "She's taking forever," he said.
Ryusuke, half-asleep on his desk, cracked one eye open. "Didn't lunch end like ten minutes ago?"
Zay didn't answer. He closed his book slowly, eyes narrowing.
Then he stood up.
Kiro raised a brow. "What? Gonna go fetch your desk neighbor?"
Zay didn't even respond.