[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 13th - Afternoon[/sub][/right][hr]
Daigo wasn't certain if the definition of bullying encompassed dragging the unwilling into supernatural danger, but he would definitely be petitioning the school administration to spread awareness about it. Y'know, if he could actually convince anyone that supernatural danger even existed. Hoshino - cruel, merciless Hoshino - denied him even the dignity to walk to his own death like a man; he chose instead to lead him there like an animal sent for slaughter. Must've learned that working at the yakuza konbini. At least Genki had the benevolence to not let him face his end half-blind. Not that fetching his glasses made their messy-haired classmate any better; that good cop act was transparent. He could frame their little excursion as fun and exciting all he wanted, but all that meant was that he was complicit in Hoshino's scheme.

[color=ff9933]"Thanks,"[/color] Daigo timidly muttered as he slipped his glasses back on his face, his other complaints left unvoiced. Not that he was scared to voice them or anything. Nope. There just wasn't time and- jeez, eye contact was a lot more intimidating when he could actually see Genki's eyes.

Once they started in pursuit of the butterfly, the ginger surprisingly followed without complaint. It was better to just pretend he was holding hands with someone hot - not Hoshino, just... maybe someone that kinda looked like him - that totally wasn't leading him to his demise. Less stress. At least until his wicked jailer seemed to notice he had regained a modicum of peace in his heart and shoved him toward the girl's locker room in an effort to defile the last bit of dignity Daigo held. 

[color=ff9933]"Wha- I can't-"[/color] Daigo sputtered aimlessly, then puffed his cheeks out in a childish pout, [color=ff9933]"I'm not girly..."[/color] They just didn't wanna get in trouble. Typical bullies. 

The ginger opened his mouth to voice his protests, but he was stopped by something wacking his shoe and then outright stumbling into him. Excuses raced through his mind, though as tempted as he was to throw Noriaki to the wolves for forcing him into the girl's locker room, his assailant moved on with only a muttered apology. Whatever spirits that protected him couldn't have given him a luckier break. There was no way Ueno-senpai even registered who he was. There was no way they'd get in trouble for that. Even better, they couldn't expect him to go inside while the locker room was occupied. 

[color=ff9933]"See! You can't make me go in there. She could already be shirtless and there's no way I'm going in there to look at that. That would be wrong."[/color] The redhead huffed triumphantly as soon as the locker room door closed behind Ueno. Looks like the shadow hands would have to wa-

There was a defenseless blind girl alone in a room with a demon. 

No, it was fine. He could pop in, cover his eyes, put on a convincing falsetto, and tell her Nakano-senpai had been looking for her. Easy.

[color=ff9933]"I'm leaving the [i]second[/i] she's safe, you hear me?"[/color] Daigo mumbled defeatedly as he trudged forward into what was quite possibly the last place he'd ever want to be on campus. It hadn't occurred to him just how dark the locker rooms were without power. Normally, that would've been a blessing in a place he didn't want to be caught, but the darkness was wasted when tailing a [i]blind girl[/i]. Thankfully, he had the haunting luminescence of the butterfly to guide him toward his target, and the echoing rattle of cane on locker to give away Ueno's position. The lack of any sweeping cell phone flashlights or idle conversation suggested they were alone - and more importantly, he wasn't likely to stumble into anyone in their underwear - but he might be able to pass for a girl in the pitch blackness if spotted. Not that he'd admit it to stupid Hoshino.

Nervously, the redhead skulked down a row of lockers, mindful of touching anything that could possibly give away his position. The repetitive clatter of the cane had stopped, unluckily enough right next to the butterfly, if his ears served him right. That was bad. Assuming both locker rooms had the same layout, they were both by the mirrors. It took every ounce of restraint the boy had not to rush over, expecting some otherworldly horror to burst forth at any moment. 

[color=E5C4CD]“What do you [i]want[/i], then?!”[/color]

Crap, had she heard him? No, even if she had, there's no way she could've distinguished him from any random girl that wandered in here in search of her phone or something, and that certainly wouldn't warrant her tone there. Had he missed someone? Daigo craned his head around the locker he had concealed himself behind and watched as the blind girl pawed at the mirror in silence, awaiting a response from whatever third party Ueno had questioned. Except she wasn't pawing at the mirror, was she? Everytime she moved, the light dimmed for a brief moment, as if muffled by her hand. She was grasping for the butterfly. She was [i]talking[/i] to the butterfly.

[color=ff9933]"Y-you can see it too?!"[/color] The nervous boy blurted out in a more masculine voice than he intended. Abort, abort! Staggering back, Daigo made it an impressive two steps into his escape route before he toppled over a nearby bench and flopped onto the ground, the tile almost knocking the wind out of him. [color=ff9933]"I-I... uuuh. I c-can explain."[/color]

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