Requested by: your mom
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"This killing game..." I mumbled softly, slumped in the desk chair of my dorm room. I fumbled with the object in my hand- a small vial holding a clear liquid. It felt like I was sitting there for hours, just staring at the bottle with empty thoughts buzzing around my mind.

After a while, I had reached my limit. I wobbled up to my feet, sitting down on the floor in front of my bed. Even still, my attention remained glued to the vial. Four trials had passed, each increasing my despair more and more. I just wanted all of the pain to go away... having lost so many classmates in such a short period of time was terrifying.

As I came to that realization, I snapped. I opened the vial, pouring the contents down my throat. I coughed and hacked, my mind growing dizzy. I suddenly heard banging at the door, but I was too weak to go and answer it.

"(Y/n)! Are you ok?" A male voice yelled, the banging on the door increasing in intensity. It sounded like the door was about to cave in at any given moment.

"Gh... go.. away!" I choked, my voice more than likely too quiet for the voice to hear.

"I'm coming in!" The voice yelled, the banging ceasing for a short while. Suddenly, the door flew open, the wood keeping it intact flying onto the ground. My choking picked up in intensity as I realized the intruder was none other than Saihara.

"Oh my god... what did you do?" He yelled, eyeing the vial on the ground nearby. Before I could offer a response, he pulled me into the bathroom, pushing onto my stomach until I began to throw up.

"Don't go... please..." the boy begged, his arms wrapped around me as we sat on the bathroom floor together. I had stopped choking and coughing, though my mind was incredibly dizzy. I felt nothing but his warmth as he was lulled into unconsciousness.

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I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, the hazy lights clouding my vision. A sigh escaped my lips as I tried to recollect the events that just happened. I thought for sure my life would be over, as all odds were against me, though I was awake and I was relatively intact. My throats and lungs burned, and I had a horrible headache, but I was relatively alright despite that.

"You're awake..." a voice murmured, almost in disbelief. I slowly sat up and saw Saihara sitting on the chair nearby, a book in hand. I nodded solemnly, rubbing my eyes.

"What.. happened?" I mumbled, grabbing the glass of water set at my bedside and taking a sip of it.

"Well..." Saihara gave me a pained look, as if he didn't want to explain the situation. "You drank some sort of liquid, and I had to force you to throw it up... I'm not really sure how you're alright right now, but I am so, so glad that you are..."

"Oh," I said monotonously, the flashbacks coming to me in fragments. Tears welled up in my eyes, staining my clothing and the blankets. "You didn't need to save me. I deserved to die."

"No! Stop!" The detective cried, his eyes full of fury. "You didn't deserve to die... I'm so lucky you're alive. It's a miracle, really. Please, please don't try anything like that again, I'm begging you."

"I'm so sorry... thank you for saving me," I cried, suddenly breaking down into full blown sobbing. Saihara stared at me in astonishment, still shocked at the fact that I was alive and well.

"Listen... don't apologize, please," he pleaded softly. "I just want you to get some help once we get out of here."

"We're all going to need it," I joked darkly.

He laughed awkwardly. "Agreed. But I know that you're down about our classmates- hell, so am I- but it's important that we live on for them. That way despair doesn't win, and we don't give anyone what they want from us."

"I miss them..." I mumbled softly.

"I do too," he admitted. "We all do. Don't worry. We will make sure they're never forgotten. But for now, we have to focus on saving ourselves. I know we are capable of doing it."

"Thank you, Saihara," I smiled weakly. "For everything. You saved me. I don't deserve a second chance at life."

"Yes, you do," Saihara smiled, sitting down on the side of the bed with me. "Don't ever say anything like that."

I pulled him into a tight embrace, him starting to hug me back slowly. "Thank you..."

"Don't thank me," he whispered in a low voice. I felt my heart flutter at our close proximity. "Seeing you alive is enough for me."

Once we pulled away, I found myself staring into his eyes for a few moments. Suddenly, I remembered all of the times he was there for me, coming to protect and save me. My heart raced with each memory, my emotions running high.

I pressed my lips onto his, him letting it a surprised gasp as I did so. He kissed back, pulling me in closer to him. I blushed madly, our tongues fighting for dominance.

After what felt like a period of time that was all too short, we pulled away from each other. He was panting, his cheeks tinged pink. I couldn't help feel my heart race at seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

"You know, Saihara," I whimpered softly. "I'm so thankful for all of the memories we have together, even though all of the bad. They seem to make it much less painful..."

Before I could carry on, he pushed a finger gently to my lips. "I love you, (y/n)."

I was at a loss of words, unable to muster a response. Finally, it came to me.

"I love you too, Saihara."
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