Chapter 55 Save Shinomiya Saya!

Save Shinomiya Saya!

Aoi’s PoV

I opened Saya’s message and there was a message.

[Please help me, that woman…]

I immediately sent her a message.

[Where are you now?]

But there was no reply from her.

I don’t know what happened, but I know that her situation is not good. By “that woman” did she mean Amane Kazusa, Akasaka Yuko, or both?

On the way to the station, I called Saya’s mother.

“Sachi-san, I’m sorry for calling so suddenly.”

[It’s okay. What’s wrong, Aoi-chan?]

“Saya might be in a dangerous situation right now.”

[Eh? What?]

I briefly told Sachi-san what was going on and then hung up.

I got on the train and waited for a message from Saya on the train, but I arrived at the station where I got off without it.

As I was walking through the gate, wondering where to go, I received a new message.

[I think it’s an abandoned building. It’s a large abandoned building not far from the school.]

[Is it possible to make a phone call now?]

[No. I think if we talk, she will know.]

[Can’t we stay connected even if we don’t need to talk?]

[Okay, I will do that.]

I take the headphones out of my pocket and put them on.

An abandoned building near the school? There was only one place I could think of. It must be there.

I don’t know how it happened, but let’s go there first. …

[I know you’re in there, Shinomiya-san. Come out quickly. Can we be friends again? And thank you for making me like this…]

[Amane-san, please throw that away. I didn’t set you up with Shinomiya-san for this.]

[Shut up, you stupid b🬀🬀ch. You don’t understand anything…]

[Kyaah!]

Voices are heard on the phone.

It was the voice of Amane Kazusa and that student named Akasaka Yuko.

Was there a connection between them? I have a feeling that there is a third party involved. I have a feeling that there is, but I don’t have time to think about that now. The fact that I can hear their voices means that they are close to Saya.

I had to get there as soon as possible.

I called Sachi-san and told her where I was, and then decided to go there as soon as possible.

Shuu’s PoV

After seeing Aoi-senpai off, I went home and opened the front door.

I don’t know how long it’s been since Aoi-senpai left.

Something is fuzzy in my mind. Actually, my mind isn’t always clear and I tend not to think about anything, but it’s been fuzzy for a while now.

Deep inside me.

I feel like I’m being pulled out of the screen.

I wonder if it’s okay to stay like this. I don’t know why I think so. I understand that it’s okay because Aoi-senpai is there, but it’s been like this for a while.

Why is that? Why? I don’t know.

I’m not sure, but one thing came to my mind. It is… I want to help Shinomiya-san?

Even if what I say won’t help? Why is that? Why?

And I’m helping people? What’s that? Kindness? I don’t know.

Ah… I don’t know anything.

The feeling of being pulled out of my mind is back to normal, back to the feeling of looking at my uninteresting, colorless story from the outside.

But, at the same time.

I heard the sound of the door opening behind me.

“Nii-san? What are you doing?”

“Yo, Yoka?”

“Yes, I’m home, Nii-san. So, what’s going on? What are you doing?”

“Ah, nothing.”

“Did something happen to Aoi-senpai?”

“Eh?”

“Because I just saw her rushing off somewhere. I thought she was in a hurry and wondered if something was wrong with her, so I followed her halfway.”

Yoka told me that.

I thought for a moment that she might know something, and I thought for a moment that I would ask her about it, but I couldn’t get the words out.

My mouth would not utter a word.

When I hear them, I have to leave. I can’t go back.

I thought I was completely broken, I couldn’t think of anything, I couldn’t feel anything.

“Hiiragi-kun…”

“Shuu-senpai…”

Aoi-senpai and Shinomiya-san’s smiles.

And Sachi-san and Yukito-san’s smiles. That warmth. The warmth that never existed in my home.

I reached out my hand just a little to grab it…

“Yoka. Where did Aoi-senpai go, where is the place?”

“Nii-san, I don’t think you should go there. I don’t know what’s going on, but it looks dangerous.”

“Still…”

Is it okay, I wonder. A myriad of such questions come to mind, but…

“Please, I want to go…”

“Okay. But I’ll go with you. No denial!”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Okay.”

Then I put my feet in the shoes I had almost taken off and opened the front door…