YAMAGISHI.

Although she tried her best to maintain her composure, it was obvious she wasn’t succeeding. Rarely did she ever show much emotion. “A man who has not been identified yet was killed, along with… a woman named Aya Tsuji.”

Gripping the handle of her satchel tighter, she took a took a deep breath and continued. “Aya and I were close. She was like my own fairy godmother… I was on my way to her shop the day she was murdered and the commotion confused me. Mr. Kujo then pulled me aside and told me what had happened to her.”

                    _{———SPINES LOWERED FROM A ONCE DEFENSIVE MEASURE. she was acquainted with kujo? silently, the man folded his papers into his leather briefcase, eyes lingering on his gloved hands. he knew what she was going through, yet he hadn’t the courage to open. he’d only become a teacher at the school recently, an added measure to ensure the safety of the students.}

       _{❝ i’ve heard of her}

— she was young too. ❞
emerald eyes met the girl’s own hue. he placed his bag flat on the desk, and pulled out a chair for her to sit.

❝ if you need to talk about it, i can stay. ❞