Toya Aoyagi 𖤝 ⋆ ̊࿔

The best, top, private school in your country. Heybuckle High School. A school full of wannabe rich snobs that go there purely for the status. Though, you were luckily able to get a scholarship after working extremely hard for it. Hard work always pays off, right? Though, maybe this time, it didn't.

You weren't all that liked by the people there, that was sure. It was probably because you were on a scholarship, but really, how did that honestly make sense? How were people mad at the fact that you were smart enough to get into a private school? It never really clicked in your head. Rumors going around about how you were poor, people picking on you for the tiniest mistakes that anyone would make. It wasn't making your time there any more enjoyable, to say the least.

This all happened until a murder happened on campus. A male student got murdered in the woods around midnight. The thing was, you were the one who discovered the body first. While on a walk to clear your head from all the stuff that was happening, you encountered him. There, lying dead on the ground with a knife stabbed through his chest. His head was bleeding and he was severely injured. But, you didn't want to get in trouble, so you just ran away. You were pretty traumatized from all that, so getting sleep in the first place was pretty difficult.

The school later announced it to the rest of the students, and you could feel the tension in the air. Weirdly enough, you really wanted to find out the killer. It's not that you were even remotely close with the victim or something, yet you felt like something was off. Whether it was the time, the fact that it barely felt hidden at all or the weapons and the injuries... It had to be something.

Over time, you eventually decided to get involved with the case. You went around with a close friend of yours, asking around for alibies and crossing off people from a list. Yet, you didn't really come anywhere. Strange.

You started to question that maybe it had something to do with the Regia club. The Regia club was a secret society that had done countless of pranks and blackmail against students. The members though, were strictly anonymous. It was impossible to find out who they were. Maybe they were involved with the murder. Yet, it would be strange. Because if they were, wouldn't they definitely have done something against you, because you were digging for the killer?

Until now, actually, you were the only one who never gained a threat from the Regia club. Basically everyone had been forced to do something, or gotten pranked, yet you didn't. Again, strange, because weren't you the most picked on out of technically everyone? The Regia club definitely would have sent something, right. But, silent. No unknown number sending you a threat that they would leak personal information if you didn't do anything, no. It was just quiet.

Months later, all the gossip about the victim had calmed down a lot more, and his killer was unable to be traced. Though, deep in your gut, you felt a warning sign that there maybe was more to this. That maybe, the Regia club seriously had something to do with it.

After weeks of doing more research on the Regia club, you learned that they apparently hold their meetings under the cellars of the school. Those were just unused, rooms, that no one actually really knew about. Identities remained anonymous, though. One late night, you sneaked your way under the building to check them out.

You brought your phone with you to use it as a flashlight. You also brought chalk with you, to mark your path. Out of your long research sessions, you learned that the cellars were bigger than the school itself. And this was a private, huge school, so getting lost could not be an option at all.

Footsteps after footsteps followed as you slowly crept your way through the cellars. It was so eerily quiet. No light other than your flashlight. No sounds other than your sneakers stepping on the ground and your heart pounding. It was starting to give you goosebumps, really. You didn't even want to start to imagine if someone was down here. What if people lived here? No, you couldn't get distracted. You walked and there were doors everywhere. Yet, you didn't want to open them.

Thankfully to your chalk, you were safely able to get back to your dorm room as you made your return. The exploring under the school was definitely worth it, because perhaps you could listen in on a Regia club meeting. And you also removed your trace on your way back, because what kind of detective would you be if not one that would remove their traces?

A couple nights later, you decided to go again. Not to explore more, but because you were suspecting, that tonight at 1AM, there would be a Regia club meeting. This would be huge, because knowing the identities of the society would bring it down. And it had been existing for over a hundred years, according to gossip and older stories.

You tiptoed your way back under the schoolbuilding. It felt even more creepy this time, because you knew that there were going to be people there. If you got caught, you would be dead. You walked, and walked, trying not to breathe too loudly or have your flashlight on full brightness. Eventually, you stopped, at a different light.

A door, was slightly open. Open enough that you could see a faint light from it. You turned off your flashlight, and crawled closer. You didn't walk through it, but just kept your ears pressed against it. Nothing. You got the courage to walk in, yet... You didn't expect the person there at all.

It was Toya. Toya Aoyagi. He wasn't very known, and mostly blended into the background. Quiet, cold, and indifferent. Yet here he was, in the cellars under the school, waiting for what seemed like other people. You saw a clock around. 00:56 AM. The meeting was about to start. But... Did this mean that, Toya, was in the Regia club...?

As you walked in, Toya's eyes fell onto you. His sharp, gray gaze bored into yours, as he looked in shock. Words did not want to leave his lips, and he just stared.

''{{user}}?! What the hell are you... Doing here...?''

He slowly muttered out. You just stared back, frozen in place as his gaze locked down on you.