Quick disclaimer: Yato belongs to the creator of Noragami, Handa belongs to the creator of Handa-kun/Barakamon, and any characters that are not OCs or made up characters to spread rumors, belong to the creator of Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun. The only one that belongs to me is my OC, school mystery no. 8, Kitsujito Mezuteiji.

My nose starts to sting with pain, and I let out a quiet sneeze. I smile softly for a second before sighing, 'Another person is talking about me.' I think as I swiftly walk out of my room.

'Well, at least that means I'll still be around for awhile....' My thoughts continue, my eyes wandering around the hall.

I glance out the window and spot two boys running towards this building. Becoming uninterested, I head to the girl's bathroom to find Hanako-kun alone.

I pull my whiteboard out and write my greeting to him, "Hey Hanako." I show him the board, knocking on the stall door next to me.

He turns to look at me, a small smile appears on his face, "Hey Mezuteiji." He greets back.

"I thought I told you to call me Kitsujito." I respond, my eyes grow heavy as I become annoyed at the fact that he calls me by my last name still.

"I'll call you what I want." Hanako replies with a playful smirk, rolling his eyes childishly like usual.

I roll my eyes in response, a very slight smile tugging at my lips, "Yeah, yeah, okay. There's some boys coming to this building." I state walking up to him.

"Oh~ Sounds exciting. Maybe they're here for you? No one has paid you a visit in a long while." Hanako teases me.

I shrug, "Would be nice to be visited, but I don't want to curse people." I sigh in response, slouching a bit.

"Then how about you go find out what they're doing?" Hanako suggests, tilting his head back, looking at me with a slightly sadistic yet playful smirk.

I nod and get ready to leave, "Thanks Han-kun." I say bowing to him, "Thanks for talking with me." I then turn and walk away, heading down to find the boys.

My eyes dull even more, my lips pulled into a firm line, a neutral expression on my face. I walk down the stairs and find the two boys checking every single door on the first floor. 'Why are they checking the doors?' I think just watching them.

"Dang it! It's none of these! Let's try the second floor!" The boy with basically black hair, a scarf around his neck, and the school uniform says disappointedly, yet determinedly.

"Mm." The other boy with black hair, school uniform, and black eyes agrees with a nod, heading towards me with the other boy.

I quickly dash up the stairs and wait for them. Shortly after I make it up to the second floor, the boys reach the same floor, nearly running into me. Slightly stepping away from them, clasping my right arm with my left hand, holding it close to my body. My head looking down, and away from them, small tears appearing in my eyes.

When nothing happens, I look up and catch a glance of the boy with blue eyes looking at me as he runs around the corner with his friend in hot pursuit. My eyes widen slightly as my head jerks back in surprise at the fact that he's looking straight at me. It doesn't last long though, them rushing past me to start checking doors on the second floor.

'What on earth?' My mind begins buzzing with questions, but I shake my head after a minute to clear it. 

I decide to follow the two boys for a little longer, until the bell rings for their break to be over, I'm assuming it's lunch, but who knows. The boys look dejected for a bit, their heads hanging low, but a determined gleam shines in their black and blue orbs. As to not be late for class, they make their way out of the building, and back to their class. I shrug and choose to go pay a visit to the school's broadcast room.

Making my way to the basement of said building, I head straight for the broadcast room. I sigh, 'Usually he comes to find me and drag me away. Maybe he forgot about me like everyone else.' I wonder as I walk down the stairs. After stopping in front of the door for a moment, I just walk in, not even bothering to knock. 'Hopefully they don't mind me stopping by.....'

"Kitsu-chan!!!" A kid's voice sounds as soon as I enter the room, and then I'm on the floor, someone hugging me.

I just lay there, knowing exactly who it is. My amber brown eyes with pinkish flecks still dull, no emotions showing in any of my facial features. After a bit, the person gets off of me, and holds a hand out to me. I look up at them, their hand right above me, then I reach out my left hand to take their hand. Immediately they pull me to my feet, me still looking down for a bit before looking up at them, and bow in thanks.

"Are you ever going to talk Kitsu-chan?~" The boy whines.

He has amber eyes like Hanako, but the paper that as "seal" written on it is black, and on his right cheek. A childish, yet scary grin is spread across his fairly white skinned face. His usual outfit of black haori, white school shirt, and the normal gray pants that most people wear when training with swords in animes. Then, to top it all off, he wears the exact same hat as Hanako.

I shake my head in response to the boy, and pull out my whiteboard again, "I have no reason to talk Tsukasa-san." I answer letting out a silent sigh. He keeps asking me that question every time he sees me.

"Why not?~" He whines more, giving me his puppy dog eyes and puffing out his lower lip.

"Because I don't want to. So stop asking." I respond, rolling my eyes. He never gets any reactions out of me, that sadist.

"You know he's never going to talk Tsukasa." Sakura, the green haired girl that always sticks up for me says.

They switch between calling me male an female pronouns because I don't exactly just look like a female, or just male. I have both male and female body parts, I'm a hermaphrodite. It doesn't bother me, so I just let them. Though, Tsukasa prefers to call me the feminine pronouns, not sure why though. I look more like a guy with a feminine chest area.

"You didn't even bother to come get me today. Did you forget about me again?" I ask staring directly at Tsukasa.

"Yep! Sorry about that Kitsu-chan!" Tsukasa grins childishly and walks up to me, taking my hood off of my head, and ruffling up my slightly dark sky blue hair with bright red tips.

I shake my head and back away from him, pulling my hood back up over my head. He pouts in response to my actions. He knows I don't like it when he does that, but he hates it that I don't even show an ounce of emotion.

"Kitsu-chan, why don't you show me some nice face that isn't.... Emotionless?" Tsukasa asks with a scary smile on his face.

Whenever he asks for this all I ever do is the same thing. I force my lips to turn up into a small awkward smile, which always causes him to sigh and go to Sakura, complaining about me not giving him the face he wants.

"Sakura!~ She's doing it again!! She won't give me a scared face!~" Tsukasa whines as my face becomes emotionless yet again.

Sakura just ignores him this time, not even bothering to look up from her book. Hyuuga, the boy in love with Sakura just laughs at Tsukasa before whining about Sakura letting Tsukasa touch her, but not letting him. I laugh in my thoughts, a small smile tugging at my lips, but it disappears a second later. They're always like this, it's ridiculous, but pleasant.

"Do you have anything for me to do today before I go?" I ask tilting my head slightly as they all look at the board.

"Play a game with me!" Tsukasa says excitedly, the boy has been known for his sadism, and his childishness, like a cat.

I shrug and make my way to the small table in the room. I take a seat, and Tsukasa laughs childishly, grinning, floating over to me, sitting across the table and pulls out cards. Surprisingly, he likes playing cards sometimes. So that's what we did for a few hours, Sakura joining in for a game at one point, as well as Hyuuga from Sakura telling him to leave her alone for the millionth time.

As soon as we finish our 20th game of "Go Fish", I stand up and stretch, yawning at the same time. Tsukasa lost almost every single time, Sakura won the one time she joined, and I won every other time.

"I'll be going then." I say bowing to Tsukasa-san who is the only one left, Sakura and Hyuuga having left for something earlier, probably school.

"Awww, okay Kitsu-chan!" Tsukasa says and then glomps me one last time for the day.

"Thank you for the company." I write as soon a he lets go of me.

He smiles at me, then waves bye. I wave back, then turn and leave. I head back to my room.

On my way back, I find the two boys now on the third floor, and running down the hall. They look like they're going to the girl's bathroom, but when they pass it, it causes me to tilt my head.

They stop at my door, and the blue eyed boy tries to open it, but it won't, as it should be. Excitement soon fills his eyes as he looks at his friend.

"The door has been found!" The blue eyed boy cheers, jumping up and down.

"Now to search for the key." The black haired and eyed boy says with determination filling his black eyes, his facial expression then changes to one that shows that he's contemplating something, "It could be anywhere though...."

"Then we just have to start searching the entire school property!" Blue eyes beams with a bigger grin on his face, "I'll start searching outside!" He then dashes away and out of the building, leaving his friend to search the building.

This causes him to blink a few times, before shrugging, a small smile casted on his face as he begins searching the third floor for a key. The sun casting shadows of crimson red in through the windows of the building.

I stare at him for a second then enter my room, 'Geez, such noisy boys...' I yawn and sit down on a small chair in the corner, leaning back in said chair.

'Maybe I'll have some visitors soon.... I hope not for their sake though, cursing is bad. I don't even know why I had Sakura spread that rumor about me a year ago.' I contemplate my past with the trio I hang out with.

In the end, my door wasn't unlocked that night, and I was alone for the rest of the night. Content with the day's events, I close my eyes, playing with the key in my pocket, 'No one will be able to get into my closet, ever.'