I plan to add several more chapters because I finally have ideas again. The only thing stopping me is my severe laziness.

Second Person P.O.V

It was Tuesday today. Two days had passed since the dreaded organ cleaning had started. You still felt horrible, but that is natural with such pains. The sight of blood, however disgusting to clean up it was, you couldn't help but feel used to the sight, though you were getting a bit lightheaded from the loss.

You briefly wondered if you'd end up dying from blood loss due to this awful thing, that's very common, and should not be embarrassing to talk about in public, called a period. So you took out your phone in a haze of pain, and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

The person on the other side answered, not expecting a call from you, of all people.

"Yosano, can you come over to my place?"

You inquired, your voice raspy and whisper-like.

"Of course, Y/n. I'll be there in about twenty minutes, see you later!"

Yosano replied almost immediately, without the hesitation she probably should have had, seeing as she was at work, even if she wasn't doing much. You ended the call soon after, the unbearable pain of your lower stomach contracting and twisting while you bled out.

Your sight was getting fuzzy, and you felt dizzy as you attempted to make your way downstairs despite the difficulties, to unlock the door for Yosano. Once at the bottom of the stairs, you felt extremely proud of yourself, though the emotion faded soon after because of pain. 

After unlocking the door, you tried to make your way upstairs, back to the slight comfort of your bedroom, but collapsed on the stairs, hitting your head on the detailed design of the safety railing, causing you to black out for a few seconds, and upon regaining consciousness, you decided that the steps were easier to be than your room in the moment.

So after, Yosano knocked on the door, so you tried to call out, tell her the door was open, but all that came out was your crunchy voice. (A/n: I have no idea what words to use to describe the bumpy voice when one to tired to have a smooth voice.) You tapped the metal bars of the railing in order to make a sound to show her where you were.

Yosano had opened the door, checking around before walking in, and looking to where the sound came from, seeing your sickly pale body laying curled up on the stairs, your head bleeding a bit where you'd hit it.

Yosano walked up to you, raising a brow at your choice to be on the stairs. You faintly heard her laughing, as you watched her movements in your daze.

"Y/n, dear, it looks like you need me to heal you."

She dramatically gasped with a devious smirk, despite her sliver of worry for your wellbeing. If you hadn't called her earlier, you'd have been stuck on your own.

Timeskip brought to you by: Why can't I eat every single mushroom in the world for fun? What is the reason for me not to?

Fifteen minutes later, and you were making some lavender tea for Yosano and yourself, as it would be rude to have made her walk all the way over to your house, only to tell her to leave once she'd been so kind as to heal you from your near death state.

You and Yosano talked for a while, commenting about different deaths, arguing over the best way to hide a body, wondering what comes after death, and much more.

"But Yosano, if you were to kill someone, you'd need a different perfume, or one that has no scent. You need to dress different, and wear bigger or smaller shoes than your own."

You mentioned, hoping she'd finally relent.

"No, you don't get it. You need to use someone else's hair, and not leave anything at the crime scene! The killer could just use hydrogen peroxide and water to clean the mess up, and then use perfumes or open the window to hide and get rid of the scent. They could also use incenses." 

Yosano replied, giving another idea into the pile. You sighed, this was another tie. You and Yosano then talked about different tea, and if coffee or black tea was better to drink.

Hours later, you had to say goodbye to Yosano, reminding her to use the pepper spray you'd armed her with before you sent her off, telling her to be safe and call you or the police if anything happened.

End of Second Person P.O.V

Love percentages:

Dazai Osamu: [UNABLE TO GENERATE!]

Ranpo Edogawa: [WARNING! THIS CHARACTER HAS A VIRUS, WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESTART IT?]

[YES]

[NO]

Chuuya Nakahara: 70%

Yosano Akiko: 89%

Fyodor Dostoevsky:17%

Nikolai Gogol: 5%

Sigma: 45%

Edgar Allan Poe: 21%

Tecchou Suehiro: [YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS CHARACTER IN A LONG TIME. MEET UP SOON?]

[YES]

[NO]

Jouno Saigiku: [YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS CHARACTER IN A WHILE. MEET UP SOON?]

[YES]

[NO]

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa: 58%

[YOUR CHOICES WILL HAVE CONSEQUENCES.]

Story Secrets!

Y/n dislikes having to do things!

Y/n gets intense burnout!

Y/n dislikes children, but refuses to show them that!

Y/n knows.

Thank you for reading Witch Mentality! I hope you're doing well, and are staying safe. Make sure you eat something with at least five hundred calories, and drink a half cup of water if you don't feel like having too much! Have a good day/night/morning/evening/afternoon!