In which (Y/n) and her friends decide to accept Rook’s challenge for a match of hide-and-seek. In retrospect, it might have been a bad idea to play that game with a huntsman.
But oh well, (Y/n) is the last one remaining, and is super determined to not let herself be found — even if it means letting Rook, her crush, read her diary.
“(Y/n)~ come out, come out! Wherever you are!”
You clamped your hands over your mouth as you hid beneath your bed, trying to not sneeze due to all the dust and cat hair that had collected there. It was yucky, but it was your best bet to not be found by the eccentric hunter in this hide-and-seek game where everything was allowed.
You had agreed all of Ramshackle would be the playground, which — now thinking about it — might have been a mistake because Rook was so good at finding his prey. Next time, you made sure to remember that using a bigger area would be better.
On the contrary to Ace, Deuce, and Grim, you didn’t exactly know where to hide when Rook started counting down from thirty, so you had chosen to just crawl under your bed in hopes that Rook wouldn’t dare to enter your room; but of course he would enter your room — he was Rook!
The sound of the door falling into its hinges made a shudder run down your spine. Footsteps that were nearly inaudible pranced around your room, and it seemed like Rook was taking his precious time to take in all of your bedroom — from the clock on your nightstand to the framed pictures hanging on the walls. This was his first time being inside your bedroom, and he intended to memorise every nook and cranny for personal reasons and purposes.
Eventually, he started moving around, his heels clicking against the wooden door of your room intentionally, as if he was mocking you. The sound of it made your heart flutter in exhilaration, the fear of getting found causing you to hold your breath. He came to a stop in front of your closet, letting out a short hum.
“Ma cherie? Are you—” Rook flung the doors to your wardrobe open. “—inside your closet? Hmm… no…”
