Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Her blonde mane flung forward with her, "Hotaru," she muttered awake. The memory of her filled in rage, seeing a redhead smiling in death, stuck in her mind like glue; then waking up.

"Jotou?" Fumeko glanced through eyes thinner than paper; she tried to speak with a dehydrated mouth as her bangs licked the sides of her nose.

The dream that passed... ’That wasn’t a dream... Didn’t that actually happen...?’ The dream was all fuzzy, much like any dream after waking up; Jotou could barely remember anything after stabbing, "Frye..."

Her brown pupils darted around the room—curtains blocking daylight, her nails long once more. Fumeko stretched awake and—"Woosh!"—blinked to the side of the blonde’s bed.

Jotou slid out of the covers and stood up in a cold sweat down her neck and on her palms. She pushed the blonde bangs away, apprehending the brunette in a hug, "Everything reset... Thank hell everything reset..."

Fumeko blushed—the panicked heartbeat from her crush beat against her eardrums as she just gave in—petting her back in return, "What are you talking about? What happened? Did you have a nightmare or something?"

"Oh Meko," Jotou let her go, examining the brunette again and again, tears dancing at the corners of her eyes, "There’s things I need to tell you."

Fumeko’s gaze widened, "Like... that you like me back?" her fists clenched.

’Third time and I still can’t give her an answer... Sigh...’ "Not that, something way more worrying."

"Wait," Fumeko’s eyes narrowed, "Why is liking me back worrying in the first place?"

"That’s not what I meant detective..." "Knock!" Jotou was saved by the knock on the door swivelling their attention.

"Rise and shine!"