one more game?さんのイラストまとめ

Kanata cried out in pain, but Yuzuru barely processed it. He moved his hands down to Kanata's lower leg. Applying great pressure, he snapped it over his knee as he had been taught so long ago.

"Aghhhh...haaaa...ahh....you're just...'like' me..."

Before Kanata could react, Yuzuru lunged at him, pinning him to the ground.

"Hmm, I 'think'...I might not 'like' you."

"I was hoping you wouldn't be this far gone already.

But if you're like this, you're a danger to me and everyone else."

Kanata sits by his bed, hands full of bundles of limp blue hair. He's been braiding it for a while, it seems.

Wataru's corpse has been neatly tucked in. His skin is already beginning to lose its color.

"Fuck."

Madara's ragged breathing turned into soft wheezing, and Yuzuru squeezed his hand to comfort him.

"Shh. It's alright. You should get some rest now.

When you wake up, everything will be fine."

The sizzle of the knife against Yuzuru's tender skin was the only sound other than the second year's sharp inhales as the bleeding slowed to a stop.

"See? I told you I'd take care of you. You really are a good little patient."

Tomoya pressed his lips against Hokuto's slowly cooling mouth.

(Heehee...I love you, Hokuto-senpai.)

"I can't read suddenly. I don't know."

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