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It’s tomorrow. Yuuto woke up and ate breakfast with his family. Yuka was silent, and so was their mother. The two of them were unable to look at each other.

After eating, she gently nodded and got up from the table, leaving her empty plate behind.

She then turned around and quietly picked up the plate, moved it to the kitchen sink, and left. Their mother smiled weakly as Yuka walked out of the house.

Yuuto soon followed in that quiet. He picked up his plate—and his mother’s—took them to the sink, and washed them all. When he turned around, he saw his mother standing behind him.

“…? Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Have you… slept, Yuuto?” she asked, looking at the bags beneath his eyes.

‘…Nope. What if that sister of mine had a change of heart?’ he blinked.

‘I didn’t sleep much at all. I hope after this is over, I can just take a nap,’ he thought.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it, Mom,” he said, forcing a smile as he walked past her.

She gasped lightly as she watched him pass and walk outside.

‘No…’ he realized, looking at the quiet street. ‘I’ll always have to fight for what I believe in. It will…’ He blinked rapidly and rubbed his face.

‘It will never be over. Anti-NTR, that is. There will always be a case. A scumbag hellbent on ruining me for what I believe in…’

‘Well,’ he sighed, ‘I ruin them with my existence. Maybe that’s a given.’

‘Odd.’ 

‘I don’t remember this ever being so… tiring.’

————————————————————

“You sure about this, Yuuno?” Yocchan asked, pulling on a pair of gloves by the street. Nearby, Yuuno handed out ski masks to the huddled group—five of them, crouched in the dark.

“No matter how many times you ask, my answer’s the same,” Yuuno muttered, focused on lacing his boots.

“I’m sure. This way, I get to show him where he belongs—remind him he’s not untouchable just because people believe in him. He acted like he was above it all… but I’ll tear him down if it’s the last thing I do. Because that’s where he fucking belongs. The bottom.”

His gaze was cold and flat.

“Pulling shit like that—sabotaging me behind the scenes—I’m done letting it slide.” He growled as he slid the ski mask over his face.

“That fucker really pushed it too far,” one of the guys muttered—Sousuke, part of the group Yuuto had flattened before.

“I’m gonna kill him… That piece of shit really thinks he can do whatever he wants and walk away clean. Nah. He’s dead.”

“I ain’t doing this out of revenge,” another guy said, strapping his gloves tight. “But people like him—guys who twist everything and somehow come out clean? He couldn’t have gotten that teacher on his side legit. Then the teacher ends up in jail? No way that’s a coincidence. He pulled something.”

He looked ahead with a blank but resolute stare. “Guys like that are why the world’s rotting. He lied. Used everyone. He deserves what’s coming.”

The others nodded. Quiet affirmations. A shared weight.

‘Hmph. Useful tools,’ Yuuno thought.

“Alright,” he muttered. As one, they stepped out from the shadows and crossed into the schoolyard.

All dressed in black. Gloves on. Masks tight.

At the front was Yuuno, eyes burning with hate. Behind him: Yocchan, Sousuke, and the rest of the boys Yuuto had once left in a heap.

“That fucker’s gonna get it…”

They stormed through the hallways, their pace urgent, turning heads and stirring whispers.

“Hey, who are—” A teacher stepped forward, reaching out. One of them shoved him hard to the ground. A nearby student screamed.

But another leaned in quickly to hush her.”Relax. It’s them.”

He stared ahead grimly.”They’re here for Yuuto.”

“Holy shit… is that Yuuno—”

“Shh! You don’t want to get involved. About time that bastard got what he deserved, no? Let them fuck him up.”

“But… to lynch someone—”

“HE HARASSED YUUNO’S SISTER!” one of them shouted, voice sharp enough to cut through the tension.

Debate died on the spot. Even those who felt uneasy kept quiet.

They should report this. They wanted to. But the way others were silently nodding, almost cheering—it made them hesitate. Speaking up now meant making enemies.

And besides… what if they had a point?

No—of course they were right. After all, there’s no way that many people would rally behind Yuuno if it wasn’t justified.

And just like that, they convinced themselves.

They justified their silence.

Yuuno turned to the group.

“Spread out. Find that fucker. If he’s not here—we go to his house and fuck his mom.”

They scattered. Classrooms. Clubrooms. Storage closets.

Every door slammed open in search of one face. Yuuto’s.

And then… Sousuke and his three friends opened the bathroom door—

—finding Yuuto peeing at the urinal.

“Well,” Yuuto sighed, “figured you’d come—”

He glanced back. Ski masks. Same physiques as before. The same guys from last time.

But what caught his attention were their hands.

Scissors.

‘…Alright.’ he thought, rubbing his chin against the bug planted on his school shirt—nudging it gently. ‘It’s recording.’

“I’ll have to defend myself. You know,” he said, voice calm.

The two thugs glanced at each other, remembering Yuuno’s instructions: don’t talk to him. No words. No identities. No accountability.

They nodded.

Sousuke, the bulkier one, charged.

‘I hear no sirens. No one called the police yet…’ Yuuto exhaled slowly, his gaze distant. The bags under his eyes showed one last time—before he shut down everything inside.

‘I’m alone.’

Sousuke swung the scissors.

Yuuto dodged, not out of fear—but resolve.

‘This time… I’m not holding back.’

He drove the sharp end of a pencil upward—straight into Sousuke’s groin. The force of the charge made it sink deeper.

“.!!!!!!!!!”

Sousuke’s eyes bulged. Blood spurted from his crotch.

His friends froze, gasping.

“GAAAAAAARGHHH!! YOU FUCKING—”

Sousuke swung wildly again, but Yuuto grabbed his arm and stabbed the pencil into his bicep.

“GRRG…!!! GRR..!!” Yuuto grunted as he stabbed again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

But Sousuke kept coming.

‘FUCKING STOP…!!!’ Yuuto thought, struggling as Sousuke slammed him against the ceramic faucet, pinning him with brute force. Blood pooled beneath them.

The second friend lunged, scissors in hand, aiming straight for Yuuto’s face.

“DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” he yelled as he thrust forward.

Yuuto shifted, barely fast enough.

The blades drove into his shoulder.

‘Grrrsh… FUCK… If I can’t shake this big oaf off me… I won’t be able to deal with the other two…’

‘Shit…’

“STOP…!!!” Yuuto called out.

“Oh, now you’re fucking begging!?” Sousuke growled. “No… Even if I fucking die… We’re stopping you here..!”

Another thug stabbed into Yuuto’s shoulder again, grabbing the arm that still held the pencil.

All three now surrounded him.

“KILL HIM!!!” Sousuke screamed.

‘….Fuck… I’ll…’

Yuuto’s heartbeat roared in his ears.

He took a breath.

“Remember,” he let out, voice suddenly calm, even as another stab tore into his upper arm.

“This is self-defense.”

Yuuto twisted his body and smashed his elbow into the mirror behind him.

Glass shattered.

Their eyes widened.

Yuuto’s expression went blank.

‘Now or never.’

‘Sorry, Lesser Yuuto… I didn’t mean for it to go like this.’

He grabbed a jagged shard from the shattered mirror, slicing his palm open—his blood smeared across the glass.

Then he stabbed.

Straight into Sousuke’s temple.

“Sou…!” one of them gasped as Sousuke’s body twitched, then slumped. His grip relaxed.

Yuuto slipped out from under him and hurled the corpse at his friend, forcing him to catch it.

“Sous… NO…”

Yuuto moved fast, using the moment of shock.

He stabbed the next thug right between the ribs as he held Sousuke’s corpse.

Puncturing his lung.

The boy gasped one last time, eyes wide, staring into Yuuto’s cold, unreadable face.

He was going to die.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

Not even beg.

STAB. The shard drove into his neck with a wet crunch.

Blood gushed out. He gurgled and collapsed, twitching. The bathroom floor was soaked in red as well as the stall door he was next to.

Now only one was left.

The last thug stumbled back.

And pissed himself.

He stared at Yuuto—face pale, frozen.

Yuuto stood before him. Drenched in blood. Panting. His arm bleeding. A corpse and a dying body at his feet.

“I… I… I’m… S… I’m sorry, please, please..!!!” the boy whimpered through the ski mask.

Yuuto didn’t hesitate.

He drove the mirror shard straight into his chest, pinning him to the bathroom door.

The thug gasped, eyes wide in disbelief, watching Yuuto with pure horror—his life flashing in fragments.

And then—

Yuuto yanked the shard free.

And stabbed again.

Same spot.

Right through the heart.

Over.

And over.

And over and over and over.

“MOTHER—” STAB

“FUCKER—” STAB

“YOU DON’T—” STAB

“GET TO—” STAB

“GET TO—!!!” STAB

“Get… get to…” Yuuto’s voice faltered. His breath ragged. Arms trembling.

He pulled the shard out one final time. The thug slumped forward—but Yuuto caught his body, holding it upright, pressing it against the door.

‘No… I need people to see I was attacked. To make this a plausible self-defense case.’

‘If you’re going to fall… fall into the school hall.’

He exhaled hard, sweat dripping down his brow.

Still clutching the body, Yuuto reached behind the boy as his final breath escaped him, unlocking the bathroom door.

The corpse fell forward with a sickening thud—spilling into the school hallway.

Yuuto collapsed right after it, tripping on his own bloodied legs and crashing down onto the corpse with a heavy thud.

He looked up—blurry, half-lidded—at the students standing around him, gasping in horror.

Among them… Yuka.

Most had already pulled out their phones.

They were filming him.

He was a celebrity now.

‘So… they probably knew what was going on.’ Yuuto staggered to his feet, clutching his bleeding arm. ‘And they didn’t step in to stop it.’

‘Yeah…’

He looked up.

‘Fuck this world.’

He sighed—long and deep.

“Yuu… t… o…” Yuka whispered, hand pressed to her mouth.

“HE… HE KILLED SOUSUKE AND THE REST!!!” a student shrieked, snapping from the shock.

‘They knew it was them… Of fucking course…’ Yuuto let out a forced chuckle.

Then, from the crowd, a new group stepped forward—masked.

Yuuno. Yocchan. And the rest.

‘Holy shit… they’re actually dead…’ Yocchan stared, frozen, at the bloody corpses and then at Yuuto—slumped, stained in red. ‘Fuck… this is batshit insane.’

He turned to Yuuno.

‘Dude, let’s just go… please…’

But Yuuno grinned behind his mask.

He had other plans.

He deepened his voice—growling to make sure no one would recognize him.

“YOU KILLED MY FUCKING FRIENDS!!! I’LL STOP YOU, FUCKER!!!” he shouted with conviction.

The crowd froze. Then murmurs spread like wildfire.

Yuuto’s reputation was already in shambles. And now—seeing the bodies, seeing his bloodied face…

It was easy to believe he was the villain.

“STOP HIM—WHOEVER YOU ARE—HE’S GONE CRAZY!!!” a student cried.

And just like that, the masked strangers became the heroes.

The crowd began cheering them on.

‘This… is this what you wanted, Yuuno…!? They’re dead…!’ Yocchan trembled, but Yuuno just smiled wider—watching the crowd rally behind him.

Teachers scrambled to their phones.

“WE NEED HELP! A STUDENT’S LOST IT! HE’S KILLED—”

Yuuto didn’t hear the rest.

The crowd’s voices became static—like TV fuzz. A low roar that drowned everything.

He looked at Yuka.

She looked back—eyes wet, lip trembling. But silent.

Half-lidded. Exhausted. Just like him.

He was still holding the shard.

Still breathing.

Still bleeding.

‘You must be wondering,’ Yuuto thought, now to the reader, ‘why I don’t scream that it was self-defense.’

‘That’s because in this situation… who would believe it? Believe me? What’s the point? When you’re up against a horde mentality, a bandwagon led by a confident and loud enough voice—your words get drowned out. They can paint any picture they want, twist any truth, and everyone will nod along. Not because it’s right. But because of their status and the sheer amount of following they have – they will ignore the facts because it’s more convenient and easy this way.’

‘That’s why… I won’t say a thing.’

‘There’s a camera up there. And a recording bug on me; whatever happens – my name is clean here. The only person who’s ever looked out for me—is me.’

‘It’s been that way since I came to this world… Hell, even the last one.’

‘That’s just how it is. Just me.’

‘If I hadn’t installed that recording bug, I’d be in jail right now.’

‘Such is the reality of this world… of any world.’

‘If you don’t look out for yourself—no one will.’

“YOU HEAR ME?!” Yuuno roared. “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!”

Yuuto stood, breathing hard, eyes locked onto him.

Blood dripping. Shard in hand. One arm limp.

He raised the blade, taking a stance.

“…And I’ll defend myself,” he said through gritted teeth. “Just like I did before.”

He exhaled.

Because I’m the Anti-NTR Man. And if there’s one thing I’ll never do—it’s let bastards like you win.

Yuuno narrowed his eyes as Yuuto stood firmly, flinching subtly.

“Take your shot, NTR motherfucker.”

To be Continued in…

Chapter 16: ANIMALITY (WHO!!?)

“Thanks, Yocchan.” Yuuno left the prison; the teacher was left behind, while he had a bit more leeway since he was a minor.

Though, needless to say, this had forever stained his reputation—affecting his academic future and his adult one. False charges are a serious offense. Something he couldn’t forgive.

“Today,” he let out as he looked forward, a grim expression on his face, “I’m fucking killing him. You’re helping me.”

“…But what about the subplot of you fucking your sister and me being your best friend?” Yocchan asked. “We’re reaching the endgame too fast, no? Wasn’t he going to do something about that, maybe make you turn on me and your sister Punisher (2004) style?”

Yuuno narrowed his eyes as he looked at him. “You gotta stop that habit of talking like we’re in a story, it’s creepy as fuck,” he let out as he took out a cigarette with a sigh, smoking.

He exhaled some smoke.

“Besides, not everything that gets added has to be resolved in a story.” He looked up at the sky. “He humiliated me. That bastard. I have to break his body now.”

“…Haaaah… I’ll follow your lead, but why are you going this far?” Yocchan asked, glancing at Yuuno.

“Just leave him alone? You already destroyed his rep beyond repair, fucked his sister, and bullied him for years. Can’t we just… I don’t know, go back to hanging out?”

Yuuno stared ahead, the rising smoke veiling his face. His eyes were half-lidded, blank. Yuka—Yuuto’s sister—ran toward him.

“We’ll do that. After I fucking break him. If I can’t do it mentally, I’ll do it physically. And if he tries to talk about it, we’ll break his teeth and jaw so he can’t.”

“….” Yocchan hummed in concern, then sighed, nodding. “Fine. I’ll round up the rest of the guys. Let’s do it after school—”

“No,” Yuuno cut in, opening his arms to welcome Yuka into them. “Let’s all meet at school tomorrow, okay?” he said with a smile, looking at Yocchan as he hugged her.

Yocchan exhaled through his nose and nodded slowly, turning to walk away.

“Sure. I’ll leave you two be.”

“I was so worried… That bastard of mine did something, didn’t he…”

Yuka’s voice faded as Yuuno watched her ramble—going on and on about how she was on his side, how much she hated her brother.

Her words blurred into noise and static.

‘Like a toy. Easy to handle… But I’m done playing. I’m… so bored. I imagine myself fucking her now, just to prove to that bastard Yuuto that I lord over him. But I don’t feel the least bit excited anymore…’

‘Tsch. Just proves she really was a toy.’

“Senpai,” he said, “Let’s break up.”

Yuka flinched, her eyes widening for a moment before she looked at him—forcing a chuckle as he smiled.

‘No… Actually, this is perfect.’

‘I’ll just frame him as the one who caused this. One more hit before I break him tomorrow.’

“W… hAHAHA… T-That’s not the time for jokes, Yuuno… I’m just glad you’re okay,” she said, hugging him tighter.

“I’m not joking, Senpai.”

Another flinch. She froze, still clinging to him.

“I love you…” he whispered.

“But you’re his sister. The one who got me thrown in jail. The one tied to everything that’s wrecked my life again. I… I can’t do this anymore, Yuka.” His voice sounded tired. Hollow.

He gently pushed her away.

“I’m sorry. It was… great while it lasted. I’m just not made for this, I guess…” He forced a weak chuckle and walked past her, leaving her standing there, frozen.

“I… I FUCKING HATE HIM!!!” Yuka suddenly screamed.

Yuuno smiled to himself, satisfied she’d reacted this way… But even that felt like too much effort, for some reason.

“PLEASE…” she whimpered. “I’ve… I’ve never been happier than I was with you… Please… I’ll even move out! Let’s… let’s live together, or—”

“Goodbye, Senpai. I’m sorry,” he said again, walking away—leaving her alone, standing in front of the police station.

Shocked.

——— TIME LATER… ———

She returned home, closing the door behind her. Her expression was unreadable. It was nighttime. Yuuto and their mother were asleep. The house was dark and quiet.

She slowly climbed up the stairs, walking over to her room…

…But Yuuto’s room glistened in her eyes. Her fists clenched as she opened the door to his room.

There he was.

Sleeping soundly after ruining her happiness. Causing Yuuno to be sent to prison for whatever reason, their mom trusting him blindly for no reason and not taking her side anymore—then causing them to break up. All because of him…

‘…All because of him.’ She took a step, then another, in the quiet room after slowly and gently closing the door to his room—leaving the two shut off from the rest of the house. Her eyes widened in rage and wrath, replaying Yuuno’s words over and over again. He gets to sleep soundly after ruining her life.

‘ALL BECAUSE OF HIM…!’ she growled, her fist clenched tightly, her heart pounding in her ears. She took yet another step. She was now standing directly above his bed, looking down at him.

Yuuto sighed internally.

‘I guess it’s a good thing I’ve been an insomniac in this world. There hasn’t been a night where I slept more than 3 hours.’ He slightly opened his eyes, making sure she didn’t see. ‘Not being able to sleep much has its perks… Now what?’

He wondered as he looked at her face.

‘She looks angry. Hm… If he told her I just did something to him, she’d side with him even more, and that would be that. No. People are only this angry and this unhinged when they think they’ve been compromised…’ he thought as she climbed onto the bed, her hands hovering near his neck.

‘I see,’ he concluded, as she placed her hands onto his neck, still wearing that crazed expression.

He must’ve broken up with her and blamed it all on me. Guess this means the endgame’s coming. Well, time to put my gambling skills to use and bet everything on this next move.

She began to squeeze, but just at that moment, Yuuto emitted a soft, blurred cry—the murmur of someone talking in their sleep.

“Hmmn… S… Sis…?” he whispered softly, pulling her abruptly out of her haze.

Before she could think or move away, he reached out, gently pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her body.

With a startled gasp, she let herself be drawn in.

“..!!!” Her eyes widened in disbelief as her face pressed against the pillow, her head pinned close to Yuuto’s while he held her lower back.

‘Two things could happen now,’ he thought. ‘Either Yuuno’s influence is strong enough that she’ll beat the fuck out of me right here and now—or the warmth he’s denied her today will be too much, and she’ll give in.’ He tightened his embrace gently, holding her like a child would hold a teddy bear.

Please, let it be the latter, he found himself thinking involuntarily, surprised by his own desperation.

She remained frozen in his grasp, her breath hitching repeatedly.

“I mish… you, sisn…” Yuuto mumbled sleepily.

She blinked, feeling his warmth spread through her. Slowly, her focus shifted to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and breath.

Calm. Not elevated in the slightest. Safe…

‘What…?’ She blinked rapidly, dozens of times. Her jaw trembled. ‘What was I about to do just now…? Ah… I… W-why are you hugging me…? We’re enemies, right…? You… Manipulated mom… This is what it is… But…’ she thought desperately, gasping softly.

‘Why are you so calm with me…? After everything I did to you…?’

Silence filled her mind.

‘Yuuno… w-why…?’ She quietly sobbed into the pillow, her arms instinctively wrapping around Yuuto as well.

“Why…?” she whispered softly, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Yuuto exhaled internally, relieved. ‘Phew… I’m really good at gambling.’

She remained in his embrace for a while longer, and after several quiet minutes, Yuuto relaxed his arms. Feeling a surge of shame, she carefully slipped off the bed and walked silently to her own room.

‘Tomorrow, then.’ Yuuto thought firmly.

‘It’s finally time to beat his ass once and for all.’

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“Maa..!?” Yuka called out, bursting through the front door, alarm clear in her voice.

She had just seen Yuuno and Yuuto’s homeroom teacher being driven away in a police car—both of them cuffed, frustration etched across their faces. She’d tried calling Yuuno, but he hadn’t answered.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Her mother stood in the kitchen… just like always. Cooking. Working. Like nothing had happened.

“Ma!? What… what happened?!” she cried, flailing her arms in a panic.

Her mother didn’t respond right away. She looked down, her palms trembling faintly.

Yuka’s eyes flicked to the kitchen table.

‘Her phone…? She never cooks with her phone on the table…’ she thought, then quickly shook her head. ‘Doesn’t matter—!!’

“I saw Yuuno in a police car just now! Were they here!?” she demanded.

Her mother glanced down again. “Yes,” she said softly. “But they’ve left now. I’m making curry. Would you like—”

“That fucking bastard…!!!” Yuka hissed, Yuuto’s face flashing into her mind. “He did something again, didn’t he!?”

Her mother flinched at the mention of his name.

“That bastard brother of mine finally crossed the line. For the police to be involved—he must’ve really fucked up. I should’ve beaten him more while I still had the chance—”

“YUKA, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT THIS INSTANT!!” her mother suddenly shouted, her body trembling as the words left her throat.

“W-What…? M-Mom, I’m right, aren’t I…? This was him, right?”

“ENOUGH!” her mother shouted, her voice cracking like a whip. “It may be hard for you to fathom, but your brother isn’t some villain hiding in the shadows, manipulating everyone! He’s just… misguided. And believe it or not, he’s trying his best to improve. Something you could stand to learn from him!”

Her hands were trembling now, a plate held tight in one of them.

“Don’t you DARE speak about him like that in this house. EVER AGAIN.” Her eyes were locked onto Yuka’s, sharp and unflinching.

“M… Mom!? What—are you serious!?” Yuka yelled back, stunned.

“CAN’T YOU SEE THIS!? Yuuno’s been the reasonable one this whole time!” she snapped. “Yuuto’s just been buttering you up—playing nice, acting sweet, making you think he’s changed! It’s all just a game to make you drop your guard and side with him!”

Her mother went silent. Then, coldly—almost too calm:

“Ah. I see… You’re right, Yuka.”

Yuka blinked. Her mother had agreed too easily. She swallowed hard as suspicion crept up her spine.

Then—her mother’s eyes changed. Hardened. Her voice dropped into a bitter edge.

“I guess any form of kindness toward your mother is considered manipulative to you, huh?”

She suddenly threw the ceramic plate down.

CRASH.

It shattered across the floor.

Yuka froze, mid-breath.

“That’s… not what I—”

“Is that why you never help with the dishes? Never clean? Never tell me you love me!?” her mother’s voice cracked under the strain, rising with every word. “Because I’m your mother, I’m supposed to suffer in silence while you do whatever you want!? And when someone finally shows me kindness—it’s manipulation to you!? THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK, YUKA!?”

She was shaking now, barely holding herself together—anger, grief, and exhaustion coiled tight inside her chest.

“I’m tired… I can’t do this anymore…” she whispered, a sob catching in her throat as she pressed a hand to her eyes. “When one of you finally makes an effort to be better… when he tries, even just a little… I feel like maybe I’m not invisible anymore. And this is what I hear from you? This…?” Her voice cracked. “To your brother, who’s just trying to lessen my burden…?”

She hugged her arms around herself, voice trembling.

“We’re family… We’re supposed to be family…”

Yuka’s voice wavered—then snapped into fury.

“Tired…?” she growled. “YOU’RE TIRED OF BEING MY MOTHER!?” Her voice shook the room. “HOW DARE YOU…!!!”

“YOU’RE FUCKING BLIND!!!” she screamed. “YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE WHEN SOMEONE’S USING YOU!! YUUNO—YUUNO’S THE ONLY ONE WHO ACTUALLY UNDERSTANDS ME—!!”

“GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!” her mother yelled back, voice raw and ragged.

But Yuka didn’t flinch.

“Nah,” she spat, hitting the floor with a sharp ptk. “I’m not staying in this house of lunatics.” She shoved her hands into her pockets. “I’m going to the station. I’ll get the real story. And I’ll wait for Yuuno.”

She turned and stormed out.

Her mother stayed frozen in place before slowly sliding down against the wall, collapsing into a sitting position. She curled up, arms around her knees, sitting among the shattered pieces of the broken plate—crying quietly.

Several minutes passed.

She looked down at them.

So many broken fragments. Sharp enough to cut her skin with the slightest pressure.

Her eyes trailed to the phone.

Seventeen calls. All to Yuuto. All unanswered.

‘I’ve… failed. Both of them. Drove my son away… Now my daughter hates me. I’ve alienated them both. Broken their trust. Just… what’s the point anymore?’

Outside, in the shadows, a figure silently watched through the window.

He thought to himself, eyes narrowed—calculating.

He saw it: the light leaving her gaze. How blank her expression became. How her shoulders slumped in quiet resignation. Her lips parted, no longer bothering to stay closed—like even holding her mouth shut had become too heavy.

Now was the right moment, Yuuto deduced.

‘If I’m gone… at least… maybe they’ll have a better life…’

Her hand reached out toward one of the sharp pieces.

But just before her fingers could close around the shard—A hand gently caught her palm.

Her breath hitched as she looked up. Then hitched again.

Yuuto had returned.

“Yuu… to…” she whispered weakly.

“It’s alright,” he said softly, kneeling beside her. “I’ll clean, Mom.”

Without waiting for a reply, he began gathering the broken pieces—meticulously, quietly. He didn’t let her see his face.

She wanted to say I’m sorry.

But a different question came out instead.

“Yuuto,” she swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you… manipulating me?”

He didn’t flinch.

He kept collecting the fragments, steady and focused.

“All this… this kindness… telling me you love me… that notebook you wrote about me—which made my heart throb…” Her voice trembled. “Helping me clean, being there for me… Is this real? Or…” she hesitated, “…is it just a way to get me on your side?”

She echoed Yuka’s accusation—spoken now with none of the anger, only fragile doubt.

Yuuto let out a quiet sigh, dropped another shard into the trash, and turned to her.

“Yes, Mom,” he said gently. “It’s true.”

Her eyes widened, her breath caught. Yet before she formed a thought, he leaned in and ducked lower, lifting her hand carefully into both of his.

“Everything I’m doing… is because I want you on my side.” His voice dropped into a whisper near her ear.

She shivered.

“Buying you gifts. Trying to surprise you… You’re right.” He pulled back slowly, looking down with a quiet, almost melancholy smile.

“I guess… I wanted you to be only mine.” The smile faltered. “So I did those things. I guess… I am as manipulative as you think.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her heart thudded—once, twice… then faster.

Not out of fear.

But warmth.

“That’s why I said… I get it, you know?” Yuuto murmured. “You want someone genuine on your side… and… I’m just not qualified.”

He slowly let go of her hand.

“I’m sorry. I guess… I wasn’t as pure as you thought, huh?”

He gave a quiet chuckle as he pulled away.

What is pure…? she wondered, still feeling the heat of his touch in her palm.

He was admitting it. That he had an agenda. That it wasn’t truly selfless.

It wasn’t genuine.

But what is genuine…?

If “genuine” means being ignored… dismissed… no matter how hard I work, no matter how much I break myself for them…

And “ingenuine” means receiving this much care… from a boy who just wants me to love him back more than anyone… My boy…

Then—

Her hand shot forward, grabbing his as he let go.

Firm. Without hesitation.

“Your mother…” her voice trembled, tears beginning to drip from her eyes, “…isn’t pure either, it seems.”

She smiled—effortless, tender, even as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Because I want you on my side too, Yuuto.”

Yuuto leaned in, smiling softly as he reached out and gently held her chin, eyes meeting hers with quiet warmth.

“Then… I won’t leave, Mom,” he said.

Soft. Gentle.

But in his mind—another voice echoed.

‘Good girl…’

Ahh… He glanced to the side.

…Now at you.

‘Did that startle you, maybe? Think I’m going too far?’

Yuuto asks the reader, all while gently brushing his fingers along her silky-smooth chin.

‘Or maybe… you like seeing this?’

He wonders, eyes locking with yours as his thumb glides tenderly beneath her jaw.

‘Well, in that case—you should thank Yuuno.’

Yuuto and his mother cleaned the house together, exchanging warm glances and gestures. The tired bags beneath her eyes had vanished, replaced with something else entirely. Energy. Strength.

‘After all… it’s thanks to him you get to see this side of me,’ Yuuto added, while gently massaging his mother’s delicate shoulder.

She always carried herself upright, despite the quiet weight she bore—between long hours on her feet…

And a chest…

…that would’ve worn down a weaker spine, it was no wonder her shoulders ached.

His fingers moved slowly across her nape, pressing his thumb into the tense muscle there.

She let out a quiet, relaxed moan.

‘Oh, and I’m not done yet. I’d say the peak of this story has already passed… but I haven’t fulfilled my promise, have I?’

“Good night, Mom. I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too… Yuuto. Sleep well,” she replied with a warm smile as she stepped into her room.

…But for a moment, she hesitated.

As if—just briefly—she expected him to follow her in…

But Yuuto had other priorities.

‘There’s still one thing left to do.’

He brought up Yuuno’s face in his mind.

‘Baseball his ass.’

WHO!!!?

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“Yuuto!” his mother called out as he stood behind the police, his face stricken with disbelief.

“Why… Why are you doing this… to me!?”

“Mom, I didn’t do what he’s saying! I don’t even know what he’s talking about!” he shouted, his voice tight with alarm, concern etched deep in his features.

She looked down, lips pressed together, confusion tightening her brows.

‘I promised myself… I wouldn’t leave him again. But… if everything he told me that night was a lie… then…’

“Enough,” the teacher interjected, stepping into the doorway, placing a hand gently on her shoulder—as if to steady her.

Yuuto’s fingers flinched. He took a single step forward, his body instinctively closing the distance between them—his chest nearly brushing against her. His eyes drifted downward for just a second.

‘They get bigger every time I look… Sheesh, what a sight.’

The teacher’s tongue grazed the corner of his lips, almost unnoticeably.

“You’ve put your poor mother through enough,” he said with mock concern. “I’m ashamed of you—as your teacher.”

In that moment, as Yuuto watched him gently press his hand against her shoulder, guiding her confusion with his fabricated narrative, something inside him stilled.

She didn’t look at Yuuto.

She didn’t push the teacher’s hand away.

He decided then…

The homeroom teacher… wouldn’t get off easy.

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“…Fine.” Yuuto exhaled in front of the officers, swallowing his rage. “Search whatever you want. I didn’t record anyone.”

The two officers exchanged a glance and nodded.

“My partner and I will conduct a full search—your computer, phone, and room,” one said. Then he stepped forward, reaching into his belt.

“For safety, though…”

The cuffs came out.

His mother gasped, recoiling. The teacher smirked, his hand still draped over her shoulder.

Clack.

The metal snapped shut around Yuuto’s wrists.

‘Heh… Good.’

‘Even if he hid the footage or tossed the notebook, it won’t matter. That image—him in cuffs—will burn itself into his hot mom’s head.’

‘That he’s a criminal… nothing more.’

The teacher watched with a twisted grin as the officer escorted Yuuto inside.

“Wow, teacher,” Yuuto muttered coldly, walking ahead with his wrists chained. His eyes didn’t meet him—his voice carried just enough bite.

“You really like cuddling with my mom, don’t you? Is that why you framed me for this?”

He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching into a bitter sneer.

“So you’d get more chances to lay your hands on her?”

His mother gasped, stunned—her face pale with disbelief.

The teacher flinched, instantly pulling his hand off her shoulder.

“Y-YOU LITTLE SHIT! HOW DARE YOU—”

“ENOUGH!”

The officer barked and smacked the back of Yuuto’s head.

“You have the right to remain silent. Exercise it.”

The teacher eased up as Yuuto recoiled slightly from the hit.

He chuckled to himself.

‘Heh. Yeah… That’s all you’ve got left, huh? Taunts.’

‘You know it’s over, you smug little freak. Your end’s coming.’

‘And I’ll be right here to watch it.’

He turned to Yuuto’s mother with a sudden shift in tone—soft, practiced, sympathetic.

“A-Ah… I’m truly sorry, miss. It seems… I’ve failed as his educator.”

He extended a hand again, gently reaching for her shoulder.

“I only want what’s best for your son. I bear no ill will—”

She recoiled on instinct, brushing his hand away—not violently, but firmly.

“I… Let’s just follow the officers, okay?”

Her voice was weak. Her smile even weaker.

Face pale, she walked past him without waiting.

They made their way to Yuuto’s room.

The boy kept his head down as the officers moved quickly, methodically.

His computer.

His phone.

His drawers.

Old SD cards, flash drives—every hidden compartment they could find.

Yuuto stood quietly with his backpack hanging off his cuffed wrists.

The teacher lingered just outside the doorway, pretending not to listen.

Yuuto glanced sideways at his mother, then at the officers.

“…Mom,” he said, voice low.

“Do you really believe I did something like this?”

Her breath stilled as she watched them search his room.

She looked at the officers.

“…No boy should have his privacy compromised,” she let out. “But Yuuto. You did it, didn’t you? If you admit it, maybe you’ll get a lighter sentence.”

“So, you do believe it?” he asked flatly.

“…I believe,” she breathed as she looked straight, “That a teacher wouldn’t call the police on you for no reason. That you’re a little confused, and need guidance… And… That I’m not fit for such guidance.”

“I’m… sorry, Yuuto. I’ve failed you as your mother.”

Yuuto looked down, a subtle sigh.

‘…Yeah. Figured as much.’

They both looked down, unable to meet each other’s gaze.

‘…So why does it still feel like shit hearing her say that?’

He thought to himself.

‘I knew she’d say it, after all.’

A few minutes later.

“…Nothing. Just normal stuff. There’s still a receipt for buying a camera. That’s the one we confiscated last time, right?” one of the police officers called out.

The mother gulped.

“Yes…”

“…Look in his credit card history,” one of the cops said. Then, glancing at Yuuto:

“Sorry, kid. That’s what past felons get.”

Yuuto didn’t respond.

His mother hugged herself tightly.

They were going to find something.

Outside the door, the teacher quietly called Yuuno.

“Alright. Now.”

A knock echoed through the door moments later.

“You’re… the police, right!?” a voice called out, rushed and trembling.

The two officers and Yuuto turned toward the hallway.

His mother joined them.

“I’m sorry…!!” the boy gasped as he stumbled in through the door—on his knees.

Yuuno.

“I saw the cars here, and I had to come immediately…” he breathed.

“Slow down, son. What’s the matter?” one of them asked, stepping forward.

“He…” he breathed, looking at Yuuto. “He’s planning to attack my sister!” He pointed directly at him.

Yuuto sighed, eyes falling to the floor in quiet defeat.

“Young man,” one of the officers said, tone firm, “That is a serious accusation. Do you have any proof?”

“Y-… Yes… I…” Yuuno stammered, trying to look frantic. “I really didn’t mean to—It was open, and I just happened to see it…! A notebook! In his backpack!”

He widened his eyes, looking at the bag Yuuto was carrying.

Yuuto’s eyes snapped open, stunned.

“There’s nothing in my backpack! What are you talking about!?” he cried, voice rising in alarm—a reaction too genuine to fake.

His mother gasped. Her brows furrowed.

‘Ahhhhh… Gotcha~… Yuu-kun.’

Yuuno thought to himself with an inner smirk.

‘There wasn’t just stuff about my sister… I skimmed through, but I saw it—notes about blackmailing the teacher too. This… this is your end.’

Without warning, Yuuno lunged forward, slamming Yuuto to the ground. Yuuto’s mother gasped.

“YUUTO!” She shouted.

“YOUNG MAN!! STOP!!” one of the officers shouted as Yuuno tore the backpack from Yuuto’s arms, violently dumping its contents across the floor.

A thin black notebook slid out and landed with a dull thud.

The label read: PLAN OF ATTACK

‘THERE IT IS!!!’

Yuuno thought, almost licking his lips in satisfaction as he kept Yuuto pinned.

Yuuto didn’t resist.

“ENOUGH!!” one of the officers barked, grabbing Yuuno by the shoulder and yanking him back.

But in that instant, Yuuno twisted just enough to snatch the notebook off the floor.

“NO…!!! DON’T—DON’T LOOK IN THERE! THERE’S NOTHING!” Yuuto shouted in desperation.

“There’s just manga drawings…!! PLEASE!!” he begged, voice cracking.

Yuuno held up the notebook like a trophy, waving it in front of Yuuto’s mother and the police.

Behind the door, the teacher watched through the gap, a slow grin spreading across his face.

He smirked in the shadows.

‘Heh. Beautiful. You’re done, brat.’

Yuuto’s mother looked down at him—her son, on the floor, handcuffed, pleading.

“Oh…” she whispered, heart trembling.

“Yuuto… Why… Why are you doing this to me..? Please… Just stay quiet… Don’t make it worse.”

“MOM!” he screamed, eyes wild.

“Please, don’t look at it! It’s not what you think!”

“BE SILENT!”The officer barked, snatching the notebook out of Yuuno’s hands.

He flipped it open immediately, eyes narrowing as he began skimming through it.

Page by page.

Word by word.

‘It’s over…’ Yuuno thought, his confidence surging.

‘Now to watch her cry. Watch him break. Watch it all end…. Haah… How sweet. I’ve enjoyed playing with you, Yuu-kun~.’

Yuuto’s mother collapsed to her knees.

One hand covered her mouth.

Tears welled in her eyes as Yuuto said nothing. Silent. Still.

“I’m sorry, miss,” Yuuno said gently, his voice soft, almost remorseful.

“I didn’t mean for it to come to this—”

But his words were cut short by the sound of a sigh.

A long, tired sigh from the officer reading the notebook.

“…”

He turned to his partner.

“Come take a look at this.”

‘…?’ Yuuno blinked, confused.

He stepped closer, watching the officers slowly shake their heads.

One of them even facepalmed.

Yuuto’s mother stared at them, lips trembling, lost.

‘…Something’s wrong…’

The teacher narrowed his eyes, watching through the crack in the doorway.

‘What the hell is going on…?’

The officers looked between each other… then down at Yuuto—still lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling with a lifeless gaze.

No fear or tension. Just cold silence.

“…” One of them stepped forward, kneeling beside Yuuto as he pulled out the keys to the cuffs.

“…Kid, can you sit up, please?” The officer asked gently.

His mother gasped as Yuuno went pale.

Something was very, very wrong.

“…Kid?” The officer repeated. Not rushing or urging.

Yuuto pursed his lips and swallowed, sniffing once—barely.

“It’s alright,” the officer said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“…E…eh…?” His mother’s voice cracked as she watched, completely bewildered as Yuuto slowly sat up, keeping his eyes lowered, made sure no one could see his face.

The officer knelt behind him and removed the cuffs without a word; the sound of the metal unclicking felt like thunder in the silence.

The officer then stood up slowly and backed away.

“WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM GO!! YOU SAW IT, RIGHT?!” Yuuno shouted, voice cracking as he pointed frantically toward the boy on the floor.

One of the officers quietly handed the PLAN OF ATTACK notebook to Yuuto’s mother.

“You should… trust your son a little, miss,” he said with a sigh.

Yuuto’s mother took the notebook with trembling hands.

She looked down.

Her eyes scanned the first page.

They widened. Her face went pale as she saw the contents.

PLANS OF ATTACK:

1. [STALL MOM]

2. [MAKE RICE CURRY BEFORE SHE GETS HOME]

3. [WASH THE DISHES BEFORE SHE FINISHES HER MEAL]

‘W..What..?’ She gasped, flipping another page.

1. [SHOW UP TO HER WORK UNEXPECTEDLY, SAY I LOVE YOU]

2. [BUY FLOWERS]

3. [TAKE OUT THE TRASH]

4. [ASK THE STORE MANAGER AGAIN FOR A JOB]

5. [USE JOB MONEY TO HELP WITH GROCERIES AND SHOPPING]

6. [USE LEFTOVER MONEY TO BUY HER A GIFT]

7. [SHE LIKES STUFFED TOYS <3]

Her hands shook and the notebook slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor with a dull clack.

She didn’t chase after it.

She just stared.

Frozen.

“Since he harassed your sister, I understand,” one officer said to Yuuno, “but this… this is a serious offense.” He pulled out his cuffs.

“You’re coming with us to the precinct.”

Yuuno’s eyes widened as he felt the officer’s voice sharpen. “As well as your teacher. I’m curious what exactly he claimed that he was filmed doing—considering there’s no evidence of a camera anywhere. Not on his debit card, not on his mother’s, not in this house. No footage. No files.” He let out, staring Yuuno down.

A full beat of silence.

“WAIT A MINUTE!!! THIS… THIS WAS THE NOTEBOOK, I SWEAR!!!” Yuuno screamed, pointing in panic. “He had plans here to attack me, my sister, my best friend—!”

“Officer,” Yuuto said suddenly.

Quiet. Calm.

Everyone turned to look at him. He kept his head lowered and hidden away from view.

“Just… take me to juvie,” he rasped. His voice was hoarse, low.

“I did something terrible to his sister, just like he said. And… if I were him, I wouldn’t forgive me either.” He admitted as his shoulders dropped. “And if you take me away… my mom’s life will get a little easier too.“

A sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her hand reached toward him—but didn’t move. She couldn’t find it in her to place her hand on him.

“I’m a failure as a son,” he added softly.

‘YOU…!!!!!’ Yuuno’s jaw tightened.

His teeth grit as his body trembled.

‘YOU BASTARD…!!!!!’

‘YOU… YOU PLANNED THIS…!!!!!!!!!!!’

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Yuuno couldn’t help himself, and lunged at Yuuto.

But one of the officers immediately stepped between them, arm raised.

“IF YOU HURT HER—YOU’RE DEAD!! YOU HEAR ME!? DEAD!!” The officer shoved him back, locked his arms, and pinned him.

“You take the other one,” he said to his partner, nodding toward the door.

The other officer nodded, guiding the dazed teacher out. And soon enough, they all left.

The house grew quiet.

Now… it was only Yuuto and his mother.

“Y-Yuuto…” Her voice cracked. The words stumbled from her lips. “A-Are you hung—”

But Yuuto was already on his feet.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said quietly; his eyes refusing to meet hers, “I… I need some air.” His voice rasped as he wore a weak, forced smile.

He turned and left the room.

“I… I’m… I’m… s-sorry…!” she called out, but the door was already closed.

She collapsed in place, wanting to run after him—more than anything – but her legs wouldn’t move.

She couldn’t get up.

As for Yuuto…

He stepped out into the late afternoon air. The cuffs were gone. His hands were free.

And his eyes—cold and steady—held nothing but grim satisfaction.

He looked toward his path with a subtle, wicked smirk.

‘Eat shit, blonde dirtbag,’ he thought to himself.

And walked away. ‘Now…’ He sighed.

‘To destroy him.’

RECAP:

Yuuno, the school bully, falsely accused Yuuto of sexually harassing Yuuno’s sister. The rumor spread, and both Yuuto’s mother and his own sister, Yuka, believed the lie—cutting him off emotionally and socially.

Now determined to destroy Yuuno, Yuuto rebuilds his life with cold precision: He wins back his mother’s trust, gains the support of a teacher, and carefully plots his revenge. But after a painful conversation with Yuka, he accepts a bitter truth—she still sees him as guilty. She offers no sympathy, no belief, and no redemption.

“…Hey,” Yuuno muttered, phone to his ear as he walked beside Yuka toward school. “Are you alright?”

“Yes… I’m going to the movies. It’s Thursday, you know.” Her voice was soft, almost cheerful.

“And after that?”

“Home.”

“Good girl,” he said with a satisfied smile. “I love you.”

“…I love you too, Nii.” She murmured before the call ended.

Yuka chuckled beside him. “Aren’t you a doting brother?”

“Ahh…” Yuuno scratched his neck, a wry grin on his lips. “You don’t even know.”

His smirk lingered as his mind drifted to just a few days earlier.

They were alone at home. He remembered sitting beside her on the couch, gently holding her hand.

“Thanks, sis. I knew I could count on you.”

“That… That bastard dared to mess with you, Nii.” Her voice had trembled with restrained rage. “I wasn’t going to stay silent. A piece of shit like him… deserves to burn.” Her eyes had hardened, empty and focused.

She looked down then, voice barely a whisper. “Nii… When are you going to stop seeing that… that whore?”

Yuuno had chuckled, leaning in close, teasing.

“Are you jealous…?” he whispered against her ear.

“You know I am… The thought of you being with someone else…” Her voice cracked. “It hurts.”

He tilted her chin toward him, gaze locked.

“Ami,” he said gently. “I promised, didn’t I? To marry you. There’s a reason God made us not related by blood. This girl? She’s just a toy. Already used up.”

Her eyes shimmered. “Nii… do you mean that? Do you… love me?”

“More than the world,” he whispered.

Their lips met. He climbed over her slowly, intimately, his voice still in her ear—

“You’re the only one I’ll ever belong to.”

—— PRESENT ———

“Yeah, me and Ami are super close, senpai,” Yuuno said with a smile.

“I see…” she murmured, leaning in, nestling herself deeper into his arms.

He clicked his tongue—quiet enough that she wouldn’t notice.

‘She’s fun to fuck. That’s all she is. A breathing toy.’His smile twitched into a brief grimace.

‘Don’t worry, Ami. I’ll be with you soon… Just you.’

Yuuno glanced toward the school gate. There, his best friend stood waiting.

“Oh, Yochan,” he called out, nodding. They greeted each other with a casual bro hug before walking off together.

Meanwhile, Yuuto stood at a distance, unnoticed. Scribbling into a small notebook.

‘Same guy waits for him every day. Talks to him more than anyone else… even more than my airheaded sister…’

‘Best friend: Yochan.’

‘Close to his sister…’

He paused. Then wrote the next line carefully:

‘…Just how close?’

And below it, in bold strokes, he circled a final line:

‘…Tight enough to exploit?’

Later, as school ended, Yuuto remained quiet. The homeroom teacher had treated him well all day. Polite. Even.

But Yuuto had no idea.

No idea what was coming.

‘Just you wait, you little shit…’ the teacher seethed.

‘Think you can play the genius and humiliate your elders? This isn’t some goddamn manga. You’ll regret ever crossing me.’

His jaw tightened. He almost bit through his teeth.

School ended.

Yuuto walked home.

His gaze sharpened.

‘…A police car?’ he thought, spotting it parked by the gate.

Two officers stood outside, knocking on the front door.

Behind them… stood the homeroom teacher.

“Uhm… Officers?” Yuuto asked as he stepped into the yard, school bag slung over his back. His face a mask of innocence.

“Do you need something?”

The homeroom teacher snapped, pointing directly at Yuuto.

“THAT’S HIM! THAT’S THE LITTLE CRIMINAL! HE BROKE INTO MY HOUSE!” he shouted.

“H-huh…?” Yuuto tilted his head, eyes wide in confusion. “What are—”

“SHUT IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” the teacher barked, storming past the police officers. “They’re going to search your whole fucking house! Your email, your computer—EVERY. FUCKING. THING!”

One of the officers stepped forward, eyeing Yuuto with thinly veiled disdain.

“Is this true, young man?”

“I… I don’t know what he’s talking about…” Yuuto muttered, his expression tightening with visible concern.

‘Heh… Got you, you little shit…! I might go down if they see those photos, but you’re the one going to juvie…! I don’t care anymore—as long as you suffer!’

The teacher grinned to himself, rage gleaming in his eyes.

Then—the door creaked open behind them.

“P-police officers? Mr. Teacher? W-what’s going on?” Yuuto’s mother asked, her voice shaking as she stepped outside, startled by the sight.

An officer turned to her calmly.

“Ma’am, we have reason to believe your son broke into this man’s residence and recorded him without consent.”

“What…!?” she gasped, hand rising to her chest.

“M-mom, I didn’t—”

“SHUT IT, YOU BRAT!!” the teacher roared, his face contorted with fury. “If it were up to me, I would’ve beaten you bloody to set you straight! But I’m an upstanding citizen! I trust our judicial system to deliver justice!”

Yuuto’s mother flinched at his outburst.

‘To see the teacher this angry… No…’

She gripped her arm tightly, recalling Yuuto’s kindness—how he’d hugged her, reassured her, helped her through hard times recently – the promises he made.

‘No… was it all a lie…?’

Her lips trembled. Her heart pounded.

And from a shadowed corner of the street, out of sight…

Yuuno watched. Smirking.

‘What luck. Maybe I’ll get to fuck your hot mommy after all. To think something like this would just fall into place…’

———— FLASHBACK ————

“If you make his life a living hell outside of school, I’ll personally pay you,” the teacher said, stepping closer to Yuuno.

Yuuno tilted his head.

“What happened, Teacher?”

The teacher hesitated, then scoffed.

“…That… that bastard. Forget it. We may have a good relationship, but there’s no need to involve you.”

“I insist,” Yuuno replied with a polite smile. “Who knows? I might be able to help…”

A pause.

Then, the teacher leaned in, his voice strained. “He filmed me. Doing something. That bastard has something on me.”

“Did he now…?” Yuuno scratched his chin, voice calm.

“You don’t need to tell me what you were doing, but let me ask—did he just say he filmed you, or was there an actual camera? Is this just his word, or was there real evidence?”

“NO! THERE WAS CLEARLY A CAMERA!” the teacher snapped.

“He broke into my house and made sure I’d see it! So I’d have no doubt! He definitely filmed me!”

Yuuno’s gaze sharpened.

“Hmm… Seeing as he’s done this before, I don’t doubt it.”

He paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“If he’s got you on a leash…”

His eyes narrowed.

“…Then he’s planning something.”

He folded his arms, tone low and strategic.

“Here’s what you should do: call the police. That footage has to be somewhere—his home, his email, a drive. Don’t worry about your end. The law will first come after him for breaking into your house. Legally, he crossed the line on speculation. And you can plead with the police not to… release what you were doing.”

The teacher swallowed hard.

“I… I see… BUT H-HE COULD’VE HIDDEN IT ELSEWHERE…!!”

“…Indeed. No, you’re right. We have to be careful,” Yuuno nodded, voice now lower.

“Leave it to me. I’ll check his bag. There’s bound to be something there.”

“D-DON’T GET CAUGHT…!!” the teacher blurted, gripping Yuuno’s sleeve.

“Who do you take me for, teacher?” He said with a smile, gently guiding his grip off of him.

Shortly after, as the day began, Yuuto left his bag in the classroom and walked out for lunch.

Yuuno stood near the desk, eyeing it.

‘Careless… Yuuto-kun.’

He approached, opening the bag calmly, eyes scanning. Then—he spotted it.

‘Oh…? What’s this?’

The title on the notebook read:

“PLAN OF ATTACK.”

‘That’s definitely bait.’

Yuuno quickly checked his surroundings. After confirming no one was watching, he opened the notebook.

‘Or… Not.’

His eyes widened.

[NAME: YUUNO. BEST FRIEND: YOCHAN.]

[Has a tight relationship with his sister. Exploitable.]

His fingers clenched around the paper.

‘You were planning…’

‘To hurt… Ami…!?’

His eyes burned.

He slowly closed the notebook and slid it back inside the bag with care.

‘…Very well, Yuuto-kun.’

‘I’ll enjoy watching you fall into despair.’

He stepped away and pulled out his phone, calling the teacher.

“There’s something we can use,” he said. “Call the police. It’s time.”

‘So, let’s review my enemy here.’ Yuuto thought as he walked to school.

‘A socially popular sadist. He gets joy out of people suffering, and loves inflicting pain to satisfy his personal goals.’ He thought as he walked past the gate.

“Look… It’s that fucker, Yuuto…” Students murmured amongst themselves.

‘Fucking my sister wasn’t really because he was into her more than he was into making me feel powerless before him. He’s smart, and socially intelligent. But his weakness is his overindulgence and, more than ANYTHING, underestimating ME. ME… though, the last one likely lessened. Another weakness is his need to be in control of everything. That’s what I’ll use against him.’ Yuuto thought as he scanned his surroundings, ignoring everyone’s malicious and mocking gazes.

‘He’s not here. Meaning, he’s probably with my sister… But that’s not his only goal. He wants to fuck my mom, using her weak mental state to try and seduce her…’ Yuuto thought as he smirked.

‘He’s in for a surprise.’

——————–

“So… how come a beautiful woman like you is still alone?”

Yuuno’s voice was casual, his smile effortless as he leaned against the counter.

Naoko, busy at the stove, let out a soft giggle. “My… calling me beautiful? Aren’t you bold.”

“Well, I guess now I know where Yuka got her beauty from. Something to look forward to, huh?” He grinned.

‘Hmph. What an easy target.’ Yuuno’s eyes gleamed as he studied her—the telltale signs of self-neglect, the quiet resignation of a woman who had given everything and received nothing in return.

‘Tsk, tsk, tsk, Yuuto-chan… what are you making me do? Handing me such a nice little prey just because you’re weak? A woman like this… she’s starving for gratitude. For relief.’

His fingers moved. A gentle touch, palm resting on her shoulder.

Naoko stiffened.

“I think you really deserve some praise,” he murmured, his voice lowering slightly. “I’m sorry your son doesn’t know how to appreciate you properly.”

‘I’ll be that relief for her. She won’t be able to resist. A woman this exhausted—she’ll melt in no time. I’ll fuck her brains out before she even reali—’

“Aren’t you going too far?”

Her voice cut through his thoughts like ice.

She had already stepped away, her gaze steady, almost stern.

Yuuno’s smirk flickered. “H-… huh…?” His body instinctively shifted back.

Naoko’s expression remained calm, but there was a weight behind her words.

“I’m sorry my son caused you and your sweet sister such grief… I don’t excuse his behavior. But please, refrain from speaking about him like that behind his back. You have no right.”

Yuuno’s fingers twitched. “I… I was just… You know… trying to… assure you—”

“Telling me my son doesn’t appreciate me isn’t assurance, young man. It’s an insult. To him. And to me as a mother.” She protested firmly.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!?!?’ Yuuno’s mind screamed.

His eyes darted toward her, searching for weakness—but instead, she narrowed her gaze.

Then, almost unconsciously, she took another step back.

‘This boy… is trying something on me.’

Her mind snapped back to the night before—the way Yuuto hugged her, the warmth in his voice, the way he had held her, assured her, kissed her good day before leaving for school.

It clicked.

‘Don’t worry, Yuuto. Your mom isn’t stupid.’ She bit her inner lip.

‘I promised you, didn’t I? I’ll never leave you alone.’

And now, that promise felt even heavier.

‘I almost sent him away. I need to make amends for that, too.’

She straightened, her voice soft but firm. “… Please, head upstairs, Yuuno-kun. I’ll call you both when breakfast is ready.”

Yuuno stiffened. His fingers curled into a fist at his side. “I… Uh…” He forced out a smile.

“I’ll help you with breakfast! You must be tired, right?”

“I’m fine. It’s almost ready anyway, but thank you for the offer.”

She turned back to the stove, her movements deliberate. “Yuuto already helped me chop all the vegetables before he left, so from here, it’s just cooking. I don’t need help for that.”

‘WHAT!? WHAT…!? THAT CLUELESS WEAKLING!?!’

Yuuno’s pupils shrank. His entire body went rigid.

‘No. That… He…’

His throat dried as he swallowed. He remembered the cameras. The footage.

Yuuto wasn’t just acting out. He had planned something. He had thought ahead.

‘…You’ve smartened up a little, haven’t you… you weakling bastard.’

His fingers curled into a fist at his side.

‘She shouldn’t have acted like that. Not on her own. So you must have done something…’

His breath hitched, his teeth clenched.

‘You BASTARD… YOU BASTARD… I’LL SHOW YOU. I’ll ENJOY breaking you.’

Yuuno forced a chuckle. “Ah… Haha… Okay… I’ll… I’ll go and see Yuka…”

He turned toward the stairs—but his steps were just a little slower.

Because he knew it.

‘But shit… that whore saw through it. DAMN IT.’

His mind raced. Naoko resisting him wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t even an option.

‘Hah… Haha… whatever. He still has his sister.’

A twisted grin crept across his face as he adjusted his collar. ‘Right… I can still use her…!!’

His stride regained confidence as he pushed open the bathroom door.

“Yuuno!? I’m still showering…!!”

Yuka’s voice carried a hint of panic and excitement as she instinctively wrapped her arms around her body, pressing herself against the cold tile.

Yuuno stepped in without hesitation.

“I just missed you, senpai~”

His hands were already on her, trailing over her wet skin, squeezing, claiming.

‘That’s right… I still have this bitch. And every bitch in school. Doesn’t matter what Yuuto pulls—I’ll just pin something else on him. Tear his name apart. Ruin him. This isn’t over…’

“…Is what he’s probably thinking.”

Yuuto smirked to himself.

‘Naoko is a mature, beautiful woman,’ he mused. ‘She’s been hit on plenty of times, no doubt. That’s why she’s no stranger to manipulation or seduction. And that’s exactly why—if she’s reinvigorated, acknowledged properly—she’d never fall for that low-tier rizz of yours. I made sure of that. Don’t underestimate mature women…’

His smirk deepened. Then—his lips parted slightly.

Yuuto began to drool as he stepped through the classroom door.

‘MILFs are the fucking best.’

His eyes drifted to his seat. Dirty. Smudged with grime. Snickers echoed from his classmates.

‘…And now, it’s time for my SECOND win this morning.’

He strode forward, passing the teacher—who stiffened the moment Yuuto entered his proximity.

“Look, even the teacher doesn’t respond…”

“Everyone hates him… what a fucker. Serves him right.”

Yuuto stopped. Trash piled on his seat. Torn paper. Scribbled insults. A broken leg.

He inhaled confidently, then—he spoke.

“Teacher. The classroom messed up my seat. I can’t sit here.”

The room froze.

“Oh shit, he’s suicidal today, huh?”

“He’s finally gonna snap.”

“The teacher’s about to expel him!”

“It’s finally OVER!” Their snickering grew louder—until the teacher’s voice exploded through the room.

“WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THIS TO SAKURAI’S SEAT!?” He stormed toward Yuuto’s desk, his footsteps heavy.

The class fell silent.

“What!?” Eyes widened. Jaws dropped.

“Did… did we hear that right…?”

“UNBELIEVABLE!!” The teacher’s rage rattled the walls.

“TO THINK YOU’D DO THIS TO A FELLOW CLASSMATE! I HAD NO IDEA I WAS RAISING A BUNCH OF MISCREANTS IN THIS CLASSROOM!! AND HEARING YOU ALL SNICKER ABOUT IT… YOU’RE GUILTY, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT!”

A heavy dread sank into the students’ chests. They looked at each other.

Confused. Panicked; this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“I believe it’s time for some collective punishment…!” The teacher’s voice trembled. He looked angry.

But that wasn’t anger.

That was fear.

A fear born from the student standing beside him.

Yuuto Sakurai.

Yuuto tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp.

‘Good dog… doing as he’s told.’

His eyes gleamed. The teacher, mid-breath, caught sight of them—and flinched.

He gulped.

‘That kid…’

His hands clenched into trembling fists.

‘He’s the devil incarnate…!!’

He remembered last night.

And he was terrified.

—– LAST NIGHT —–

“Aaaaand, snap, snap, snap~”

Yuuto’s voice was almost sing-song as he clicked the camera.

The teacher’s face twisted in rage and panic.

“YOU FUCKER, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!!” He lunged, fumbling with his pants, abandoning any pretense as he sprinted straight for Yuuto.

Yuuto could have dodged.

‘But where’s the fun in that?’ He smirked. And let it happen.

The teacher’s bulk slammed into him, shoving him hard against the wall. The impact sent his phone flying and it clattered onto the floor.

The teacher’s fingers dug into Yuuto’s shirt, his breath heavy, reeking of sweat and whiskey.

“Caught you… you little fucker…” His voice dripped with victory. “You’re DONE FOR now. Breaking into a teacher’s house…!!”

“Oh?” Yuuto tilted his head slightly, eyeing the teacher’s grip. “So you’re going to call the police now?”

His tone was calm. Almost amused as he looked over to the stolen high-school girls’ bathing suits in the teacher’s house.

The teacher flinched.

“F… Fucking bet I am.” His fingers twitched, “They’ve got no reason to search for anything here. No reason to believe a little delinquent like you.”

A grin spread across his face.

“You forgot, didn’t you? You’re just a scumbag kid who assaulted an innocent girl. Whatever you say would get dismissed on the spot.” His fist curled at his side. “And since you broke into my house… well, they won’t mind if I beat some sense into you.”

“W-what..!?” Yuuto’s eyes widened in disbelief. His breath hitched.

The teacher’s grin stretched wider.

“What? Thought you could actually pull something off by coming here?” His grip tightened.

“You just signed your death warrant. Now they’ll send you to rot in some juvenile prison… And I get to fuck your hot mom.”

“B-… BUT!” Yuuto’s breath stuttered. His fingers twitched toward the floor. “I HAVE PHOTOS!”

His head snapped toward his fallen phone as his lips stretched into a frantic, desperate smile.

“H-HAHA! IN THAT PHONE, OVER THERE!”

He pointed at the phone that the teacher knocked out of his grasp.

The teacher scoffed. “Tch.” He shoved Yuuto aside and walked toward the fallen phone, picking it up with deliberate ease. With a smirk, he removed the SIM card and SD card, rolling them between his fingers.

“You must think I’m some clueless old man,” he said, crushing the tiny chips between his fingers and letting the fragments fall to the floor.

“You wanted me to destroy the phone itself, didn’t you? But I know what actually matters.”

He straightened, taking a slow step toward Yuuto, his fist clenching at his side.

“No more evidence. Your life is finished.”

Yuuto remained still, his head slightly bowed, his expression unreadable.

“I… I see…” he murmured.

His voice was quiet, almost subdued. Then his shoulders trembled—not with fear, but with laughter. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, barely restrained.

“But…” Yuuto exhaled shakily, struggling to contain his amusement. Then, in a sudden movement, he lifted his head, his grin stretching wide, manic and triumphant.

“WHAT WILL YOU DO ABOUT THE SECOND ONE, DEAR TEACHER?”

The teacher froze mid-step, his breath hitching and his hands clenching involuntarily.

“Y-… YOU’RE BLUFFING…!!” he snapped. “THERE IS NO SECOND PHONE! I KNOW YOUR FAMILY—YOU’RE MIDDLE-CLASS! YOU COULDN’T AFFORD—”

Yuuto tilted his head slightly, and the teacher’s gaze followed instinctively. Then he saw it – outside the window, a dark camera perched on a tripod.

The teacher’s face drained of color as his body stiffened, and Yuuto simply smiled.

“Correct. No phone. But a camera with audio, livestreaming directly to my email storage,” he said, pulling a small speaker from beneath his clothes.

The teacher’s breath caught. “What… NO… YOU… YOU FUCK—”

Yuuto let out a quiet chuckle. “Oh wow, teacher… Masturbating over minors. Stealing students’ bathing suits…” He took a deliberate step forward, and the teacher instinctively stepped back.

“Swearing at a minor. Destroying his phone. Threatening him after he exposed your crimes…” Yuuto smirked, watching the man crumble before him. “Hah. Prisoners would love your fat ass.”

The teacher’s legs gave out as he collapsed onto the floor, his body trembling, his wide eyes locked onto Yuuto.

Shaking.

Helpless.

“You… YOU’RE ALSO IN THE FOOTAGE— BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE! THEY’LL PROSECUTE YOU TOO!” he shouted desperately.

Yuuto tilted his head slightly. “Huh, that’s true…” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement, but then his expression flattened. “But I can just cut the video.”

He took a slow step forward, his presence suffocating. “What? You think I’m some clueless teen? You really expected me to upload the footage unedited?”

The teacher flinched, his breath coming in short gasps.

“THAT’S… YOU FUCKER… THAT’S A CRIME!” he blurted out, grasping at anything to regain control.

Yuuto nodded, his voice calm. “That’s true,” his smirk widened, “But your reputation will plummet so hard, no one will believe there’s more to the story.”

His gaze darkened, the amusement in his voice thinning into something more dangerous. “My, my… what an impasse.”

He crouched slightly, locking eyes with the trembling man. “What are you going to do to make sure I won’t release it, I wonder…?”

The teacher’s breath hitched as his mind raced.

‘Who… WHO IS HE!?!? THIS… THIS ISN’T THAT WIMP YUUTO…!!! WHO IS THIS… THIS DEVIL!?!?’

For a brief moment, he swore he saw horns flickering from Yuuto’s forehead, a cruel trick of the light that sent a violent shudder through his spine.

Yuuto straightened, his presence towering over the man like a shadow swallowing him whole.

“So, teacher…” he said smoothly, his voice a blade to the throat. “Let’s talk about what we can do for each other.”

The Next Day

The teacher bit his lip as he sat in class, watching as students brought in a new desk and chair for Yuuto.

Yuuto leaned back against the wall, exhaling in satisfaction.

‘Haah… it’s good to be God.’ He tapped his fingers against his sweater as he folded his arms, his gaze briefly flickering toward the teacher, who refused to meet his eyes.

‘You were right about one thing, though, teacher.’

He smirked.

‘I never had the money for a second phone. Or a camera.’

After they brought him a new desk and he settled in, his fingers trailed lazily over the desk as he recalled the old, discarded tripod and the broken camera he pulled from a nearby dumpster.

‘Anyone familiar with cameras would notice that a real recording device has a constantly flickering red laser while filming…’ He tilted his head slightly, observing the teacher’s hunched posture.

‘I guess I counted on you being a brainless ape. Oh well… it worked out.’

Yuuto shrugged as he played with his sweater lace – what he made the teacher believe was a microphone.

‘Hmph.’

It was night. The stars had just begun to dot the sky.

“I just… I have no idea why he’d do something like this. I’m… so, so sorry,” Yuuto’s sister bowed deeply to Yuuno’s younger sister, her voice heavy with regret.

“It… It’s fine… Miss Sakurai,” Yuuno’s sister murmured, her voice timid as she shyly looked away.

“Call me Yuka!” she said with a cheerful smile, trying to lighten the mood.

‘Really… That stupid brother of mine. Why… just why would he do something like this?’ Yuka thought, frustration bubbling under the surface as she clenched her thighs together.

She felt something wet slide down her vaginal canal, staining her panties. A blush crept up her cheeks as she stole a quick glance at Yuuno, only for her thoughts to be interrupted.

“You better leave, senpai~,” Yuuno said with a teasing tone, snapping her out of her daze. She blinked and bowed once more, his words laced with subtle dismissal. “You don’t want to keep your mother waiting, do you?”

A moment passed, and Yuka found herself walking home under the streetlights, their glow casting long shadows on the ground.

‘They’re so kind… Just… why? If you were so bothered with me and Yuuno, why didn’t you just tell me? To get him to hit you like he used to… for something like this?’ Her teeth clenched as anger twisted in her chest. Her fists tightened at her sides as she neared her house.

Just then, Yuuto slipped out through a window.

‘Now… time to secure the other “ally” I intended to get first,’ he thought, landing lightly on the cold grass. He emerged from the yard onto the empty street, his mind focused on the address he had seen on his homeroom teacher’s ID card.

Rising to his full height with confidence, Yuuto strode forward—but then a silhouette caught his attention under the streetlight.

“Yuuto…?” the voice called out, soft yet distinct. The figure stepped closer, catching him mid-step.

Yuuto froze in place, an annoyed grimace settling on his face.

“What?” he asked curtly, his tone impatient.

The sharpness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Yuka narrowed her eyes, irritation flashing across her face.

‘Well, she was bound to leave his place eventually,’ Yuuto thought, suppressing a sigh.

‘I figured she’d stay until tomorrow, but I guess that bastard knows how to reel a fish properly.’

“Don’t talk to me like that!” Yuka yelled, glaring at Yuuto as he turned his back to her.

“You think you can act however you want without thinking about other people!?” Her voice rose, nearly roaring, as an image of Yuuno’s sister flashed in her mind.

‘She was such a gentle kid… To think he was capable of doing something like this. And now this behavior…’

“Where are you going at this time!?” she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.

“…”

Yuuto stayed silent.

Inhale.

Exhale.

‘You know what? I guess I can delay my plans a little,’ Yuuto thought, a sly smirk creeping onto his lips as he turned to face her, though a pang of irritation tightened in his chest, threatening to betray him.

“I’m going to rape that girl again, obviously,” he said casually, the words dripping with mockery.

“Then, I’ll make him beat me up again, but this time, I’ll make it more believable.”

Yuka froze, stepping back in confusion as the confidence in his voice and the smirk on his face made her anger falter.

“D-Don’t FUCK with me! What are you actually doing outside this tim—”

“What?” Yuuto interrupted, his tone sharp.

“Is that not believable coming from my lips?” He began to strut toward her, his gaze piercing.

“Do you need your boyfriend to say it for it to sound credible, sis?”

‘W-what… The… Since when has he been this… forward?!’ Yuka thought, her mind reeling. His confident posture, the straightness of his back, the sheer disdain in his eyes—it all felt alien, like someone else stood before her.

But that only deepened her suspicion.

“You…!! Yuuno did nothing wrong!” she snapped, looking away, her voice shaking.

“You acting like this… It just confirms it. Everything. Everything he said about you was true, wasn’t it?”

Yuuto flinched, his fists tightening at his sides, his knuckles cracking under the pressure.

“… Because he said it?” Yuuto murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

“BECAUSE HE HAD PROOF!” Yuka screamed, her anger boiling over as she slapped him hard across the face. Yuuto stood still, taking the blow in silence.

“You think I’d shout at my own brother? That I’d tell everyone what he told me because of a baseless accusation!? He showed me the texts… And then, the way his sister behaved… If you really looked at her that day, you’d realize she wasn’t lying. No one in that room lied, except YOU.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

“Now, let’s go back,” Yuka growled, grabbing Yuuto’s arm and yanking him toward their house.

“I’m not letting you out of my sigh—”

“So what you’re saying,” Yuuto interrupted firmly, applying just enough force to stop himself from being dragged along. His arm ached from resisting her grip—she was stronger—but he held his ground. Feeling his resistance, Yuka stopped in her tracks, her frustration evident.

“Because there was proof, you, Mother, and everyone else in that room believed him?” Yuuto asked, his tone low and biting.

“Yeah. It’s as clear as rain,” Yuka replied without hesitation, her tone resolute.

“I see,” Yuuto’s voice turned icy, his words slicing through the air.

“So, in the absence of proof, you wouldn’t even think about siding with your brother. Is that it? Without evidence, you wouldn’t dare believe a word I’d say, would you?” His glare pierced her, unrelenting.

Yuka’s eyes widened at the accusation.

“T-that…! You’re twisting my words, and you know it!” she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.

“Why do you antagonize me?! I’m on your side! But this behavior needs to be fixed, or you’ll grow up to be a horrible person! I’M YOUR SISTER.”

“Don’t you even dare say that.” Yuuto’s voice dropped into a sudden, guttural growl.

“What? That your behavior’s fucked up?” she retorted, her tone biting.

“No.” Yuuto paused, his expression unreadable, his gaze locked onto her.

“That you actually think you’re still my sister after…”

‘Stop,’ Yuuto commanded himself, forcing the words to trail off.

‘Look at her. Take in that angered expression—the complete lack of self-reflection,’ he thought, his gaze scanning her from head to toe. 

His eyes lingered briefly on her crotch before flicking away.

‘Smell it—the stench of his filth seeping from her, staining her undergarments.’

‘Do you really think you can convince her now?’ he asked himself, the thought heavy with resignation.

‘That anything you say will affect what she thinks about you in any way?’

‘That if you cry, wallop, scream, kick, and shout, she’ll suddenly realize what a brainless doll she’s become? Manipulation as deep as his can’t be undone in an instant,’ his inner voice cut sharply, his anger cooling into something far colder.

‘She’ll never admit she’s wrong—not like this. That bully played her perfectly, giving her everything she ever wanted: freedom, fun, and a life of carefree indulgence, free from any real responsibility.’

‘And you?’

He asked himself bitterly.

‘You’re nothing more than a threat to her carefree, worriless fun.’

‘An unwelcome reminder of responsibility she never asked for.’ 

‘A burden she’s forced to constantly deal with.’ 

‘A problem she wishes didn’t exist.’ 

‘A brother in name only.’ 

‘That’s what angers her—not what you allegedly did. Not even close.’

He exhaled deeply, his shoulders easing slightly as the cold realization settled over him.

‘Because humans are just that superficial and bland. Being a mass-murderer is nothing compared to ruining their life of indulgence.’ his thoughts continued, detached and cutting.

‘And her? She’s selfish to her very core—a person who prioritizes her own pleasure over the needs of her family.’

‘Despite how that’s just how humans are… a girl like her doesn’t deserve the title of sister.’

Yuuto’s gaze sharpened, his anger fading into an icy, unyielding contempt.

‘So don’t take her words to heart,’ he told himself.

‘They’re worth jack-squat anyway.’

“I take it back,” Yuuto said, his shoulders relaxing. “You were right.”

“…?” Yuka blinked, startled by his sudden calm.

“You were right all along.” He lowered his gaze, the intensity in his voice completely gone.

“I need to repent. But… it’s been a rough day. The other students weren’t exactly welcoming—not that I blame them,” he added with a weak shrug.

‘H-huh…?’ Yuka’s thoughts faltered as she felt her hostility dissolve into confusion, swept away by Yuuto’s lack of resistance.

“I just wanted to take a walk,” he continued, his voice soft, almost pleading. “Is that… really too much to ask?”

As the tension in the air dissipated, Yuka’s chest felt strangely hollow. Her eyes lingered on his face in the dim streetlight, noticing for the first time the faint red spot on his cheek.

“W-were… you beaten up, or something?” she asked, her voice uncertain, the words slipping out more from instinct than genuine concern.

“No, sis.” Yuuto smiled faintly. “I fell down some stairs.”

“A-ah… I see,” she murmured, scratching her head awkwardly.

“I still won’t forgive you for the shit you did,” she snapped suddenly, her tone sharp as if testing his reaction.

“I know. A reasonable person wouldn’t,” Yuuto replied evenly, his calm demeanor unshaken.

“….” She paused, her gaze lingering on his face a moment longer, as if searching for a reason to refuse his request—but finding none.

“Tsk. If you’re not back within the hour, I’ll discipline you myself,” Yuka muttered, clicking her tongue as she turned on her heel. Her footsteps echoed as she walked away, her irritation masking the strange, lingering unease in her chest.

‘Alright,’ Yuuto sighed, turning on his heel. ‘Now for the important stuff.’

A Few Minutes Later

A low, sinister snicker echoed through the dark apartment, bouncing off its grimy walls. The stench of rotting garbage hung heavy in the air, blending with the filth scattered across the wooden floor—stains of who-knows-what marking every corner.

The only source of light came from a small TV screen, flickering faintly in the gloom. Its glow was partially obstructed by a large, slouched figure seated directly in front of it.

The homeroom teacher.

His usual evening ritual was well underway—leering at stolen pictures of girls from the school where he taught, taken from the security cameras he’d tampered with. But tonight, his attention was focused elsewhere. On someone else.

“Holy shit… she’s so fucking hot,” he muttered, his voice thick with depravity.

The images weren’t explicit—just snapshots of a woman in everyday attire. Yet for him, they were more intoxicating than anything else he’d indulged in before.

“Ms. Sakurai… Soon,” he murmured, his breathing ragged, “when that garbage son of yours gets evicted… or better yet, kills himself… I’ll have you all to myself.”

His hand moved toward his lap as his fantasies spiraled further. “I honestly can’t wait…!! Fucking die. Die. Die. Die. Die… DIE!!” he chanted in a feverish crescendo, his strokes matching the rhythm of his cries.

And then, cutting through the scene, a voice spoke from the shadows, cool and mocking.

“Serizawa. Ayano. Hikari. Bianka… Oh, a Russian student? Didn’t know we had one.”

The teacher froze, his breath hitching in his throat. His blood turned cold as he whipped around, his chair screeching against the floor.

There, standing casually in the darkness, was a figure rifling through a pile of swimsuits strewn across the floor—swimsuits belonging to female high school athletes.

“You… YOU!!” the teacher stammered, his voice breaking as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The figure’s face came into view.

“SAKURAI!!”

Yuuto stepped forward, his expression calm.

“Evening, teacher,” he greeted. 

“My, you really are diligent about looking after the students’ clothes, aren’t you? Though…” Yuuto’s gaze swept over the man’s bloated form. “…even if you practiced for 20 years, you wouldn’t lose enough of that rotten fat to fit into them.”

The teacher’s face twisted in rage. “You… bastard!!”

‘Now that I’m calmer… Next up,’ Yuuto thought, stepping out of the bathroom. The hallway was empty, and he made sure to move quickly, his eyes locked straight ahead.

‘I need allies before I make any bold moves. I need a cushion to soften the blow when the next social hit comes. Right now, I’ve got nothing. Yuuno saw to that with his stunt. One life, and the whole damn world’s out to get me. It’s like a rhythm game—one wrong move and I’m done. I have to hit 1,000 perfect notes per second just to survive,’ Yuuto muttered in his head as a group of sneering kids walked past him, their laughter sharp and cutting.

‘I also need to keep the headcount low on who I hit next—at least for now. God knows I’d love to crack their teeth in, but three’s already a crowd. The three I wrecked in the bathroom are enough heat for now. If they all start blabbering about how I beat them, flashing their bruises around, it’ll look like bullshit thanks to my reputation. But if too many kids start pointing fingers, someone’s bound to connect the dots.’

His thoughts steeled, Yuuto pushed open the classroom door, stepping inside with a bold stride. His gaze swept the room, catching the whispers and side-eyes that followed him like a cloud of flies until he settled in his seat.

“He’s here…”
“Still in one piece? I thought for sure Sousuke and the others would’ve torn him apart…”
“Maybe he begged them, sucked them off for mercy…”

Laughter buzzed around him. Not one voice on his side. Not one person.

‘I guess this world’s on hard mode,’ Yuuto thought, moving to his seat, ignoring the stares drilling into his back. ‘Hiroki’s world? That was easy. Even with the supernatural aspect.’

The classroom door slammed open. In waddled the homeroom teacher—a fat slob of a man, his gut spilling over his belt, face unshaven, mouth exhaling something foul, as if he’d gargled sewer water.

The same man who had been leering at Yuuto’s mom.

“ALRIGHT, YOU LOT, SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET!” he barked, his eyes scanning the room, finally locking on Yuuto.

A glint of something disgusting flickered behind his eyes.

‘Didn’t break you yet, huh?’ the teacher thought, scratching his belly, annoyance curling his lips. ‘Whatever. I’ll tie you up in one room and fuck your mom in the next. That’ll teach you… Wait, where the hell is my wallet?’

The fat bastard began patting his body, his movements frantic as realization hit—his wallet was missing. Yuuto smirked internally, knowing it was currently lying in a ditch outside the school, where he had tossed it earlier.

‘You know what,’ Yuuto thought, catching the teacher’s searching gaze. ‘I think I’ve found my first ‘ally.” His hand twitched as he stared daggers at the man.

‘Of course, whether he’ll help me willingly or not is a different story,’ Yuuto mused, his fists clenching under the desk. ‘A piece of rotten shit like you, leering at students’ moms while their kids are being destroyed unjustly… I doubt your skeleton closet’s anywhere near clean.’

His glare deepened as his lips curled into a near-silent snarl.

School was over. Yuuto had managed to avoid trouble, slipping past any remarks or confrontations. Before long, he was home.

His mother, usually there to greet him with her weary gaze, stood silently in the kitchen, her usual spot. This time, she said nothing.

Yuuto froze.

‘You know what? I need to update my ally-gathering priority list…’ he thought, his glare sharp enough to make her shiver.

She turned swiftly toward him, but he was already heading upstairs, his back to her.

As he passed the sisters’ room, he noticed the open door, the lights off.

‘That traitorous cumbucket’s probably at Yuuno’s place. Figures. Oh well. Works for me,’ he thought, stepping into his room and shutting the door behind him.

Downstairs, his mother couldn’t shake what the teacher had told her earlier that day. The thought churned in her mind until she reached a decision.

‘It’s for the best,’ she concluded grimly. At the end of the year, Yuuto would be sent off to a boarding school.

Night fell.

Yuuto crept back down the stairs, silent and deliberate. His mother was sitting in the living room, staring at a family photo. Her tired eyes seemed even more drained than usual.

The sister still hadn’t come home.

Yuuto paused, watching his mother from the shadows. Then he moved closer, each step measured.

‘Time to make her my ally again. Should I act like a guard dog, barking at everyone who dares to come near? WRONG. That bastard probably expects me to lash out. He even said he’d go after her next. So how do you secure someone like her? Through force? WRONG AGAIN.’

He drew closer, his movements careful and deliberate.

‘Force has no place in recruiting allies. Instead…’

She heard his footsteps and turned to face him. “Yuuto. I still haven’t forgiven you for—” she started, her voice tinged with exhaustion and resentment.

But before she could finish, Yuuto pulled her into an embrace, one hand supporting her back, the other cradling her head.

‘…You do it like this,’ he reasoned, as her breath hitched and her eyes widened in shock.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he murmured, his voice soft. “But not for what I did to that guy’s sister.”

“What…?” she whispered, startled by his boldness and the strange mixture of sincerity and defiance in his tone.

“What I’m sorry for is how I’ve failed to be a son you can be proud of. I’m sorry that every time you look at me, your eyes are a blink away from closing, that you force yourself to stay awake just a little longer, just for me.”

‘It was no surprise she was tired of her son. Of Yuuto. He was pathetic, always leaning on her for support. If she weren’t his mom, she would’ve left. I could see it in her eyes—the exhaustion, the resignation. But what truly gave it away was that sigh in the very first panel of the original manga when she found out her son was being bullied. She wasn’t just tired; she was used up, a mother who had given everything to console her son and had nothing left for herself.’ He tightened his embrace, holding her as if he could make up for years of weariness in that single moment.

“What…? I… I don’t feel that way…” she murmured, her arms wrapping around him reluctantly, weak and weary, mirroring her state of being.

“Shh…” Yuuto hushed softly, his hand gently patting the back of her head, fingers brushing through her hair. She gasped, a quiet sound that betrayed how deeply the gesture struck her. Her heartstrings unraveled. No one had done something like this for her. No one. She had no one to lean on. And Yuuto knew.

“I know you felt that way,” he whispered, his voice soothing yet deliberate. “You forced yourself for my sake, pushed yourself beyond human limits. Even now, after what I’ve done, you never stopped being my mom. You didn’t disown me, even though normal parents would’ve by now. So while I can’t make you forgive me… or magically change who I really am at heart…”

He eased her back, meeting her gaze. Her wide eyes brimmed with tears, spilling over as his words pierced through her.

“I can carry your bag and open the door for you when you come back from work,” he said gently, and her breath hitched.

“I will help you cook and clean,” he promised.

“I’ll get groceries and do the shopping for you.”

“And… it may not be much,” he said, his voice trembling with sincerity, “but I want to be a son you can lean on too.”

“Oh, Yuuto…” she whispered, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. He pulled her close again, his voice low as he leaned toward her ear.

“It must have been so hard… being so alone all this time,” he murmured.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed, sobbing into his arms. “I was never alone… I was never alone…! You and your sister were always there for me!” she cried, clutching him tightly. Her embrace, once weak, grew stronger, fueled by emotions she could no longer hold back. Yet, deep down, she knew the truth—she had been alone in every way that mattered.

“And… to say something so cruel… I would never disown or leave you!” she sobbed, guilt stabbing at her as she suppressed the memory of nearly deciding to send him to boarding school, as the homeroom teacher had suggested.

“You don’t have to change…” she cried softly, her voice breaking. “You’re perfect just the way you are… You’re my son… You just… made a mistake you need to make up for…”

Her tears fell steadily as she clung to him, realizing that this change—this moment—was all she’d ever wanted from him.

“Yuuto… Yuuto…” she murmured, her voice trembling with both relief and a lingering ache.

She remembered. This was her son. All his life, he had been nothing but a boy—a helpless, young boy who needed her support. She recalled how deeply she had loved him when she first held him in her arms at the hospital after his birth. And now, with his words, she felt that love returning.

More than anything, a thought struck her:

She wasn’t a failure of a mother after all. She had done something right in raising this boy. In the words he spoke, in the warmth he could give—not just take endlessly—she found proof of that.

An hour later, they stood by the entrance to her bedroom.

“Do you need help arranging the sheets, Mom?” he asked with a smile.

“No… I’ll manage,” she replied, her voice warm but still weak, her strength bolstered by their earlier moment. “Go to bed. I’m… I’m still angry at you, for what you did, Yuuto,” she added, her tone almost cheerful, her face tinged with a colorful blush. “So… go to bed and get ready for school, alright? Good night, Yuuto.”

She gently began to close her door, pausing as she waited for his reply.

“Good night, Mom,” he said softly.

As the door neared its final click, Yuuto suddenly placed his palm against it, stopping it just an inch before it closed.

“Yuuto, is something—?” she began, her voice filled with concern, but he interrupted her with a whisper.

“Mom,” he said through the small gap.

“I love you.”

The tenderness in his voice made her reel back, her breath hitching as she gasped.

Have I ever… heard those words from either of them? she wondered as a solitary tear trickled down her face. Through the gap, she saw his earnest, warm eye peeking at her.

“Y-Yuuto…” she murmured, her heart swelling threefold. Then he spoke again:

“I’ll close the door now. Sleep well,” he whispered gently, and the door clicked shut.

‘I’ll… This boy… No matter what…’ her thoughts raced, her resolve strengthening a hundredfold. ‘I really, truly almost gave up… I will never be disowning you, like a normal parent would, he said…’

‘I would NEVER. Never leave you,’ she thought fiercely, collapsing onto her bed and sobbing into her pillow.

Meanwhile, Yuuto stood in the dark hallway.

He turned and walked back to his room, the azure glint returning to his gaze as he turned around, glaring at her room.

‘You are also a failure of a mom…’ 

‘Choke on those tears. You dared to believe someone else’s lies about your son—that I(Lesser Yuuto) would harass a helpless girl? All his life, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, even though he should’ve. Please. You were just looking for an excuse to get rid of me. Maybe the whore tendencies my dear sister shows come straight from you,’ he thought venomously, his pace steady.

His footsteps echoed faintly as he neared his room.

‘Either way, this is how you secure an ally. I’ve given her a boost—her mental fortitude and resistance. Whatever that dumbfuck bully tries to pull to seduce her now will be much, MUCH less effective.’

Yuuto’s jaw tightened, his teeth nearly grinding together as the image of the bully forced its way into his mind—that arrogant smirk plastered across his face.

‘You really thought. Nah, you really, REALLY thought you had something going for you,’ he thought, his fists clenching so tightly his nails almost pierced his skin.

‘You can seduce either of them all you want… You can beat me all you want. But there’s just one thing you did that I’ll never forgive. One thing that made you my sworn enemy…’

‘You. DARED. To make a FOOL of ME.’ His mind burned with fury. ‘No one—NO ONE—has ever pissed me off like this.’

‘It’s so funny…’

‘That I’m not even laughing,’ he thought, his eyes narrowing and then widening sharply in an intense, almost uncontainable fury.

Had anyone dared to meet Yuuto’s eyes in the dark, they wouldn’t have seen a boy—they’d have seen a demon.

He stepped into his room, closing the door gently behind him, sealing himself in the shadows.

[Background Music: Fleetwood Mac – Tusk (2018)]

“H-He… he broke his wrist!!” one muttered, his voice trembling as he watched the limb twist beyond its limits. The other bully grew pale, clutching his stomach, the sight making him queasy.

“What…!? He wasn’t that strong before!! He was just some damn punching bag!” the second one spat, disbelief flooding his voice.

Outside the bathroom, whispers and murmurs from curious onlookers echoed.

“Holy shit… they’re really going at that bastard,” one bystander said, voice filled with excitement.

“Serves him right. That fucking Yuuto thinks he can mess with young girls and walk away clean!?” another sneered, vindictive satisfaction clear in his tone.

“Karma’s a bitch, huh? Let’s bounce before a teacher catches us lingering.”

“Will they…?” one laughed, his voice trailing off with a mischievous giggle.

“Bro, I’m not taking any chances. Let’s move.”

“Party pooper,” another shrugged, walking away from the scene.

Back inside the bathroom…

“H-How!? How the hell…!” the student with the twisted wrist screamed, eyes wide in terror. “You’re just some weak bastard!!”

‘True, this body is weak.’ Yuuto’s cold gaze flicked down to his own body. ‘Even weaker than the usual, this one never even trained a day in his life. One well-placed slap can take me down. But none of that matters if they can’t get a hit in. And, well, strength is overrated…’

Yuuto swiped the student’s leg, forcing him onto his knees. With a calculated motion, Yuuto jerked the arm back, his grip unyielding. Then, leaning his full weight onto the bully’s hyperextended elbow, he pressed down hard, forcing the joint to bend in an unnatural direction. The bully let out a strangled scream as his arm contorted, his body helpless under the pressure, pinned by Yuuto’s relentless hold.

‘It’s overrated if you can use your weight properly,’ Yuuto thought as the student beneath him let out a bloodcurdling scream. “GRAAAAAAHHHH!!” The sound tore through the bathroom, more violent and desperate than the first. The two remaining students flinched, horror etched on their faces as they watched, convinced they were witnessing a murder.

Yuuto finally released his grip. The first student collapsed to the ground, gasping and hiccupping, his body paralyzed with shock.

‘H-he’s… crazy…! Shit… that’s not Yuuto…!! Where’s the wimp who used to beg us to stop beating him…!?’ one of the students thought, glancing at his fallen friend.

“What?” Yuuto’s voice cut through their thoughts, making them snap their heads up. “I thought you guys wanted to make a sequel, right? What good is a sequel…” Yuuto smirked, feeling an unfamiliar lightness in his chest.

“…without a good twist?” His voice dropped to a low, sinister chuckle as he cracked his knuckles, taking slow, deliberate steps toward them.

“S-shit, he’s crazy!” one of them stammered, a shiver running down his spine. “L-let’s get the hell out of here!!” he yelled at his friend, his voice trembling with fear.

“CALM THE FUCK DOWN!” his friend barked, slapping his back. “He just got the drop on him, that’s all! It’s a bluff!” he said, forcing the panic to subside as they both refocused on Yuuto.

“Look at him,” he continued, “he’s weak. Did you forget? It’s shit-eating Yuuto. Just a pathetic freak. Must’ve snapped and got lucky with Murasaki.”

“R-right…” The third bully’s fear began to fade as his confidence returned. His gaze hardened. “Thanks, Sousuke.”

“Hmph, buy me a hamburger if you’re thankful,” Sousuke replied smugly. “I’ve been training every day. Got abs to die for, and you’re no pushover either. Let’s feed him that shit-stained water he loves so much and drown him in it for what he did to Murasaki!” he urged, a cruel grin spreading across his face.

“Hey,” Yuuto called out, arms folded as he eyed the two bullies, his expression cold. “You done sucking yourself off, little pussy?”

“Tsche…!!! BASTARD!!!” Sousuke roared, his pride stung. He charged forward, determined to make Yuuto pay. ‘I won’t end up like Murasaki..!! He underestimated him,’ he thought as he launched himself at Yuuto, aiming for a full-force tackle.

‘Try and judo your way out of this, freak,’ Sousuke thought, slamming into Yuuto’s lower abdomen.

‘Sousuke… he got him!’ the third bully thought, his eyes wide as he watched Sousuke ram Yuuto against the wall with a sickening thud.

“ARRGH!!” Yuuto coughed violently, the air knocked out of him. Hearing the painful sound, Sousuke pressed harder, driving Yuuto further into the wall.

‘This one’s got the right idea,’ Yuuto thought, struggling. ‘My body was too slow to dodge…!!’ He winced, his glasses knocked askew on his nose.

‘How do you like that, bitch?’ Sousuke grinned, his arms tightening around Yuuto. ‘You can’t beat me. I’m on the wrestling team. Once I’ve got you in my grip, it’s over. I’ve never lost my hold since I was four!’ he thought, relishing the feeling of Yuuto’s ribs being crushed under his strength.

Yuuto felt the pressure building, his ribs on the verge of cracking. ‘Damn it…’ he thought, scanning the room in desperation. He saw the third bully’s triumphant smirk, and Sousuke squeezing the life out of him.

‘This is bad…’ Yuuto grimaced, his eyes darting around—until something caught his attention.

‘…Never mind.’ Yuuto’s eyes locked onto a nearby trashcan, filled with toilet paper. With a quick stretch, he grabbed the alloy bin, lifted it up, and slammed its sharp edge into Sousuke’s back.

“AHH!!! WHAT!?” Sousuke cried out in pain as the metal can struck him.

‘The edge of a trashcan, the edge of a book, the edge of anything is perfect,’ Yuuto thought, slamming the trashcan repeatedly into Sousuke’s back. Each hit weakened his grip, but he held on, tightening around Yuuto’s abdomen like a vice.

“AHH, FUCK…!!! YOU FUCKER..!!!” Sousuke screamed as bruises began to bloom across his back. Despite the pain, his grip only tightened, and Yuuto could feel the pressure on his ribs, a sickening pop echoing as they began to crack. Sousuke grinned through the pain. ‘Nice sound…!! Go down, you weakling bastard… I ain’t never… huh…?’ His thoughts trailed off as Yuuto suddenly went limp, dropping the trashcan with a heavy thud, leaning lifelessly against him.

“He… fainted!!” the third bully exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.

Sousuke smirked, triumphant. “Sousuke!! You got this bitch!! Let’s go get the teacher… say he came at us with an object and we had to defend ourselves…” his friend suggested, as Sousuke began loosening his grip, the victory seeming assured. “He’ll get expelled for sure…!!”

Just then, the friend’s face turned pale as he screamed, “SOUSUKE!! LOOK OUT!!!”

‘The reason I leaned on you…’ Yuuto thought as he raised his thumb, arm positioned perfectly. ‘Was to deliver this special technique…’

‘10,000 years of pain…!!!’ Yuuto thrust his thumb up with all his might, aiming directly at Sousuke’s rear.

Sousuke let out an inhuman howl of agony, “GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” as his body jerked backward, arching in reflex. His grip on Yuuto instantly weakened, pain shooting through him.

‘As I said… the edge of anything works,’ Yuuto thought, smirking wickedly as he stepped aside, watching Sousuke clutch his behind in anguish.

“You… fucking gay or—” Sousuke managed to croak, turning around to face Yuuto, but by then, Yuuto’s middle knuckle was already aimed just centimeters from Sousuke’s temple.

Sousuke’s eyes widened in disbelief. ‘No way…’

“Bum champion,” Yuuto muttered coldly as his knuckle slammed into the soft point of Sousuke’s temple. Sousuke’s head snapped to the side, his vision blurring instantly. Pain and dizziness overwhelmed him, but somehow, he still wouldn’t fall.

Yuuto took advantage of the imbalance, swiftly pulling out his phone and slamming its edge against Sousuke’s throat.

“KAAACCCKKK!!” Sousuke choked, struggling to breathe. Panic set in as he gasped for air, his body trembling in confusion and fear. Yuuto discarded the phone without a second thought and seized the moment, dragging Sousuke toward the ceramic sink.

In one fluid motion, Yuuto swiped Sousuke’s leg, throwing him off balance, then yanked his arm, hyperextending it as he maneuvered behind him. With ruthless precision, Yuuto grabbed the back of Sousuke’s hair and slammed his face into the ceramic sink.

Once.

Again.

And again.

And again.

AND AGAIN.

Yuuto grunted with each slam, the sound of bone and porcelain colliding sickeningly loud. The sink was now splattered with blood and littered with broken teeth as Sousuke’s body finally gave out. Yuuto calmly searched him, retrieving something and hiding it behind his back. He then yanked Sousuke’s unconscious body to the side, letting him slump to the filthy bathroom floor, his limp form rolling toward one of the stalls.

“Haaah… Haaah…” Yuuto panted heavily as he moved, stepping over both Sousuke and the first aggressor’s bodies, Yuuto approached the last remaining member of the group. His face was a mask of calm, his posture unnervingly controlled. 

The final bully stood frozen, forcing himself to breathe, trying to steady his racing heart.

‘Calm down…’ he thought, watching Yuuto closely. ‘I saw it. It’s sick… but he just fights dirty. I’ve been in street fights. If I keep my focus and watch his movements, I’ll be fine. Sousuke’s right… it’s just that weakling, shit-eating Yuuto…! And look at him! With cracked ribs and the way he pants like he’d about to faint from exhaustion any minute now… I got this.’ he resolved, squaring his stance as Yuuto drew closer.

Yuuto’s expression remained unreadable, his movements slow and deliberate. The last bully’s eyes locked onto Yuuto’s hand, concealed behind his back. Yuuto’s chest rose and fell as he tried to steady his breath, sweat dripping down his forehead.

‘He picked something up… Is it a knife? Did Sousuke have a weapon I didn’t know about?’ Panic crept into his thoughts as he anxiously tried to predict Yuuto’s next move.

Yuuto stopped mere inches away, his gaze cold and unwavering.

‘… Bring it on…! Whatever you’ve got there won’t help you…!’ The bully thought, tightening his fists, his focus glued to Yuuto’s concealed hand.

In a sudden motion, Yuuto took a swift step back and pulled his arm out from behind his back. The bully’s eyes widened, bracing himself.

‘He’s gonna throw it… it has to be a knife!’ he thought, tensing his body in anticipation.

But then… Yuuto’s hand emerged, tossing a napkin into the air.

The bully froze, momentarily confused.

‘Ah… fu—’ Before he could finish the thought, Yuuto’s foot came crashing into his groin, the tip of his shoe landing a direct hit.

“Discombobulate?” Yuuto said aloud, watching as the bully’s eyes bulged in silent agony, his family jewels folding into his body. The bully crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball, completely incapacitated.

Yuuto stood over him and his two fallen friends, surveying the wreckage he’d left behind as he panted heavily.

“Haah… It’s always a bathroom,” Yuuto muttered as he took deep breaths, walking over to the first bully he had taken down. ‘It just has to be a bathroom. If I had a coin for every time I fought in a bathroom after transmigrating, I’d have two coins… You get the picture.’

He stepped closer to the one whose arm was still twisted unnaturally, the pain evident in his strained expression.

“Anyway… Four-joints,” Yuuto said casually, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. The bully gasped, eyes snapping upward in terrified realization.

“You seem kind of parched,” Yuuto remarked, glancing at the filthy stall with a wicked grin. “Why don’t I help you get some of those fluids back?”

“N-no… p-please… please… I’m sorry…!!! PLEASE!!!” the bully begged, his voice cracking as Yuuto dragged his limp body toward the stained toilet. His face twisted in horror as his head was shoved into the bowl, piss and shit stains soaking into his shirt and hair.

Water splashed violently as Yuuto forced the bully’s face under. His body thrashed, bubbles of panic rising from the water. His arms flailed, trying desperately to break free, but Yuuto’s grip remained unyielding.

“You said this was my favorite place, right?” Yuuto snarled, his voice low and dangerous. He pressed down harder, keeping the bully submerged. The student’s limbs slapped against the sides of the stall in a desperate attempt to escape, but Yuuto’s strength was relentless. “You spoke about it with such fervor… I figured I’d share it with you. Is it not to your liking?”

For a brief moment, the bathroom was filled only with the sounds of splashing water, strained gasps, and Yuuto’s steady breathing.

When the bully’s resistance began to weaken, Yuuto yanked him up. His face was red and swollen, gasping for air, his body convulsing in shock.

“You won’t… get… away with this…” the bully choked out between coughs and wheezes, trembling as Yuuto held his face, his expression calm and collected.

“Oh…? So you’re going to tell on me?” Yuuto asked, his voice cold.

“Y-yeah… We’re gonna make sure you’re jailed for life… Th-those injuries… they’ll see you did it and—”

“I did it…?” Yuuto tilted his head with a mocking smirk. “Huh… but…”

“Aren’t I just too weak for that? You must be confusing me with someone else…” He smirked, watching as the bully’s eyes widened in alarm, his earlier words replaying in his mind:

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“Triple suicide would be more believable than me doing anything to you, thanks to my history… and that video…”

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“You…!!! YOU!!!” the bully growled, his voice raw with anger. But before he could say more, Yuuto slammed his face into the toilet seat with brutal force, knocking him out cold. His limp body crumpled sideways onto the filthy bathroom floor, motionless.

Yuuto straightened, walking to the sink and casually washing his hands before picking up his phone again. The last bully, still reeling from the blow to his groin, stared in disbelief at how calm Yuuto appeared… as if this was just another routine. He watched as Yuuto pulled a fresh paper towel from the dispenser, wiped his hands dry, and tossed it nonchalantly onto the tipped-over trash bin.

Yuuto’s gaze briefly flicked to the bully still moaning in pain on the floor, clutching his crotch. Taking a slow, deliberate breath, Yuuto stepped over the broken bodies scattered across the bathroom like they were nothing more than obstacles in his path.

The bathroom was eerily silent now, the violent echoes fading into the stagnant air. As he passed by the last bully, Yuuto casually stepped on his back, pressing down just enough to elicit a pained groan.

‘He’s… crazy… fuck… FUCK… He’s right… No one would believe he could do something like this…!!’ the bully thought, teeth clenched, making sure his gaze didn’t meet Yuuto’s.

Without a word, Yuuto walked out, leaving behind a scene of wrecked bodies and shattered egos, the carnage in his wake nothing more than an afterthought.

[Author here, tried not to overthink this. Hope you enjoy!]

Quietly, Yuuto followed behind his homeroom teacher, who couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling crawling up his spine.

The teacher kept glancing back, as if expecting something sinister to happen. It was as though he felt a thousand tiny needles pricking his skin, though Yuuto was too far away to touch him.

‘… Tch, what’s with this kid?’ the teacher thought, suppressing a shiver. ‘Creepy bastard. Can’t wait for him to just off himself.’ With a forced smile, he opened the classroom door and gave Yuuto a sharp glare, signaling him to enter.

As Yuuto stepped in, the room fell silent. Every student’s gaze locked onto him, their stares filled with contempt. The teacher’s lips curled ever so slightly. The silent tension seemed to thrill him.

‘I think I can safely leave him to these kids… Maybe they’ll actually get him to slit his wrists. Heh, and then I’ll be the one consoling his hot mom and fuck her brains ou—’ His thoughts were interrupted when Yuuto brushed against him while entering.

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKING, YOU TRASH!!” the homeroom teacher barked, his voice echoing off the walls. Yuuto froze mid-step, his foot just inside the classroom.

Murmurs rose among the students. “Punching bag’s back,” they whispered, barely hiding their sneers.

“WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT, YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE!” the teacher shouted again, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight. Turning to the substitute, he added, “Teacher, since you’ve started, I trust you’ll finish this lesson.”

The substitute nodded. “Yes, don’t worry.”

Yuuto began the walk to his seat, his head down, the eyes of the entire room burning into his back. The whispers grew louder, more malicious, as he neared his desk.

“Let’s fucking kill him…” one student muttered, just loud enough for Yuuto to hear.

“Thinks he’s special ’cause he’s got a hot sister and a milf of a mom…” another added, snickering. “I bet Yuuno will fill his mom with—”

Yuuto’s steps remained steady, but his fingers curled ever so slightly into fists. 

‘Not yet… Hold it together. You’ll get there soon.’ Yuuto assured himself.

The group snickered, feeding off each other’s venom, but Yuuto relaxed himself, his eyes still cast downward.

“This fucker,” one whispered angrily, watching Yuuto pass without so much as a glance. The student’s fists tightened. “Doesn’t even acknowledge us. Like he’s too good or something.”

“Yeah, notice where you’re fucking going,” another hissed, his voice filled with bitterness. “Nobody’s ever going to feel sorry for you, you trash. If anyone deserves to have their family taken from them, it’s you—”

Yuuto continued on, ignoring the venomous words. His steps never faltered.

“Is he just going to walk by us like we’re nothing?!” one student whispered furiously, his hand shaking as if it might lash out.

“He’s scared shitless,” another sneered. “He’s so hated, look—no one even cares. Not one person gives a damn about him. He’s all alone…” One echoed.

As if on cue, one of them slammed his fist into Yuuto’s shoulder powerfully. “Watch where you’re going, FREAK.” he snarled. The punch was hard, but Yuuto’s reaction was absent. He kept moving, his head still down.

“Did he just… fucking ignore me?!” The student’s voice wavered.

“Forget about that, look; even the teacher’s not saying a word,” the other chimed in. “Not even the teacher’s gonna stop you from beating him down.”

Suddenly, the teacher’s voice sliced through the tension. “YUUTO!” he shouted, the authority in his tone finally breaking the murmurs. Yuuto stopped, his head slowly rising to meet the teacher’s gaze.

“I SAW YOU BUMPING INTO HIM! APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT, OR YOU’RE OUT OF THIS LESSON!” The teacher’s eyes bore into Yuuto.

Yuuto turned, his expression unreadable. He met the eyes of the student who hit him. “… Sorry,” he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. “It was a mistake.”

‘Hold it together… Not yet… Not yet…’ Yuuto thought to himself as he looked at the student.

A paper ball hit the back of his head, and the room erupted in quiet giggles. No reaction. He kept his gaze affixed on the student he had apologized to.

… Inhale…

… Exhale.

‘W-what’s with that look…!?’ The student thought, narrowing his eyes at Yuuto, finding it difficult to meet his gaze. “Didn’t you hear me…? I said I’m sorry.” Yuuto said; causing the student to flinch.

“Take your seat now, Mr. Sakurai!” the teacher commanded.

Yuuto then quietly turned and went to sit at his table, and while the glares stayed on him, the lesson continued.

“The fuck… Was that about..!? FREAK..” The student who punched him murmured to himself.

“… Turn to page 54,” the teacher instructed. The lesson was math.

Yuuto bent down to pull his book from beneath the desk, only to find it torn, smeared with spit and snot, scribbled on, and slightly burnt.

The students looked around, waiting for his reaction as they giggled. Yet Yuuto calmly opened the book and turned to the approximate location of page 54. He couldn’t really tell, since most of the book was damaged.

‘Calm down… Just a little bit more. It’s just math anyway… I can rewrite the book myself and make it better.’ He thought as he dug his fingernails into his palm skin, bleeding a little.

Their giggling stopped, replaced by frustration as the lesson carried on; when they saw he wasn’t reacting strongly to it.

Twenty minutes passed. And as they were doing exercises, Yuuto placed a certain object on his worn and torn book, now stained with his blood as he used his palm to open it. It was a stained wallet.

Yuuto’s gaze grew cold as he discreetly opened the wallet, looking inside.

It wasn’t just any wallet. It belonged to the homeroom teacher. Yuuto pickpocketed it as he bumped into him earlier.

But while Yuuto could have used the cash inside…

… That wasn’t what he was interested in.

‘… Homeroom Teacher’s information obtained.’ He thought as he scrutinized several certain pictures, the id… And his home address.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. Yuuto sat still, his eyes narrowing slightly as he packed his things slowly, deliberately. 

‘… Just a little longer…’ Yuuto thought to himself, taking another deep breath.

His fingers brushed against the wallet, and he discreetly tossed it out the window into the bushes below.

As he rose from his seat, the classroom buzzed with quiet, mocking whispers. The students around him exchanged glances, snickering under their breath, waiting.

“Lol, it’s like he wants to get beaten up…” one of the students muttered, watching Yuuto make his way toward the door.

They had been waiting for this.

After all, Yuuno wasn’t the only one bullying him, even before the allegations. He’s just the centerpiece, but there were more… And today, they intended to do a lot worse; as they knew that no one will stand by him. He has no back to rely on… 

… He’s all alone. Like a perfect toy you can beat up in a boxing gym as you laugh with your friends, venting out your pent up anger.

Three of them, the ones who never missed a chance to harass him, slipped out behind him. They moved casually, exchanging knowing looks with other students in the hallway; if a neutral passerby saw it, they would think other students are looking at them with awe. As Yuuto walked down the corridor toward the bathroom, he could hear their footsteps close behind. They were closing in.

“Finally gonna get his…” one student grinned, elbowing another as they trailed behind Yuuto.

“Yeah, Yuuno didn’t beat him hard enough if you ask me,” another one laughed. The rest of the students walking by glanced at the trio, some smirking knowingly

‘Let’s go…!’ They all thought enthusiastically; while others looked away indifferently. Everyone seemed to understand what was about to happen. They shared looks, looking at them as if they were heroes out to take out a villain as they walked behind him. They made it obvious, and flaunted themselves.

“Send pics after you’re done <3” A girl whispered as she passed by one of them. “Do that, I’ll introduce you to my friends~” She said, causing a shiver down the bully’s spine as he blushed, feeling more fueled than ever to beat Yuuto up.

“Let’s kill him…!” He murmured to his 2 friends.

“I’m almost there…” Yuuto told himself as the school became nothing but an echo around him. A ringing in his ears.

Yuuto turned the corner and pushed open the door to the boys’ restroom. The fluorescent lights flickered faintly, casting a dim glow over the dingy tiles. He stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him, not even making the effort to slam it.

Outside, the three students waited a moment before exchanging glances. “It’s like he’s asking for it,” one muttered with a smirk, shaking his head. “He didn’t even try to RUN.”

The leader of the group glanced around the hallway, ensuring no teachers were nearby, before jerking his head toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Although they were almost certain that even if there were teachers…

… They’d agree to this.

They entered the restroom, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they formed a circle around Yuuto, who was standing by the sink, his back to them.

‘Finally…’ Yuuto’s shoulder’s lessened.

‘I’m finally here… Ahh… I wasn’t sure I was going to make it..’

“Hey, trash,” One of them sneered, stepping closer. “You really think ignoring us makes you safe?”

Yuuto didn’t move, didn’t even flinch, his gaze still fixed on the reflection in the dirty mirror.

‘Finally, things are turning out my way…’ Yuuto thought as he looked up to the ceiling, feeling relief and warmth spread through his body, as if he just shot up a dose of heroin up his veins.

The others moved in closer, the air growing thick with tension. Another one cracked his knuckles with a grin. “This is gonna be fun. Like old times. Too bad your mom and sister are probably too busy sucking Yuuno’s dick to even care what’s happening to you,” One said.

“For real. She has to be fucking him behind his back or something. If my mom saw something like that happening to me, she’d be suing the whole school,” another sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Just goes to show…” He said as he drew near.

“… What kind of a shitty family you have. Really, I’d have killed myself if I were you,” Another one lightly joked. “But jeez, I guess you just need our help to get there… Like old times.”

One of them shoved Yuuto from behind, the same one who punched him back in class, sending him stumbling forward. “Look, YuuYuu,” the bully hissed as he draped an arm around Yuuto’s neck, pulling him in close. His eyes darted to the side, where a filthy stall door hung crooked. “Your favorite drinking spot, right?” He sneered, his breath hot against Yuuto’s ear.

Yuuto glanced at the stall, his expression unreadable. ‘I see. So that’s what they did to the old Yuuto.’

‘Also… This is around… The 3rd time I was called a woman beater. Why does it only happen when I get transmigrated…?’ Yuuto wondered.

‘Oh well.’

‘Not important for now.’ He thought as his entire arm twitch, a jolt shooting through his body.

“Say,” Yuuto began, his voice steady, “That video of me getting trashed—it’s popular, isn’t it?”

“Oh?” The bully chuckled, leaning in even more. “What, you suggesting we make a sequel?” They all laughed at the suggestion.

Yuuto’s voice dropped, his tone unnervingly calm. “In that video, it’s pretty clear… That guy is stronger than me.”

A flicker of confusion passed through them. “What?” one of the bullies muttered.

“Yeah, no shit,” the one holding Yuuto by the neck scoffed, pressing down harder. “You didn’t actually think—”

“And everyone knows I’m the weakest around here,” Yuuto continued, his tone cold, detached. “I get beaten up by everyone… right? And that video of my beating just pretty much sealed my fate as the bottom of the food-chain in this school, huh?”

The bully’s grip faltered for just a second, a slight tremor running through his arm as Yuuto’s words sank in.

“So, let me ask you this…” Yuuto’s body tilted ever so slightly, his eyes locking on the bully. “Say you… Just so happened to break every bone in your body…” He growled as he glared at the bully once more, the azure glint in his eyes returning.

“… no one would believe I did it, huh?” He said, his pupils widening as he looked at the bully.

The three gulped as they listened, trying to understand what he means, since either way, he is the one in danger here…

… Right…?

“They’d all think it was someone else… Or… A triple suicide would be more believable than me doing anything to you.”

The bully recoiled slightly, his bravado faltering as the weight of Yuuto’s words settled in. He forced a laugh, “Man… you’re one sick freak, aren’t you?” He said as he prepared a punch to be sent at Yuuto’s face.

And Yuuto then gave a smirk.

“You…”

Have no idea.

… As he effortlessly avoided the punch. And with a swift motion, Yuuto sidestepped the punch and grabbed the bully’s wrist mid-swing, twisting it with precision. The crack echoed through the small bathroom like a gunshot, followed by a howl of agony.

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screeched, causing the other two’s blood to curdle as they froze in their spot.

Yuuto chuckled, “I usually don’t take pleasure when educating kids…”

“… But for brats like you three, I’ll make an exception. I’m in a pretty bad mood today…”

[Freak, by Le-Castle Vania]