✧ ˎ
. ✦ ˎ ˊ ｡
｡. ❝ 𝒾'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃
𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈
𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
✧ ˊ ｡
✧ ✦

˗ˏˋ I WANT BLOOD, GUTS,
AND ANGEL CAKE, ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ I'M GONNA PUKE
IT ANYWAYS ˎˊ˗

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｡.      ❝ HIROMI SAITO ❞      ｡ˎˊ˗
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"spend your birthday
with me." very minute that
went by brought more anxiety
into her chaotic mind as she
inhaled his gray, toxic fumes.
feeling always stiffened and
frightened of the bubblegum
hair and the crazy, blue eyes
that she knew all too well,
hiromi looked at ichijo
with a confused gaze.

his eyes were on the road
before them, the same ones that
were filled with cunningness and
cynical laughs. "i. . . i'm planning
to spend my eighteenth birthday
with my friends. ." he snorted at
the fake plastic in disgust; the
pinkette could always tell when
she was lying and it infuriated
him that it couldn't get through
her thick brain when she already
was aware he could see in
between her pretty little lies.

he spat out poison with his
dark voice. after all of this time
in his ocean, azul eyes, hiromi
would never learn. "aren't you
forgetting something, doll face?"
she hated that nickname so much.
the girl didn't need to be reminded
that she wasn't a natural beauty,
she already hated herself more
than ichijo ever will to her.

"i know everything about you,"
he laughed in such a villainous
way that made the ebony haired
girl's stomach recoil, "you're honestly
such a pushover, feeling sorry for
yourself?" ichijo was about to push
her over the cliff and leave her to
die. hiromi was about to throw
up, feeling absolutely sick being
in the same car as him.

". . . you don't know me. ."
she whispered while she tried
to stop her shivering, but then
hiromi felt a hand on hers.

fear struck her when
she looked over to see his
devilish face with a smirk that
haunted her. it scared her as it
looked uncanny to oikawa's. his
killer gaze burned into her
porcelain skin like the cancer
stick between his soft lips.

"WHEN WILL YOU FINALLY
GET THIS THROUGH YOUR
FUCKING THICK HEAD? WERE
YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS EVEN BEFORE THE PLASTIC?"

"I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT
YOU HIROMI, I KNOW AT LEAST ENOUGH TO TELL THE ENTIRE WORLD WHERE TO THE POINT YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF."

"YOU ARE GOING TO SPEND
YOUR BIRTHDAY WITH ME,
IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"OR DO I NEED TO TEACH
YOU LIKE I DID LAST TIME?"

hiromi wanted to gag
and her elegant expression
sicken at the thought of haunting
memory of "the last time". panic
arose in her rapidly beating heart.
'please, anything but that.'

hiromi's perfectly alined
jaw tightened when his
villainous smirk widen and
grinned. she was trapped
like a beautiful butterfly
in a web, caught by a spider
that'll soon eat her up.

"f-fine. . ." the plastic
beaut stuttered and she
felt herself falling once again
into the void of darkness
under his cheshire smile.

"that's a good girl,
right doll face?"

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｡. ❝ 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒹𝒶𝒾 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈,
𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝒾 ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
✧ ˊ ｡
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[ ♡ daichi 、asahi 、
sugawara 、kiyoko 、
hinata 、kageyama 、
tanka 、and nishinoya
are online !! ]

sugawara
♛
（ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。
⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+.
しーーＪ　　　°。+
happy birthday hiromi-san !

daichi
happy birthday !!

asahi
heyo happy birthday
‧˚₊*̥꒰❃•̤ॢ꒩•̤ॢ꒱‧˚₊*̥

kiyoko
happy birthday hiromi-chan !
where are you? are you coming
to school today? ♡'͈ॢ ᵌˋ͈ॢꉧ'͈ॢᵋ ˋ͈ॢ♡

yachi
happy birthday saito-senpai !
i know we only recently met,
but you're so kind and amazing !
thank you and kiyoko-senpai
for guiding me (',,•ω•,,)♡

hinata
happy birthday to you
saito-senpai~! thanks
again for for everything !!

kageyama
happy birthday saito-senpai

nishinoya
HIROMI-SAN

tanaka
OUR GODDESS,
OUR MUSE,

tanaka
PERFECTION
PERSONIFIED,

nishinoya
WE WISH YOU AN AMAZING
EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY
=͟͟͞͞ ऀืົཽ≀ ͔ ͕̮ ऀืົཽ✧॰৹꒰❢❢꒱

tanaka
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM
YOUR BIGGEST FANS,
TANAKA AND NISHINOYA

hiromi
aw you guys !! you all are
so sweet ♡ ଘ( ॢᵕ꒶̮ᵕ(꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ)
thank you all so much !

hiromi
unfortunately of day of
all days, i happened to have
caught a cold (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾

sugawara
aw hiromi-san (ू′o‵ ू)
please rest and get better !
it's okay, don't worry !! we
can celebrate your birthday
after you recover

kiyoko
i'll stop by your apartment
after practice to give you
some soup, okay? it'll help
with the cold ♡ ƈ ͡ (ुŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥) ु

hiromi
you all are so sweet
(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣o˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)⁼³₌₃ what did
i do you deserve such
angels?? omg no please
kiyoko-chan that's far
too nice ! what if you
catch my illness?

kiyoko
it's okay !! i won't
catch your cold, i
promise !! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

tanaka
KIYOKO-SAN
AND HIROMI-SAN
+。:.ﾟ٩(๑꒪﹏꒪๑)۶:.｡+ﾟ
NISHINOYA ARE U
GETTING THIS

nishinoya
IM SCREENSHOTTING
EVERY SINGLE MESSAGE

nishinoya
THIS IS GOLD
⸌̷̻ ( ᷇๑ॢ˃̶͈̀ ꇴ ˂̶͈́๑ॢ) ⸌̷̻

daichi
tanaka ! nishinoya !
stop this and get off your
phones ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७ your
teachers aren't going to be
happy when they find out
why both of you are late
to school, same to you
hinata and kageyama !!

daichi
these simps i can't
MESSAGE NOT DELIVERED !!

hinata
h-hai !!
(＞ロ＜)ゝ

hiromi
yes yes everyone go
to school now ! have a great
day °₊·ˈ∗♡( ˃̶᷇ ‧̫ ˂̶᷆ )♡∗ˈ‧₊°

kiyoko
bye bye !!
(⁎•̛̣̣꒶̯•̛̣̣⁎)♡

yachi
take care
saito-senpai
ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू) !

sugawara
make sure to
rest ٩̋٩̋(ꄬຶȏ ꄬຶ=͟͟͞͞)

daichi
we will be waiting
for your return !

asahi
get well soon !!

hinata
saito-senpai don't die okay?!
please don't die you still need
to teach me so many things
and we don't know what we
would do without you !
･｡ﾟ(இ௰இ'ﾟ)*ﾟ｡+

kageyama
nani the fuck hinata?
she isn't going to die
saito-senpai just has
a cold, baka. anyways,
hope you feel better
soon senpai.

nishinoya
HIROMI-SAN WE
LOVE YOU (◞‸ლ)♡

tanaka
WE WILL FIGHT
ILLINESS FOR U
(*꒦ິ³꒦ີ)｡･*･:♪

hiromi
adieu my darlings~
♡o̖⸜((̵̵́ ̆͒͟˚̩̭ ̆͒)̵̵̀)⸝o̗

˗ˏˋ [ ❀ hiromi is
now offline !! ❀ ] ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ [ ❀ thanks for chatting
on darlingram.com !! ❀ ] ˎˊ˗

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sighing into the scent
of light lilies, the black
haired beauty tried to
urge her threatening
tears while she sat in
a emerald, victorian
armchair.

"is the food not to your
liking?" draped in a alexander
mcqueen jumpsuit and a depressed
expression, her honey orbs looked
up to the cunning smile ichijo would
always wear, "oh wait! you fucking
starve yourself, don't you?" his
laugh sent bullets through her
yves saint laurent lipstick.

the two high schoolers sat
on the balcony of one of the top
floors of shodai suites, one of the
many resort chains seiji shodai
owned. having multiple hotels
in okinawa, paris, shanghai,
and all over the world, it was
certain that being his only
son would have the world
around your fingertip.

and that definitely didn't
exclude ichijo. the boy got
everything what he wanted.
foreign cars, high-end watches,
the best education, and even
the ladies who were blinded
by his wealth. however, the
bubblegum haired volleyball
player only craved one girl,

his father's girlfriend's
daughter, hiromi saito.
that pretty name rolling
off his tongue excited him,
and how breakable the
plastic was made him
even more excited.

she was his little dolly;
a toy, and always will be.
playing with her emotions
until it was time he'd beat
her black and blue for the
funnies. did ichijo truly like
her? oh for hell's sake no.

however, he could never get
enough of the frightened look
that was painted onto her face
when she was under his gaze. it
was like a drug, addicting and he
would overdose on it as many times
as he pleased. after all, it takes a
few times for a demon to die.

"don't you ever get tired?"
mockery laced his voice with a
little undertone of seriousness.
despite acting like a complete
fucktard, ichijo shodai was no
idiot. he was intelligent than
most people, and hiromi knew
that. seeing the indigo, blue
sky that held fluffy, white
clouds, she finally spoke.

"don't you ever get tired of
your father bossing you around?"
playing with her roasted garlic
chicken breast made by a michelin
star chef, the elegant girl was aware
that no matter how he tried to hide
it, she and the pink haired boy
weren't so different.

but, hiromi will never feel
a drop of sadness for him. he
didn't deserve her sympathy,
not after all the scars he carved
into her precious, ivory skin
and shattered, ugly heart.

ichijo grinned with wonder
and insanity, he was ready to
toy with his little dolly. "my,
my, my, confident are we?" he
loved how her voice started
to lack it's self-esteem and
stutter, until his phone rang.

"moshi moshi?" the
shiratorizawa student slyly
said in a singy songy tone,
"hai, this is ichijo shodai, who's
calling?" stepping out wrapped
in his valentino maroon suit, the
handsome sicko walked out
to most likely converse in a
quieter location.

'this is it!' hiromi thought. after
her mother's boyfriend's son left
the terrance, she instantly took her
purse and ran wherever her versace
stilettos would take her. she didn't
want to spend another second with
ichijo, until the elegant volleyball
manager didn't look where she was
going and ran into lovely wisteria.

"shit!" she exclaimed
while pain hit her as her
silk hair was tangled up in
the bushes and leaves. until
the beauty fixed herself up,
she realized that someone
witnessed her performance.

hiromi locked eyes with
a younger girl, a girl who
looked a little bit like her.
swinging her legs back and
forth with comme de garçon
high tops and draped in a
burberry beige trench coat,
the latter smiled at her.

the plastic beaut jumped
in surprise. "i apologize you
had to see that!" she stammered
quickly. as hiromi was about to
take her chanel vanity bag and
not worry why such a young girl
was out on the balcony of an
luxurious hotel, it was until
she heard english.

"um, are you okay?"
not knowing the unknown
teenager was a foreigner, the
blackette froze in fear and slowly
turned to look over her shoulder
to see the girl smile again.

"a-ah !! i'm so sorry,
please do forgive me . . ."
for once hiromi's impressive
english speaking skills came in
handy. bowing down to the girl
who sat alone on the gorgeous
balcony, the american freshman
spoke in a happy voice.

"it's okay! my name
is kimi, your's?" golden irises
watched how the petite foreigner
placed down a nana-nana pvc tote,
and immediately gave hiromi a
cute kakao friend bandage. "my
name is hiromi. . . hiromi saito."
god, what was she doing? the
manager of the karasuno boys'
volleyball club should leaving this
resort now, but instead conversing
with some american?

accepting the adorable
bandage, hiromi was about
to tell the other ebony haired
girl she was going to leave.
"hey, would you like to sit
with me?" the karasuno
third year was never more
confused in her entire life
than right now. until she
sank into kimi's dark
chocolate orbs, that's
when hiromi saw.

the same exact pain
she had in her eyes as well.
"you see," she nervously
chuckled while she pet
her pale nape, "it's my
birthday today and i'm
not spending it with
anyone. . . so i'm kind
of lonely . ."

how could a younger
person have the same look
in her eyes that was uncanny
to the fake beauty's? her heart
clenched as it was only the soft
breeze and the two of them. a
warm smile painted her scarlet
lips, "of course," hiromi answered
softly, "it's actually my birthday
as well." "wait— really??" the
taller one out of the duo sat across
from the dainty southeast asian
girl with a heartfelt laugh.
"yep! it is."

looking out into the heart of sendai
as the world slowed down when hiromi
saito smiled, the older girl politely called
out to the waiter dressed in black and white. "excuse me," she gestured to the extravagant dessert menu with elegance at her fingertips,
"i'll order the eton mess cake please."

the servant nodded to the beaut
while he took the dark maroon covered
menus."of course, ma'am. the cake will
be ready out shortly." soon after the man walked through the glass french doors,
hiromi saw the panic in the younger girl's
orbs. "oh please, let me pay for the dessert!" nervously rummaging through her clear tote
to find her baby blue wallet, the plastic held
up a black credit card with a giggle.

"oh no it's okay! it's my treat."
what was hiromi doing? if the poor
girl already excluded any nutrients
to her body, why would she order a
strawberry creamed patisserie filled
with so many calories? gently settling
down her beige and black embroidered
chanel purse, the japanese girl decided
to make some small talk.

the scent of blooming lilies
and friendship was inhaled on
one of the many balconies of the
five star rated hotel. "is this your
first time coming to japan?"

kimi brightly smiled to the beautiful
lady who was so generous to sit with her
on her lonely birthday. fiddling with the
long, lacy sleeves of her ivory blouse, the foreigner answered. "this is actually my
second trip to japan!" she said in awe of the east asian country, "i dreamed of coming
back here again. it truly is always such a wonderful experience."

the two continued to talk
delightfully under one of the days
that they'll probably never forgot
in a long time. when two hearts were
both sad, they find a way to help one
another and they didn't even know it.
the afternoon went by so well as the
two conversed over the many topics
and interests they had in common,
but it was when the cake came out
was when all was quiet and if you
listened closely, their hearts stopped.

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｡.      ❝ 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅 ❞      ｡ˎˊ˗
✧         ˊ        ｡
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"ma'am, i now present
to you your cake."

silently staring intensely at
the delicious piece of heaven,
hunger colored their eyes and
their mouths hitched for the savory
taste of sweet perfection. sunlight
glistened on the whipped cream
and plumped fruits that not only
tempted hiromi, but kimi as well.

however, why
weren't any of them
taking a bite?

THE FLAVORSOME
COMBINATION OF
CRISPED MERINGUES
AND SUGARY CREAM

LAYERED BETWEEN A
LIGHT AND AIRY SPONGE
CAKE. FRESH BERRIES TOP
THE ICING TO BRING OUT
THE APPETIZING TASTE
OF THE CAKE.

won't the pretty little girls
have a piece of cake? or are
their stomachs too empty to
the point it already ate itself
out? don't you want these rich
calories to fill you up?

WHY WON'T THE PRETTY LITTLE GIRLS HAVE A PIECE OF CAKE?

it was as if they were frozen.
no one had to say it out loud
for the world to know, just by
the way they held their silver
forks out to the mouth-watering
gateau with pained expressions
showed how they were alike.

hiromi's heart dropped at the
sight of the younger girl's uncanny
expression, why was the world like
this? for the first time in her pretty
lying life, she finally met someone
who understood her.

this cake, this motherfucking
cake held so much power over them.
it was only one fucking cake, yet their
minds could only think of the darkness
of such delicious food.

her mind was screaming—
SHE WAS GOING TO SCREAM.
her body reached with tears about
to burst out of her eyes as pain rushed
through the burning fat. maybe we're
all dying slowly, BUT THEY WERE
KILLING THEMSELVES FASTER.
it was all happening in a flash.

ṱ̷̱̏̓͐̓í̴̡̬͔̗̜̑m̷̤̫̋̈́̒̽̾̃̒̋̾̚e̴̢̖͚̘̖̘̭̣̔̇̓̀̔͜͝͝ ̸̢̲̙͈̮͆̽̈̈́̀̑ẗ̷̫́͒ö̷̢̬̰̖̬̦́̎́̀̑̏̕͜ ̴͔͉̈́͋͊c̴̡̧̯͇͔͓͈͚͉̿̓̈́͆̿͜͝o̷͈̽͂̈͋͋̽̓ũ̷͉͉̭̭̠̯͇̱͙̌̒͐̈́̒̎̾͜͠n̷̛̺͔̱̭̼̟͈͖̤̥͊̽̓t̷͎͈̼̠͙̥̩̋̍̇́͆̕͠͝ ̵͍̳͒̎̚͝y̶̮̞̯͓͉͇͚̜͎͖̓̃̽̊͑͌͛͂̌o̶̳͍̠̱̙͖͌́̎̇̌͘u̶̞͂̇͗̅̐̚r̴̮͈͊͗̀̐̀̂̓̌͘͝ ̴̨̟̾̔́̄͆̾̊̍c̴̨̤̖̜̘͉̀a̴̻̻͎̘̣͔̫̭̒̽͊́̄̾̃͝ͅl̴͈̻̽̎͆͝õ̴̦̖̓̉̉̀̚͠r̴̨̙͇̠̟̺̣͖̻̍î̵̼͇͇̈́͑͂̈͗͆͌͝͠ĕ̸̎ͅs̸̛̜̠̫̹̭͖̜̞͗̀̍͑̉̈́̓͗͝!̶̼̭͕̠̈̌̌͐͒͊͐͘
̷̫̳͎͕̒̍͜c̶̞͎͙̖͎̯̗̽̈̈́̾͊͊̏ǫ̸̖̣̺̑̊̐͝u̵̡̘̹̺͓͈̍n̴̗̝͋͛̂̐t̸̢̘̹̞͚͍̃̉̒͘͝ ̶̧̪̗̞͙̥̺̰̋͆̎̀̋̀̑̚͝͝i̵̧̙̳͓̭̞̦̘͍͛͆͊͑͌̄̉̋̕t̴̒̈́̃̄͑̊̈́ͅ ̷͉͇̥͊̚ẃ̴̢̥͓̪̝̥̟͕ȉ̶̜̺͓͈̪̜̫͉̲̽͆͆̊̕t̶̢͉̩̮̣̺͍̖̀̋͐̌̍͋̏̉̈́̕ḩ̴̧̺̪̝̭̠͙́̀̐̂͘ ̸̦̘̲͑m̶̡̢̙͓̞̱̺̼̆͋̔̽͂͠͠e̷͍͎̖̖̪̯͑̃͛ ̷̪̫̮̹̮̞̪̠͛̂̽̚e̵̗͕̝̙̳̫͈̪̰̥͋̍̋̑̇̕͠v̵̨̛̳͉̳̝̰̪̟̍̓̐̆͊͋͗͜͝e̸͈͙͐r̶̦̝̹̫̥̬̻͖̹̒̓̀̇ỳ̴̨̰̯̱͖̬o̴͓͈͌̐̉̃̐̐̆̈́͘͝n̴̰̖̙̪̘̿ë̷͚͇́~̵̙͎̳̔͑̍̀̌"̶̙̠̦̗̣̝͎̘͕̊̅̚͝

ONE!

TWO!

THR̴̤͕̯͇̱͍͔͚̼͕͂̑̆̈͝EE!

TW̷̱̼̰̱̒͐̍̓̌͂̇̀Ę̴̥̥̺̩͙͈͐͂̓̄̓̕N̵͖̩̝̅̾̇̑͒̈́̋̇͛͠Ţ̴̨̞̲̳͙̻̲͓͈͊̍̿̋̅̿̎̅̋͝Y̸̡̡̤̗̰̜̓̈́̈́̌̄́̔̍̚-SI̸̻̻̥̲̝͖̣͙͚͛́́X̴̧͉͓͈̟͈͕̥̤̓͒̈́̒͜͝͝!

SIX̸͍͋͒̓͝Ţ̶̢͓̙̖̙̻͈̬͐̾̎͂́̓̿̀̽̕Y̶̙̓̽͂̈́̃̒̚̚-NI̵͚̰̯͓̼̊̀Ǹ̸̡̨͉̦͖̫͔̰̄E̴͖̗̘̽͝ͅ!

̸̲͓̺̲̹̺͋̃̇̑̈́̒̒̕͝͝ͅË̷̱̔͒͊̆̈I̶̢̞͍͔͇̟̱̼͈͒̿̃̓̕͜͠G̸̩̭̟̫̟̯̫̱̀̄̀͜͜HTY-F̷̲̗́̈́͘͝Ǫ̷̢͙̦̣̦̘̺̮̋̔̋̕Û̸̬̳̙̩̇̓̋̓̋̀̆̚R̶̬̺͉̯̟̬̪̗̘̊̈͒̓̍̈́̆̐̈̕!

she couldn't take it anymore.
perhaps she felt like it was okay
for her to be killing herself softly,
but to see another broke her mind.
maybe her actions might not change
a thing, but maybe, just maybe,
would make a difference.

hiromi lifted up her fork,

AND

ATE

THE

FUCKING

CAKE.

her stomach churned and her throat
burned once the sick girl let the food
melt in her mouth. she felt like vomiting
her feelings again just at the taste of
something. hiromi could feel the cake
going down to the pit of her stomach;
tears started to run down her cheeks.
she wanted to die BUT SHE WAS
ALREADY DYING AND SHE
DIDN'T EVEN KNOW.

kimi stood stiff in shock,
lightly shaking from both the
cold wind and her newest friends'
actions. crumps and icing was all
over the table, but the american didn't
mind. feeling the most concerned
for hiromi when her golden irises
faded into despair, the butterfly
was even more trapped in the
web once the spider came.

"dear god doll face," the spider
crawled up the silk strings and
smirked at the beautiful butterfly,
"i leave for twenty minutes and
this is what happens?"

she cried out sobs like a
whisper. not wanting anyone,
especially the fuchsia haired boy
to get pleasure from her tears.
gripping onto her blood red
jumpsuit in fear as her heart rate
rapidly ran from his cheshire smile,
this is why hiromi should never
eat cake again in her life.

NOTHING GOOD EVER
CAME OUT OF CAKE
WHEN SHE ATE IT.

and being in the
web of ichijo shodai's
only made it worse.

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｡. ❝ 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅 ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
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"hiromi-chan?
are you home?"

like she promised,
kiyoko brought a pastel
yellow tupperware bowl
containing her home made
miso soup with a smile on
her face. turning to yachi,
who decided to come with
her senior with a bouquet
of lavenders, it was only
after the door opened
was when the kind
friend of hiromi
saw her face.

at that moment, kiyoko almost
dropped her soup. her sapphire irises
widen at the pretty plastic's sickly and
terrified expression. the girl was visibly
shaking, and even large amounts of
the beaut's long, ebony locks were
laying on the floor. looking at pure,
'natural beauty' kiyoko, it ultimately
triggered the hyperventilating anorexic
as she wrapped her frail, boney arms
around her skeleton body.

"HIROMI-CHAN!"

"SAITO-SENPAI!"

ò̵̰͇̲̥͗͑̂̏̿̿͆h̷̢̧͖͈͇̯̘̦̀̂̽̌̎̎͑̕͜ ̵̢̫̲̀̅̾̓́͑̂̚͠d̸̻̾͒̃́ȯ̴͎̘̞͗̕ĺ̸̨̧̺̭̤̮̟͙͓͂̑̒͗̀̌͂͝͝l̶̪͔͈̣͔̼͚̟̄ ̷̭̭̫̄̉f̶̛̩̮͉̠̱̣̠̰̀͌͐͝͠͝a̷̼̠̯̥̯̲̟̟̒̃͑̆́̚͜c̵̨͇̪̰̜̻͕͊̆̒͗̍̄̍̀͠e̷͚̟̍̑͂̉̓͘͜~̴̡͔̘̬̣̜̲͙͍̰̔͐̀̈́̌̈́̈!̸̢̛̞͈͔̭͍͉̓̒͐̿̌̆̏̕͠

she plummeted to the birch,
polished floors with her mind still
replaying the horrifying scene that
scarred hiromi for life. her eyes couldn't
stop spilling her anxious waterfalls
when the concerned blonde and scared blackette crouched to the ground to
help the screaming plastic.

SHE WASN'T ABLE TO
TAKE THIS BULLET.

"yachi-san call an ambulance
now!" the first year frantically
whipped out her phone to dial the
hospital, but a trembling, lanky hand
held the young golden haired girl from
calling for help. her blood-shot eyes
screeched for comfort or help, anything
to not think of her fresh, purple bruises
marked onto her neck and thighs. but,
not the professional kind of help.

she felt so stupid; falling
into her demons another time.
"n-no. . !" hiromi yelled out to
poor yachi. SHE COULDN'T
STOP SHAKING. crying more
and more out from the honey orbs
that were holding only the last of
hiromi tsuji, her past self was on
the final stages of extinction.

'DON'T LET HIM TOUCH
ME!' that was the only thing
the dying beauty wanted right
now. she wanted to forget what
happened after she was forced
to leave the terrance of shodai
suites, she wanted none of this
to happen. SHE NEVER TOLD
A SINGLE SOUL TO EVER
TREAT HER LIKE THIS.

ṣ̴͈̻̯͔͚̉̓̓͂̍̋͜͝͝t̶̡̨̪̟̣͈͓̭͇͆͛͂̇̓̍͋ơ̶̠͎͚̤̝̣̜p̸̢̬̖̖̋͠ ̸̝͇̲͔̥̲͚̲̩͔̆̏͛b̸̙̀̂͒̚e̴̼̽͆i̸̢̩̙̻̰̐̇̊̽n̵̨͕̙̘͔̋g̷̢͙͚̪̣̝̬͌̾̉̀͗͆̃ͅ ̵̗͚̯̀̎́̏̈́̀̽̅̿s̴̹̦̜̬̪̘͊͒͑̅͌͋̊͜͝ȍ̵̞̹̰͎̣͇̙̔ ̸͉̙̏͘d̸̟̝̥̐͛̿̆͒i̶̛̞̞͇͙̽͑f̷̖͋͆̋f̵͈͆̇̑͐͋i̶̢̢̬̠͕̖̥̗̥̦̅̃͝c̸̺͍͓̮̲̞͇̞͙̈́̐̈́͋͂̈̃́̕u̸̥̫̩̟̱̖͙̬̍͒͛ͅĺ̵̨̞̟̤͓̼͍̙̼̉͆̓̒̎̋̂̈́͘t̷̢̟̩̖͇́~̴̧̛͇̬͔͓͋̅!̸̮̠̗͇͇̤̯̤̣̥̎ ̴̝̘͓͕̗̯̩͖̪̓̑ͅ
̵̧̨̦̖̟̞̺͕͓̖́̈́͐í̸̬͓̻̥̞͓͎̂ͅt̷̘̘̆'̴͍̰̩̝͖̖̈́̇͛̿̋s̶̺̗̜̒̾̄͛͑̈́͑͊͜ ̷̣̲̭̙̰͔͔̎̈́̌͂͌͑͘͝o̴̺̭̰̦̲̙̘̓͊n̸̞̦͙̝̤͉̋͆ͅl̷̯͓͇̟͂̑͂́y̵̛̥̟̰̓̔͂̏͋̽͘͠͝ ̴̩̥̙̿͋̿̓̓̅̚͝ǵ̵̞̼͇̯̫̯̖̔ͅͅo̷̢̜̗̞̬̠̖̓̀̐͐̂i̷̛̗̠̫͕̥͕̠̰̝̅̄̎̋̽͘n̸̩̪̝͖͈̪͒́͂ͅg̵͕͔͇͓͈̜͇͋͛̊̚ ̵̨̓̀͆̌̿͠t̷͍͓̍̌̿̽̀̃̃͌̏͋ó̴̗̼̹̫͈̝̯̲̖̀̂́̿̕̚ ̸̺̼̘͖̟͉̹̙̠͚̒̍͂͗̀̆̕b̷͔̜̜͈̖̔̎̾͜͝ȩ̷̧͓̳̘̺̠̰̥̯͂̃̈͝ ̷̨̻̮̜̈́͛͛̀̐̄̍͠w̶̧̪̝̻̦̞̘̌̏̑̑͑̅́̌͝o̴͚͈̪͛̚r̸̡̞̫̲͓̫̎̊̍͂̓̾̓́͜͝͠s̷̨̫̄͗̑͗ẹ̶̢́͊ ̶̨̛͓̬͎͍́́͑̍͒̈́
̵̛̞͖̝̹̻͖̲̩̣̜̿͒̓̏͝͝i̷̡̮̗̰͍̩̽̅̋͆̐f̴̧̥̣̩̤̖͎͔̮̬̿͗̊͂ ̷̤̋̌̒̈́͑̄̚͝y̷̨̼̜̤͚̦̰̥̑̌̃͆͊̏̐ȏ̴͉̲̱͈̱̥̳̬̏̓ų̴̩̭̘̼̼̺̤̓̾͐̾ ̴̧̓͒̈́̒̅k̶̩͈̩̍͜ē̵͇̯̙̦̽̇e̸̫̠͈̽͑͂͛́̑̀́̆́͜p̸̹̜̻̩͓̳̥͛̾̂̾ ̸̼̻̳̦̫͔͑̽̄͐̍͘͜o̶͎̥͙̐̈́͋́̓̀͌́͠ñ̴̪̮̼̘̗̬͈͉̝̣̀̏̏̌ ̵̲̾̃̆́̿̕̕͠m̷̧̨̭̖̪̼̮̪̱̔̆o̴̗̪̫͆̆ṿ̶̨̥̖͈͔̩͉̣̋͒̆̈́í̶̭̦̭̖̯́̀̋̈́̓̚̚̚͝n̴̛̤̠̠̤̬̝͓̥̼̩͗̂̓̌͛͌̈́̕̚g̵̙̭̤͔̞̈́.̶̛̖͓͂̎͐̓̀̅͌̈́͝

the spider crawled up his web
of manipulation when the pretty
butterfly tried to flutter away.

t̵̢̟͍͛̓̿͂͊̕h̸̼̼͚̓̑̌̆͗͗̓̌͗̂ỉ̶̄͐ͅş̷̩͈̼͇̺̗̖̹̣͒͝ ̵̘̭̔̃̄į̶̗͍̠̦̱̫̺̥͉̇̅s̵̩͘͘͝͝ ̶͇̝̰̒͗̽͠w̸̪͂̒ͅh̴̼͉͕͗̊̇̓͘a̸͍̙͂͑̑̐t̴̻͙͛̆̄̾̉̊ ̴̢̡̨̣̙͓̇̂̄͝h̶̢̡̛͉̲̞̯̳̹́̒̏̇̿̕͝͠ä̴̝͈̘̟̺̘̲̓̏́̀̎ṕ̵͕̒̀̈́͘ṕ̵͕͎̖̻̭̗̔̈́̅̊̓͗̐͠ë̴̜́̐n̷̩͍̬͇̗̔̆̂͋̓̋̈́̿̅ŝ̶̰̳̈́̎͑͑͛̕̚͝͠ ̵͙̘̖͉͉̺͕̆̆̂̒̃̌͑̍̎͜͝ͅť̵̹̳̺̮͖͚̻͙o̵̧̧̯̝͔̊̐͂̐̒͘ ̶̭̤̩͕̿̿̀̈́͂̽̿͝
̵̢̡̮̅̂͒̑͒̏̈́b̵̳̜̞̝͇̟͉̬̹̝̿̈́̑̄͂̓̉͠a̸̧͙̠̝̭͙͚̞̽̅͆͌̕ď̶̨͓̈́̈́̓͗͑̒ ̷̢͎̲̞̯̞͔̽͛g̷̢̬̙̹̘̊i̷̡̙͈̳̽ŗ̵̘̜̣̝̮͖̖͇̈́̎̀́ļ̸͔́͗͋̋s̷̻̅̂̄̍̋͘ ̸̰͉̹̉̓͂̃̽͜w̶͈̪͂͐͑̾͛̍ͅh̸̢̪̘̠͂͂͛͑̾̇̈́̔̕͘ö̴͔̩́̀͒̑̉̕͜ ̴͍̫̝̓̔̋̃͒̈́͝d̴̰̫̹̟̣̮͖̰̽̓ö̴͍̯̯n̶̮̞̺̘͊̀͊̑̒̍̏̄̚͠'̶̞͓̟̭̝̠͙͗̔ͅt̴̩̄͜ ̴̦̓̈́̎f̸̨̮͖̮̺͓̲̘̞̣͛̈́̆̉̃̓͒̕͝͠o̸̡̮͈̰̯̊̔̓̃͛̄l̵͇͓̐̈́͒l̶̨͙̤̮͓̅̈́̊̈̃͝ö̵͈̿̂͋̏͆͊̚w̸͖̥̳̞̪͈̯̭̪̭̑̏̽̈͊͗̿̔͋͠ ̵̲͚͉̻̖̀̋́͗̋̄
̵̼̙͙͍̭̩̖͎͂ẁ̵̛͕̲̟͕̔͆̈́̉̏̀͌̆h̴̨̧̪̟͕̫́͗̊͑̐ͅã̶̮̩̝̬̤̪̠̈́̾̎̀̃͐t̶̨̢̙͚̺̲͉͉̍͋̎͆̎͑͋͜͝ͅ ̵̹̱̋̄̒̈̍̽ţ̴̘̻͚͙͕̮͐̊̃͗͘h̸̢̝̜̝͍̲̱̼͇̆͆͊̽̓̉̕͘͝è̸͍̀̊̚̕y̷̨̧͚̪̬̻͍͔̠̏̒̑͜ ̸̧̗̲̮̞͚͉̩͑̾̃͛̈́̋͗̕a̸̢͇̼͖̳̖̿̄̀ȑ̶͎̫̣͍̖͗͒̊͒̄̕͜ȩ̴̝̜̱̘͔̗̠̓̓̌͠ ̷̮̾̐̏̈́͊̎̇̽̑̽t̵̻̙̍̌̆͌̇̀̔̋o̷̧̜̟̍̈́̔́́̿͋̚l̶̛̗̹͉̩̔̏̀͌̾̉͠ͅd̷͎̱͔̟͎͋̓́̀̍ ̴̛̛̗̩̳̻̦̹̞̦̱̏́̂̄̃̔̆̂ẗ̶͚́͒̂̿̉̆͌̐̍̕o̸̯̟̟̲̤̹̫̎͜ ̴̛͇̩͈̥͕͍̪̝̍̅̊͝ͅd̴̨̝̞̣̲̟̞̍͌͌̌̀́̓͝o̶̩̫̟͈͘.̴͓̞̝̫̗͇͎̈̆͂̎̒̒̅́̆͘

but in the end, the
spider ate the butterfly.

m̶̡̨̹̥͍͍̍i̴̛̭̊̀̈́͒̽̈́̒̇͝ņ̵̻͈̘̭̈́̅̇̈́̽̉̀d̶͎͌̎͑̇̽̊̚͜ ̵͎͕̀̀͊͘̚̚s̵̱̬͉͎͔̯̫̓̔p̶̼̭̪̞̋̌̍͊̑͐̈́r̴̨̙̳̗̯̳͖̀̏͘ḛ̴̙͙̺͕͉̊͑͐͜ȧ̷̧̢̙͖̖̮̭͉͉͒̓̇̎͐̾͠ͅd̴̡̛͚͔̤͚̥̹̦̖̔̃͌̈̓́͋͑i̴̖͚̻͗́̈́̄n̶̦̬̜̦͙͕̗͖̈̆́̈́̇͘g̵̺̼̣̔̅̒̀̽̎̅̌̀ ̸͎͎͊̍̄̋̚͝͠y̴̨̢̛̙̙͙̗͒o̶̜̟̰͔̭̹̩̻͗̉̽͋͘ű̷̢͑̽̿̄̑̍͝r̶̝̘̐̀́̈̊͘͝͝͠ ̶͎̺̮̙̤̼͆̽̀̓̈͒͘ḷ̵̆̿̓̔̿͑ę̴̧̮̦͖̓͒̒̑̇̋̏͆̾͠g̴̦͑͐̽̐̀̇s̸͕̭̜̠̪̝̼̲̗̗̈ ̷̢̜̥̐̎̾́͠
̸̼̺̹̹͖̻̟́̄͆̋̌̕̕͝ͅȧ̶̧̲̙͕̤̻͖̾̑͊̆͜ ̸̞̙̠̫̦̩͔̱̂̈́̂́̀͑̏̉͛ḅ̸͈͆̾̑ͅị̸̛̘̼͍͉̜̩̳̗̊̎̏͘ţ̷̡͉̭̤͚̫̲̝̠́͆̈́̇̀ ̶̨̓̓̔̃͒̀͌͠m̷̬̣̙̗̮̏̊̃̂͑̇͂͠ỗ̶̻͚̮̪̮̦̟͙̠̇ͅr̴̛̤̪̦̼͙̻̅̑̕ḛ̸̙̬̇̽̏͛,̵̱̔̀̒̌̓̊͂̒ ̷̡͎̠̳̗̼̮̘̒͛d̸̞̮͍̟́̀͝o̶͙̺̓͋̓ļ̶̧̛͍̼̝͍͎̋̑̂̈́̎̾̿̀͠l̸̟̗̱̽͆͋̇͆ ̵͖̯͈̗̉̂̈͑̎̕͘f̶̞̘̠̩͂̀̔̀̑͗̚͘ͅa̷̧̢̧̬̭͍̱̗̒̄̅͛͊̔͐͂͘c̶̹̩̟͈̭̖̳̆̋̓̏ę̵̠͇̳̱͓̠̈́̓͗͜?̵̢̛͖̬̫̜͙͔͇͈̎̔͌̓͑́̈́̕͠

another lie was carved deep
into her haunted mind that she
swore to take to her early grave.

˗ˏˋ NEXT UP — PAINKILLERS  ˎˊ˗

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MY HEART IN THE
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fun fact: i have all
of those clothing +
accessories that i listed
that i was wearing lol

˗ˏˋ ALL OF MY LOVE 、

MRS-USHIJIMA
牛島さん ˎˊ˗