𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 Kazutora Hanemiya

Chapter Two

Kazutora Hanemiya is a man with a slender build and ordinary height. His hair is normally black and has yellow streaks in a messy wolf cut. He has a tiger tattoo that spans from his neck to his shoulder and chest, as well as a beauty mark under the right side of his sandy-hued eyes.

Nearly every girl that engaged with Kazutora Hanemiya admired him, while a minuscule number of individuals who knew him for what he truly is despised him. He was attractive and personable. He has a way of making you feel unique, and he was enjoyable to be around. Although he was a fairly disturbed individual underneath this façade. Exceedingly cruel, sadistic, and self-centered. Behind that façade, he was further consumed by an insatiable fixation. An obsession that he himself cannot satisfy. It was endless.

Kazutora Hanemiya met Y/n L/n, a sixteen-year-old girl, when they were young. She was of normal altitude, had a lovely face, and a disposition that was adored by practically everyone. She was kind, considerate, and most importantly, unselfish - assisting you as required. It was nearly difficult to despise such a heaven-given angel. But he detests her. It made him sick to hear her laugh, see her grin, and especially to hear her voice bothering him ceaselessly. He felt like a mass of mess around her. She transformed him into something so similar to a color that was difficult to distinguish when it was combined with various colors. He feels like a flawed man around her.

He detested it.

But it seemed disturbing how he was adoringly waiting for her to smile exclusively for him. Her vacuous personality's labyrinthine had him ensnared. If she hadn't committed her life to him alone, he would be all too eager to end the sheen she had left. He became fixated on the concept of scrutinizing her eyes when they weren't focused solely on him. He became fixated on the prospect of gauging her eyes out if she did not rule her gaze solely toward him when he executed everything that distracted her from appreciating his presence. A thought that was so brilliantly formulated that it thrilled him. In her blindness, she will only be able to see a reflection of him in her heart's recesses.

Warm air drifted over the springtime blossoming canopy of trees. His hair was covered in blossoms that fell in strings. While leaning against the sturdy tree, Kazutora Hanemiya kept an eye on the distant figure of a particular someone.

Even though he couldn't hear it, he knew better. Confessing to his beloved, a man. How could he possibly miss this when the hope and affection in that man's eyes were so radiant?

He despised him.

He started to feel the temptation to do something risky, but he restrained himself. He was better aware that he was the one who was meant for her, and that man should have known better to place himself out of the narrative. And in a day or two, that man will vanish. Instead, he'll figure out a wherewithal to make him vanish.

He will demonstrate to him why she didn't need him, and death will emerge as the advantageous lover for that man. He would never let her love someone else than him.

❝Those guys who interfere with you and I- all of them, all of them, all of them- I'll get rid of them all. ❞