Isora felt like he was losing his mind.
He had always known that his feelings for his classmate were a bit... intense, but ever since the game started, he felt himself spiraling out of control. He felt like he was a passenger in his own body. His father, and then his brother... The same guy who pushed Isora on the swings, and taught him how to play basketball. The guy that let Isora sleep in his bed when he was too scared to sleep on his own, and the guy that picked Isora up from school when their parents couldn't make it...
Sure, Isora hadn't actively killed Kousuke. Kousuke hung himself. But Isora was the reason. While he hadn't felt anything right away, he could feel bits and pieces of himself breaking down, dissolving into ash and leaving no trace of his former self.
Gone was the confident and charming basketball player that helped the school win the championships. Gone was the teen that seemed to win everybody's hearts, eager to help and wanting for his crush's attention innocently.
The Isora now was a husk of his former self.
He supposed it was true what they said: death really brings out people's real personalities.
Deep down, Isora knew how fucked up it was to give her a bear with a camera and microphone in it. And he knew it was fucked up to hide cameras throughout her abode. He tried to convince himself it was for her own safety, but Isora knew the truth. It wasn't for her safety. Not anymore. It was for Isora.
It was all for Isora.
It frustrated him to no end. Isora did everything for her. Ever since the game started, he had been looking out for her. He killed his father. He protected her from Jinsei, and gave her the bear, and killed his own brother. He was doing this all for her, and yet she still didn't look his way the way he wanted her to. The look in her eyes wasn't love or affection, but fatigue and distrust.
Why couldn't she notice him the way he noticed her?
Clenching his jaw, Isora's forehead throbbed with the warning of an incoming migraine as he watched Hanami swoop in and kiss the girl of his dreams. That should be him. Not her!
And worst of it all was that she didn't even push Hanami away!
This was all wrong. It was wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong w̸̷̴̷̴̴̶̴̴̸̸̷̦͖̤̲̞̰̜̱̘̼̮͙̃̈́̀̀̅̀͒̽̾̓̃̌̈́̈́̽̆͘͝͝r̷̴̵̵̷̸̷̴̵̶̶̸̶̶̨̳͉͕̜̮͇̟̠͙̺̩̠̹̞̦̮̦͋́͗̾̈̓̾̑͌͗̎͋̽̃̏̎̆͘͜ơ̴̸̷̴̴̵̶̶̵̷̶̴̴̵̶̧͈̝̣̣̗͙͎͖̜̟̲̣̹̳͈̼̰̭͂͒̃̐͒̑̏͆͆͌͒̓̚͘̚͜͝͝͝ͅn̸̷̸̴̵̷̸̵̶̶̵̴̸̷̴̸̴̸̸̵̶̨̥̼̝̣̤͎͖̞͉͙̯̙̟̭͎͚͚͈̰̳̪͖̳͓̠̩̰̖̰̟͒̾̒͐̊͆̑̊͆̿͒͗͒̆̀͛̇́̒̐̒͐͘̕͜͝ͅg̵̷̶̸̷̶̴̵̶̴̴̶̷̵̸̷̵̶̷̸̵̵̨̡̨̛̛̰̗̜̗̝̹̩͍͈̥̳̞̱͈͎͚͓̲̮̯͙̤͓͓̈́̒̅͌̅̅̈́͊̅̒͆̔̂̾͐̽̆͒̔̒̎̊͗́̄̾̕͘͠͝͝͝ ̴̷̸̶̴̸̶̴̴̸̸̴̸̴̴̷̸̶̵̴̧̧̨̡̳͔̰͕̗̥̲̭͖̦̼̘̹͈̹͔͎̐͒͗̽̌͛͌̍̃̍̍͆̀̎̈́̓͐͗̀́̀̎͛̽́̔͗̇̚̕͜͝͝͝ẇ̸̵̸̸̵̸̵̷̴̵̸̴̵̸̵̸̸̸̴̷̵̵̵̵̴̴̵̷̵̷̵̨̛̛̤͎̩̖̤̳͈̠̻̩͖̥̠͇̼̻͍̦̹̻̰̬͈̖̝̖͕͚͍͉̱̦̦͇͍̖͈̖̅̄͐̇͋̒͊̉̀̑̑͂̾̉̊̂͛̓̍̔̅̃̊̄̄̓́̄̅̐͑̃̽̚̕̕̕̕͜͠͠͠͝͠ͅͅr̴̵̵̷̵̷̶̸̷̸̸̵̸̵̴̵̴̴̵̵̴̶̶̶̵̸̷̸̷̸̷̶̨̨̧̨̡̢̢̛̰̥̱̰̖̻͎̣͇̻͚̥̙̰̞̯̞̟̗̜̮͈̱͚͖͈͍̟͕̯̙̺̰̩̭̩͕̩̖̈́̍̐̒̍̈́̄̀͛̋̒͗͂̍̆͂̊̑̒̊͗̂͆̽̋̾͗̎̀͒̊̃̉͊͆̒́̒͘͝͝͝͝ò̵̶̶̸̵̵̶̧̯͓̳̣͈͚̪̯͑̀̒̾͂̕ņ̸̴̴̵̷̵̵̶̵̸̵̴̷̸̷̵̴̸̴̵̷̸̸̸̸̵̵̶̢̢̼̫̞̗̗̲̬̦̞̦̤̙̬̙͉͕̗̭̩̜̘̼͔̹̜̗̣̗̰̻̜̏͐͑̈̍̈́͐́͂̿̎̔͗̀̒̀͌͛̈́̄̂̒̉̅͌͒̐͌̆͛̃́͆̋̔̇̉̊̉̕͘̕͜͝ͅg̸̷̷̶̶̷̵̴̸̸̵̵̵̷̴̶̵̸̷̴̵̵̷̴̢̨̨̧̛̝̼̲̙̜͕͉̬͇̹̫̹̟̟̺̘̠̥̯͖͕̺̼̮̺̝̥̘̦͎̪̅̍͌̊̈́̑̇͋̌̒̂̾̿̄̐̆̈̀̓̓̐̉̚͘͜͝͝ͅͅͅ ̶̴̸̸̷̷̶̶̵̵̷̷̶̴̸̸̸̶̷̷̵̵̴̴̶̷̶̷̡̢̧̦͈̙̬̝͈̻͈͎͉̱͓̯̹̰͕̱̖͎̣̱̦̰̹̯̱͓̰̥͇͙͇͓͔̣̠̟̻͚̊͛̑̒͒͂͛̒́̈̍́͐̃̂͌́̽̔́̑̈́̓̈̐̀̍͐̂̒̚̚̚̕͝͠Ẅ̶̵̴̷̴͈͈̯̦͌̃̉͘ͅR̵̷̴̷̴̴̴̶̸̶̸̸̸̴̸̸̵̴̴̴̶̶̴̵̡̗̯̱̫̫̣̲̩̯͈̜͖̗̫̟̺̬̳͈͕̲͚̹̭̦̼̤̩͇͒̓́́̄͛͋̒̃̂̐̅̒̾̓̆̀̈́̒̋̈́̈́̐̓͋̉̋̓̍̑̆̽̑̚̕̚̕Ǒ̵̴̶̵̸̵̸̶̶̶̸̵͍͓̯̱̝̤̲̲̣̗͕̻̟̠̬͕̫̀̾̅̃̆̈́̋̈́̀͆̎̾͗N̸̵̷̶̵̵̴̷̶̷̵̴̵̷̸̵̴̵̶̢̧̢̛̛͔̩͓̹̰͈̜̺͓̞͈̳̲̟̩͇͔̭͎͚̯̗̤͎͕̈́́̈̍̆̎̂̈́̀̿͌͂̆̽̿̿̎̿̇̚͝ͅG̷̵̷̶̴̴̸̶̶̴̶̴̶̴̵̵̵̶̸̴̴̷̷̵̷̷̨̣̯̫͍͖̫͕̳̙̙̣̤̲̠̱͍͎̫͚͇͔̘̲̞͓͕͓̹̤̦̪̘̓̾̿͆̈́̃͋̎͆̀̔̎̀͊̒͊̓͒̍́́͗̆̇͂͆̐̈́͊̊̈́̾̃̇̒͝͝͝͠ͅ ̴̴̴̷̶̷̶̷̵̸̸̴̸̴̵̵̵̶̵̸̴̸̴̸̧̨̢̛̣̗̻̘̟̞̞̯̭̳̙̜̩͕͖̥̬͇̤̗̯͍̗̱͔̞͕̰͓̼̯̙̐̅̇͊̄͛͋͋̐̀̌̋͑͋͋̓͌̏̃̆͗́̈͌̃̐͒̿̕̚ͅW̶̴̶̴̵̷̴̷̴̸̵̸̸̷̵̴̨̡̨̛̻̖͈̟͔͍̜̼͕̜̭̟̳̲̞̜̯̰͕͖̃̌̀̀̌̐͐̅̆̏́̓̾͑̕̕̕͝ͅṘ̸̷̴̴̵̷̴̴̸̶̵̷̸̥̗̺͖͇̙̣̩͉̭̗͉̝̀̀͌̀̌̔̑́̍̈́̊̀̃̔̀̃̊͜͠͠O̵̵̶̸̵̸̙͙̪̟̪̻͚͛́̄͊̈̎N̷̶̶̸̵̷̸̵̷̴̶̷̴̷̴̷̶̷̢̡̡̡̘̻̮̲̰̼̜̗̤͚̪̼̯̜̖̞̫͈͍̤͙̪̝̎͛͆̊͑͑͊̂̀͆̑͆͋́͐͛͂̄̅̕͜͝G̸̵̷̵̶̷̷̸̸̨̧̛̟̪̫̣̼̳̬̗͓͗̊̓̂̿͛̉̈́̕͝—̸̶̵̴̵̶̸̸̶̶̵͔̜̱͕͖̫̮͕̮̪͓͐̂͌͗͂͌̓̐̒̇̓̈͋̚̚͜͠
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Demise Game
Romance(yandere! Reverse harem! Dandy's word x Fem! Reader) Ten years after a group of high-schoolers were brutally slaughtered, Tokiwadai Journalism Club sets out to uncover the truth. However, some things were not meant to be uncovered, and [Y/n] finds t...
