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"THIS WILL BE the last time I'll see your beautiful face," you whisper right next to your rival's ear. The (R/H/C)*-haired girl trembled in fear, her tears rolling down to the side of her face. Your armed hand inched closer to her neck, plunging the tip of the knife across her throat, blood slowly pouring out, seeping across the freshly trimmed grass.
"Oi, (Y/N)!" A familiar voice yelled, causing you to snap your head towards the caller's direction. A witness, maybe?
You let out a sigh of relief. It was only Megamo, the Student Council President. The periwinkle-haired lad ran towards you with a frown on his face. He glanced towards the disturbing scene before his eyes, quickly averting his gaze from the puddle of crimson liquid.
"Have you gone mad? Killing someone in between classes?" He asked, placing his hands ontop of your shoulders.
You sigh deeply and look away. "She found out what I've been doing. I had to something quick,"
Megamo grit his teeth as his eyes glossed up. "What if someone found you? You know I can't bear to watch you go to jail!" He whisper-yells, shaking you hard as he pins you against the wall.
"You know that... I can't live without you, right, (Y/N)?" He breathed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Megamo held your wrists firmly, his lips connecting with yours. You tried to squirm out of his grasp, your eyes frantically looking at every direction from the corner of your eye.
The periwinkle-haired boy pulled away, he breathed heavily, his lungs desperate for oxygen. He stared at you with those lavender orbs, making your ears heat up.
"You should stay away... I might get some blood on you," you mumble under your breath, feeling the warmth of his breath on your neck.
Megamo's grip against your wrist loosened, leaving a faint red mark. You sighed, turning to face your rival's bloodless corpse and the pool of blood staining the grass.
The boy took a closer look at the bloody scene. "Hmm, you should be more careful when killing people. Leaving a suspicious stain will lead to a higher chance of you getting caught,"
You felt irritated that Megamo was barging in your business, but you were thankful that he cared as well.
"R-Right," you stammered, a slight blush creeping up to your cheeks. "I'll keep that it mind, I guess."
Megamo chuckled softly, he turned away and started to walk. You gasped, feeling the urge to call him again. You hesitantly took a step forward, reaching out your hand to him.
"Megamo," you call, watching as he turned back to face you with a blank face.
"Hmm?"
You froze, unsure what to say next. The fact that he's the president of the Student Council made you uneasy around him, with the murderous actions that you do. It was a surprise he hasn't exposed you yet.
You looked down to your shoes. "I want you to be frank with me," you say, his footsteps gradually getting louder.
"Why me?"
Megamo chuckled, lifting up your chin. You came face to face with a smiling president, his eyes staring directly at yours. You felt your face heat up as you try to avert your gaze from him.
"Why you, you ask?" He whispered right next to your ear. You gasped, your heart thumping inside your ribcage as you helplessly feel his hands slip underneath your bloodstained blouse.
"Megamo-"
"Shh, my sweet... you wanted me to tell you why, right?" He pressed his lips against your ear, his hands slowly making it's way to your chest. You felt hot, biting on your lips until you could taste the metallic taste of blood.
"It's because you have a lovely face," he whispered, your eyes widening at his statement.
You pushed him away, a look of hurt and confusion plastered in his face. You sank down to your knees, gripping the handle of the knife that you were holding.
"You're lying," you quietly say. "You're eventually going to expose me, are you?" You ask, your tone slowly raising.
"What are you talking abou-"
You jumped forward and aimed for Megamo's neck, but he grabbed ahold of your wrist and managed to give him a small slice on his cheek instead.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to fight your armed hand.
"I can't take any chances. You're setting me up, am I right?" You hissed, anger seeping into your voice. You gasped as he pinned you down, snatching the knife from your grasp.
"Tsk, you never learn to trust me, do you, (Y/N)?" He laughed. You glared at him from the corner of your eye. Seeing him calm right after you just tried murdering him fazed you.
You scoffed. "I'm just following what my instinct tells me to do,"
Megamo tilted his head over to the side. "Instinct..?"
"I'm a murderer. There's no way I'd let a witness run off scott-free," you spat out bitterly, your hands balling into fists.
Megamo loosened his grip on you. He kept on switching glances between your dirty face and the bloody knife with an unreadable expression.
"You really have trust issues, huh?" He asks in a nonchalant tone, sitting in front of you. You nod slowly, the taste of dirt in your mouth making you gag.
"Well, would I gain your trust if I help you dispose of the body?"
You looked at him in disbelief. His lips tugged a sweet smile, making your heart thump again.
"You don't have to do that..." you mumbled, your face heating up in embarrassment. "Just don't tell anyone. THEN I'll trust you,"
Megamo chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek gently. "I won't, I promise."
"Also," you say, catching his attention once more.
He grunted, continuing to stroke your cheek with a dreamy smile on his face.
"You're horrible at impersonating Mr. Rana and Rito. Drop the sexy act,"
Megamo laughed, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "I will,"
