A love story I have been dying to write, a love story of death, lies, and pranks! You are (Y/N) a talented young lady who is skilled at detecting lies. (Y/N) (L/N), the Ultimate Lie Detector, you hide your identity, claiming you are instead a male; Kenji (L/N), and the Ultimate Violinist. You had landed a spot in the killing game, lucky you. Will your fate be decided first? Or will you know the horrid truth?

In the beginning, all you could see was darkness. It was as if you had faded into nothingness, the inky black hands of unconsciousness pulling you under. When you awoke, you were met with the horrifying reality of the killing game. Kids being forced to slaughter one another for the slim chance of freedom. You couldn't trust anyone, except for him. A part of you wondered if the mastermind realized the two of you knew each other, if they realized you were lovers. Did they put you together unknowingly, or had they meant to cause you despair? This was originally uploaded on Archive of Our Own, but I decided to put it on here as well!!!

ꕥ𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱ꕥ Hᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs (ʟ/ɴ)(ʏ/ɴ)<3 ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴇʀ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴋᴀᴍᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ... ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ'ʟʟ sᴘᴏɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ;) I ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ ʙᴜɴɴɪᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ! I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀɴʏ ɢʜᴏsᴛs ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ! Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ!? ◆ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❴✪❵ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ◆ Date Published: April 11, 2020 Date Completed: August 17, 2020 (A/N): The artwork in the cover is mine except the shoes and scythe, ctto. ❌Warning: This story has more angst than fluff, don't read if you're sensitive to that stuff❌

"My name is Hanako, the 7th wonder of this school! And you are....?" "I have a wish to make." Y/N cut in, forcing her fear far down. "Ah, straight to the point, are we~?" His amber eyes gleamed with interest. He floated closer to the girl. "And what would that wish be?" "Hanako-san," Y/N steadied her eyes on his wide, curious ones, making sure she sounded firm and brave. "I want you to kill me."

guilt /ɡɪlt/ a feeling of having committed wrong or failed in an obligation. (none of the characters/artwork belong to me, they belong to their respective creators)