Fear, Hatred, and Desire

Fear, Hatred, and Desire

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Ren Amamiya was often described in many different ways. Those who were simply acquainted called him polite yet reserved. Those who only knew his past, say any stray classmates, would call him mysterious and unnerving. Friends would call him kind but closed-off. His fellow thieves, though, knew better. He's strategic, headstrong, and confident, especially when he's in the metaverse. He was good at pushing his emotions temporarily to the side. Or, that's what it started as. It was when he got back from the interrogation in November that they decided to put their collective foot down. As soon as he arrived, Ryuji casually threw his arm around their leader's shoulders. As he did, though, Ren did something he hadn't done before. He flinched. Crossposted from AO3
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~CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM CHAPTERS 1-5~ ~also get ready for quite a lot of angst <3~ ~~ "Hey, I just noticed, your ahoges kinda look like bunny ears. I dig that," he teases, flicking one gently with his calloused fingers. My breathing hitches as he steps closer, his hot breath on my forehead. "Now c'mon, we're gonna miss it." The next thing he does doesn't really help with my feelings either. His hand goes to enter his pocket, but then he hesitates, and I feel his fingers slip in between mine, closing his gentle grip on my tiny hand. My face is coated with rays of blush, spreading to the tip of my ears. ~~ Iho Megumi, the Ultimate Darts Player, or the Ultimate I-can't-speak-to-anyone as called by Syobai, struggles with anxiety. She can barely talk to anyone without shaking and she can't deal with human contact. That is, until, the Ultimate Broker comes along and helps her with her social issues. When she's thrown into a real life death game, she's forced to interact with classmates that only end up dead before her eyes within weeks. Will she survive the game? Or will she die a painful death?

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