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Ongoing, First published Jun 25
Matsushita Enji and Banda Sunato were never supposed to cross paths. EVER. 

One is a strategic, manipulative genius with a taste for mind games, he finds all of this exciting loving the thrill of playing around with people's minds...

The other is a quiet, dangerous man who thrives on breaking people down, physically and mentally... A literal murderer in disguise. 

In a world with no deadly games, no Borderlands, and not legal murder, they still find themselves drawn to each other like a battle they can't quit.

Everyone around them thinks they're toxic. Maybe they are.

No. 

They definitely are, in a weird... obsessive and competitive way.. Every toxic trait you can imagine, they both probably have most of them. 

And they are absolutely hooked on each other. 

This isn't love.
It's something far more dangerous than that... 

They both know it, but that's... exactly where they want to be. And that's exactly what keeps them together.
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Reika Ishigami was the kind of boy people stared at - not because he sought attention, but because his presence quietly demanded it. With hair like black silk cascading past his waist and eyes the color of storm-lit steel, Reika didn't look like someone who belonged in a hospital bed or a back alley. He looked like a ghost from another world - soft, ethereal, and entirely out of place. His slender frame and delicate features often led people to mistake him for a girl, a misconception he'd long since stopped correcting. Let them think what they want - it kept the dangerous ones from underestimating him. Under the pale skin and graceful movements, though, was a survivor. Years of living on the streets had forged his body into something light and fast. He was flexible, agile, and knew how to hit where it hurt. His knuckles weren't scarred, but they were practiced. He could leap from rooftops, weave through crowds, disappear when needed - and fight when there was no other choice. He didn't talk much. When he did, his words were short, sharp, and usually laced with sarcasm. Trust didn't come easy - but if you earned it, Yuki would defend you like a wild animal guarding its last patch of warmth. He had no memories of his mother, only a name on a worn-out birth certificate. But when Byakuya Ishigami stepped into that room and broke down at the sight of him - eyes wide with disbelief and grief - something shifted. For the first time in his life, someone cried for him, not because of him. Now, suddenly part of a family he never knew existed, living under a roof instead of a tarp, with a boy his age who looked at him like he was a walking piece of the past... Reika wasn't sure what to do with any of it. He was a stray cat with a warm home and no idea how to stop flinching at kindness. But for the first time in a long time... He didn't feel entirely alone.