#inluck asks

8. be wildly attracted to you for a week

"...Ah, Hinata-kun? I hope you don't mind my asking, but do you realize... that you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen?"

15. think you’re trying to kill me for 2 days

"H...Hinata-kun?"

"…Ah, Otonashi-san? In all honesty, I didn’t think much of her, despite that she held a Super High School Level title. She was quite the strange person, and her condition could be called interesting… but she couldn’t really do much like that, could she?"

"…But the truth is… she’s not supposed to even be here, correct? There isn’t any student by the name of Otonashi Ryouko, after all! It had always bothered me, but I did realize… although it took a while, being so incompetent."

A kiss on the nose

"E-Eh? Is that fine?" Komaeda mumbled, uncertain if someone like him should be able to kiss her on the nose.

"You can’t seriously be saying you didn’t expect this."

» For a moment, the tall boy raised an eyebrow as he stared down at the enigma known as Enoshima Junko, crumpled before him on the ground. He then settled for brushing aside his white hair that had gotten in his line of sight, his previous expression gone with the wind and replaced by a completely disgusted one.

"…Don’t misunderstand," he barked at her now-frail figure. "I absolutely… absolutely detest you. Not ever would I hesitate to rid of your existence if I were given the chance, and it just so happens to be that I was fortunate enough to receive that chance.”

» It was actually quite laughable. That the symbol and embodiment of absolute despair would fall to his hands. Despite having shot her— yes, he had done just that, the gun still smoking from its tip in his hand, his finger still on the trigger and prepared to pull it at a moment’s notice— Komaeda wasn’t the least concerned of the consequences. Rather, he was overjoyed… no, that wasn’t the word. Anyone looking at him would think he seemed a bit indifferent, and that might have been true. But the truth was, he felt quite satisfied. That an existence and a wasted life of human garbage such as himself could be of use to the talented symbols of hope that would lead the world to greatness— he was content to be able to finish off the source of all his hatred.

» He hated it. Despair. And so he loathed Enoshima herself. He didn’t feel a bit of remorse at his deed. Murder wouldn’t be tolerated, of course, so he would have to face some trouble. That’s right… there was no way he would be thanked for his accomplishment, especially not from the others he had wished to assist. Enoshima’s actions and interference had led to a world falling to such chaos; it was too far-gone to mend. Why had he shot her? What was the point…? The world couldn’t be saved— it would fall back into the hands of the talentless, and those with talent would make sure to bring it to meet its end. Any others would fail… isn’t that right? Isn’t that just how it was? Could this despair truly lead to the light he believed to be hope?

"…Ha."

» He narrowed his eyes, a smile creeping onto his face. It wasn’t until that very moment that he had realized the entirety of his situation. Yes… he had done it. He had taken down the mastermind with his own hands! With that revelation, he pulled back the hand with the gun in it, loosening his finger to twirl it along with the gun itself, and kicked Enoshima in the gut. She was probably too prideful to let out any groans of pain in her last moments, but her pained expression as she lay in that pool of blood was enough gratification for him.

"Ha…hahaha… Hahahaa… Hahahahahahaa…! I’ve done… it… at least… With my own hands, I’ve… I…" his voice trailed off, as Komaeda was so overcome with emotion. But it felt strange.

"…"

» Komaeda didn’t quite understand… he felt strange. He felt thrilled, of course, but at the same time… there was something strange. Could it be… he was at the end of his rope because of his own actions? He didn’t understand… and so he dropped the gun and merely listened to it clatter on the ground, splashing slightly in that blood that had once belonged to the leader of Super High School Level Despair.

"…Oh? Oh… oh, oh…" he echoed, removing his foot from her gut and placing it firmly beneath him. "Oh?" Although he continued questioning himself aloud, Enoshima had taken her last breath and fallen into a deep sleep called death… She had attempted to struggle, but it was no use, and yet she now looked peaceful. How frustrating.

"…Hahaha… That’s strange— Aah, isn’t that… strange?" he continued.

Did I… hate you? Hmm, that’s strange… Ah, but of course I did!

"Of course I did!" Komaeda made sure to shout it to reassure himself. It was true… and yet he doubted his own voice, because he came to the realization that there was no hope left for him. 

» The tall, white-haired boy gazed down at the shorter girl collapsed before him, more than aware that what he was holding in his hand was a gun, which had smoke rising from it. He didn’t even blink, nor did his arm tremble as he loosened his finger on the trigger of the gun, and he never once let his eyes trail away from her— rather, he focused his gaze on the blood that began pooling beneath her.

"…Ha," he wheezed quietly. He had just murdered someone in cold blood. It wasn’t just anyone, either— it was the Super High School Level Gamer, one of the students he had revered so much for her potential to achieve the greatest hope.

"To be honest… I didn’t actually think I would do it, either. Then again, who knows for sure…?" He chuckled, his eyes devoid of emotion despite the uncomfortably casual smile plastered on his face.

» Why did he shoot her? He must have had a reason for it. Indeed, he only had one motive by which he would act. If she proved a nuisance in his plans, Komaeda had no choice but to dispose of her in order to advance them, for the sake of everyone else. Yes, it wasn’t something for which he would be thanked… but he didn’t need that. He didn’t like this, either, of course. Why sacrifice the life of someone so talented over his own, worthless existence? But it didn’t matter anymore.

"It may sound a tad cliché by now, Nanami-san… but you understand, don’t you?” He paused to take a deep breath. “It was all… for the sake of hope!”

» The very thought of that had excited him. Yes, he would continue on, in order to bear witness of that bright, shining hope that awaited the rest of the students! A loss here and there couldn’t compare to the results. That’s how it always was. Just like his own luck…

» He chuckled quietly, letting out a wheeze. His laughter grew louder every moment Nanami struggled— she had tried to lift her arm, raising it to reach out to him, as if she wanted to reprimand him— something he perhaps deserved. After a while, her arm fell to the ground, landing in the ever-expanding pool of crimson— ah, but in that light along with the hue of her hair, it appeared to be a shade of cerise. Were it not such a disappointment, Komaeda might have found it beautiful… Aah.

"Ha…ahahaa…! Hahahaa… Hahahahahahahaaahahaa!" He dropped the gun, raising a hand to his face, unable to contain his delight.

» ...Well. That was subtle.

"I suppose it can't be helped..."