#litostleviathan

verbrecherin started following you

gazopucha started following you

litost-leviathan started following you

lnfam started following you

kunshu started following you

Regardless of the intrusion, he's less annoyed by the break-ins he's been facing lately-- after all, he's now a leader; as such, he must face the people that remain, friends or foes.

It doesn't necessarily means he'll do it nicely, though.

Sighing, he halts on his previous activities to regard the stranger with a terrible posture and a look so soft it seemed borderline bored.

  "...To what do I owe the visit?"

To be called out to in such a world, even if it wasn't by name, concerned Sayaka. Could she really trust anyone now? Could she rely her worries onto another person, even after the betrayal she laid upon herself to get out of that school? For now... She decided to trust them to the extent of greetings. That couldn't be... Too harmful, right?

"Tsk tsk. For shame, Haga-chan! And I thought I had a lazy streak~!"

Our characters are in a dating game and they are a love interest for each other. Send ❤ for our muse’s Good End. Send ✚ for our muse’s Bad End.

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Good end:

When he confesses that you're all he can think about, you don't quite know what you're feeling. Your heart twists inside its ribcage, but your mind is apt enough to encourage not to take it in...any silly ways. Of course he thinks about you. You've left enough scars and tormented him with your words enough for that to be natural-- and he's done the very same, so there's no need to think of anything else.

Oh, but he decides to go on, despite your silence. He tells you that he hates you, he truly does, but in a way that he can't imagine ever feeling as strongly for anyone else. He respects you, he feels everything one could ever feel for someone--

And he extends his hand. 'Will you allow me to join you in your crusade?' he asks, dead-serious, because he knows exactly what he's talking about. Because he's smart enough to get that he's giving his life-ling purposes away. 

For a moment, you are silent. You entertain the idea; you'd be lying if you said this was the first time you did so, and you imagine drowning the world by his side. You imagine everything you ever wanted, plus a partner-- someone finally on par with you, someone who could grow to finally get you, someone you could maybe not dispose of once you grow bored...

And you smile.

And you reach.

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Bad end:

You really, really should've seen this one coming.

Luck is always on his side, isn't it? Even when you're the better athlete, the overall better opponent, he seems to hit the right spots when provoked, when making use of a weapon he simply picked out of his kitchen cabinet.

It's all infuriating, but you somehow find the force to smirk at it all. It's so ironic, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

He looms over you, looking as exhausted as you feel. All your decisions have brought you here, lying face-up at his feet, and he closes the distance, placing pale hands around your neck. Pressing.

'It had to be this way,' He tells you. 'For everything's sake-- for hope...'

Yet...his resolve seems just as tired as he looks. It's more like he's trying to convince himself that what he's doing is right.

You are chocking. What was once your voice and breathing are now a collection of illegible sounds, trying to tell him the usual. How stupid he is. How naive. 

Of course this is right.

By the time your vision is growing blurry, you think he's still speaking. Are those his lips, moving along the lines of--?

[ごめんなさい]

...Ah.

[beautiful]

She’s one of the few people in this world who actually manages to get him angry on sight because he finds their relationship to be one based on treason. Like, every incarnation of Enoshima Junko and p much every other despaired/mastermind sort of wears their identity on their sleeve or he’s able to find quickly enough, but Asahina actually fooled him, and  he can’t have that. He can’t have thinking of someone as sweet and innocent and nice and then turn out to be someone working under what he thinks is, the sake of nothing but the disgusting despair he hates as much.