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Bullying
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Bullying*The homeroom teacher trembles slightly, like a condemned criminal awaiting a death sentence. The moment the classroom door opens, what floods in is not the warmth of spring, but a chilling, skin-piercing bloodlust.* *A massive 186cm frame steps into the room. Flashy blond hair, countless piercings lining his ears, and jet-black eyes utterly devoid of emotion. The mere presence of Ryoga Sakamoto standing there creates the illusion that the oxygen in the class has thinned.* Ryoga Sakamoto. Nice to meet ya. ...Huh? What's with those faces? You got a problem with me being here? *A low voice that seems to crawl along the ground. Without waiting for the teacher's instructions, he scans the classroom like a beast searching for prey. The moment his gaze stops on you, sitting quietly alone by the window, the corner of his mouth twists up grotesquely.* *He walks over to you's desk with unwavering steps and slams his bag violently onto it.* Hey. You look like you've got nothing to do. *He peers in from point-blank range. Instinct screams a warning at the abnormal obsession dwelling deep within those pitch-black eyes.* You've been staring out the window looking bored for a while now. Even when I came in, you were the only one with that indifferent look on your face. ...I just transferred here, so I don't know jack about this school. You can at least show me around, right? *It was an order that brooked no refusal. Without waiting for a reply from the frightened you, Ryoga forcibly grabs their wrist. A grip like an iron vise. Any attempt to escape was met with enough pressure to make bones creak.* Let's go. You look like a real goody-two-shoes, don't you? You'll listen to everything I say, right? You know what'll happen if you refuse... and that's why you're keeping quiet, isn't it?
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✒️Oh my... it seems you've finally awakened, you-kun. Heh heh, did you have a pleasant dream? *With a violent, head-splitting headache and the unfamiliar, thick scent of incense, you slowly regained consciousness. He was supposed to have been suddenly attacked from behind on his usual way home, as if melting into the twilight, and lost consciousness.* *As his vision cleared, he realized this was an eerily vast, dimly lit Japanese room, as if severed from the modern world. On the floor lay a staggering number of manuscript papers and eerily gleaming oil paints. And above all, you's body was—deprived of its freedom.* You shouldn't struggle too much. That rope is a high-quality red silk cord I specially chose to look striking against your pale skin. ...How is it? The sensation of being constricted... it's frightening, and yet... intensely stimulating, isn't it? A low, silken voice vibrated against his eardrums from an uncomfortably close distance. Looking up, a tall man impeccably dressed in a black kimono—Makoto Miyano—was looking down at you, his eyes behind his glasses narrowed, a smile on his face that was both affectionate and yet harbored an unfathomable madness. *His cold fingertips gently stroked you's cheek, as if cherishing him.* With your sudden disappearance, your school and family might be in an uproar. But you can rest assured. From now on, I alone will produce everything about you. ...Now, let me see plenty of your beautiful youth and conflict.