sugoitacos

Watashi felt uncontrollably sick. Not this kuso again. Three people dying was enough, but fuck, here we go again. Why not. Other people started investigating, but I didn't care. Watashi took shelter in the corner, tucking my head in between my knees. God damn, I felt like crying. The absolute pain of seeing not one but four people I knew die was suffocating. Kiseki walked up to me, and sat down in front of me. "Daijobu?" Watashi choked on my own words, trying to speak, but unable to. If I were to talk, I would start crying. And you don't want to cry in front of someone you just met. "This was probably going to happen, regardless. This place

    Watashi ignored the newer picture sent by ???, and continued on with my day. Byakuya and Naegi being so chummy earlier started to bug me, though. Was this some weird yaoi thing? Watashi pulled out my ID, and messaged Mirai. Yume was being a shitpost, and I had no business talking to her when she’s having a mood.    Kawaii Queen: mirai!! i need ur help    Bi-Bi-Bi: tf do you need my help for    Kawaii Queen: how do anata tell if someones gay??    Bi-Bi-Bi: r u asking about togami    Kawaii Queen: how did anata know??? anata wa.... psychic desu???    Bi-Bi-Bi: hes pretty gay for egg boy    Kawaii Queen: uh.... Arigato??

AN: here watashi wa, ready to write. shit happened, but watashi wa back w a new laptop. thank fuck. this chap shouldve been up ages ago, gomen The secrets motive definitely had most of us on edge. After that mess, I took another nap, waking up at around 6 PM. I then went to the kitchen to see if I could get at some ramune, and found my boyfriend. I walked up to Byakuya, who was chatting with Naegi. "So, Naegi, Byakuya, what's shakin?" "U-uh, you should know, Kokoro-san." Naegi said, seemingly uncomfortable with my confrontation. "Kokoro, can you allow us a moment alone, please? We're discussing private matters." Byakuya stated bluntly. "Oh

He says my name is Sakurako, but I don't believe him. Sakurako Ito. He's lying. I know it. But he's the only one I know, so I have to believe him. He won't tell me his name. I don't think he can. I haven't seen his face. I haven't seen anyone's face. All I can do is sit and stare. It drives me mad. He talks to me sometimes, though. Little things. I'm too dangerous to let out, he says. He feeds me through a small hatch. It's meat. Always meat. Fresh, too. I'm sick of meat. I want ice cream. I'm sick of this place. I want to leave. I want to meet him. I want to meet others. I want to see my face. I bet I'm ugly. I bet blood stains my hands fro