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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
Author's Note: Cussing. Profanities. Angst. Some spoilers from both the manga and the second season of the anime. Credits to the owner of this GIF.
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MIKEY
MY LIFE took a dark turn after Y/N's untimely death.
The memory of holding my wife's lifeless body in my arms, her blood covering my hands, was etched vividly in my mind. I tearfully kissed her farewell on her cold, bloody lips as my heart dropped and broke into pieces. The loss of the only woman I deeply cared about left me wallowing in despair and broken beyond repair. A part of me had died along with her.
I was so close to having her for a lifetime and yet, tragedy struck. The hopes and dreams we had for our future, everything was shattered in a heartbeat. Even our unborn child was also robbed of their chance to see the world and experience life. Nothing could ever bring the dead back to life.
Was this the work of my karma?
In the repercussions of the tragedy, I immersed myself deeper into the world of crime and sought solace through brutality and committing more heinous acts. I abandoned the last shreds of my humanity and let myself drown in darkness, allowing it to consume what was left of my sanity.
Every day felt like a constant struggle with the world that had forsaken me. Y/N was my only light to turn my life into a new leaf and yet, they took that hope away from me. With Y/N dead, I lost my purpose and will to live. Her death was my last straw as I was now living in a hollow shell of what I used to be. I became a lost soul, wandering aimlessly into the depths of my dark world.
As to those who were held accountable for my wife's demise, I made sure they all paid the hefty price. I wanted them to suffer worse than death itself that they wished they had never been born. Their terrifying screams and their continuous begs for mercy were music to my ears as I tortuously delivered their punishment. Why would I spare them? I was no saint to begin with. They did not deserve any ounce of my sympathy. I would stop at nothing just to achieve the bloodbath that they all started.
They all deserved to fucking die.
However, no amount of retribution could ease the emptiness in my heart left by Y/N's absence. No woman could ever replace the love and warmth my wife had brought into my life. There were times I would dream of her as if she were still with me, only for those beautiful dreams to turn into horrifying images of her bloody corpse, blaming me for failing to protect her and our child.
Thus, I endured many sleepless nights because of that guilt, a constant reminder of the consequences of my past actions. I was haunted by the painful memories of her tragic death day by day.
And so, the bearable days turned into agonizing months.
My conscience continued to spiral into madness as I embraced the darkness that was now defining me. I had become a prisoner of my own demons and was far beyond redemption. I knew there was no turning back from the dark path I had chosen. I thought I had nothing to lose anyway.
