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This game is sooo awesomeeee~

mark zuckerlings

Someone that knows Anime plz contact me just anything plz I'm bored I would love to rp

I need to draw more

so…imma start by using bases and drawing characters for them! You can give me suggestions if you like!

Why 1980-s student council members look like butches to me

Some yansim art

Are there any proshipper yansim fans on tumblr, who like doing yansim rewrites and redesigns. Most of the people I've seen are like, heavy antis. And I don't really like It.

i fucking hate this game

proshitters piss off 😝😝

Student Council Secrets.

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1980's! Student Council x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, fingering, katoptronophilia (arousal of having sexual activities in front of a mirror), degradation, hair pulling, spanking.

Summary: You study in deep thought your affairs with the members of the student council.

W/C: 1.3k+

You’ve always had a way of getting what you wanted, but being in the student council, you had to use less abrasive methods for your fellow student council members as opposed to how you operated in previous schools.

Joze Shiuba.

A most certainly endearing underclassman, being foreign obviously having helped in catching your eye. Your advances towards him were subtle enough to go unnoticed, unnoticed to everyone but him, after all, his youth didn’t help given the situation. You were pleasantly surprised when you caught him covering his lower region after having asked him to stay once one of the meetings was over. Everything else escalated rather quickly, leading you to learn how much of a pleaser he is.

You let out another audible breath, your legs spreading further open to welcome the soft hand between them. A small moan resonates from your throat while you lean back onto your arms, hands placed flat behind you as you remain sat between Joze’s opened legs, his clothed erection pressing against your bottom. His free hand gives your thigh small squeezes, taking advantage of the position of your legs resting over his own with little worry of someone walking in the student council room and peeking over the desk to spot you on the floor.

He focuses his middle and ring fingers to continue to curl against your g-spot with his thumb rubbing soft circles on your clit, just the way you taught him, all while remaining painfully hard in his pants. You reach for the zipper of his pants only for him to gently push your hand away, distracting you with a harsh stroke at the spongy spot of your soft inner walls, pushing you closer to your orgasm. “You não have to…” He quietly speaks, his words reminding you of how he mixes languages when he’s flustered.

Ken Kyonashima

A handsome young man who was quite easy to get acquainted with, though unfortunately, suffers from a bad case of obliviousness. He’s the only target you needed to be bold with, though of course; privately. Your most difficult case… as well as misleading. It was quite the surprise that as soon as you cracked him, he demonstrated that he knew exactly what to do, showing you that despite being obvious, he’s far from innocent, and calling him inexperienced would be a mistake…

You run your hands over the bare skin of his naked back, your legs moving over his own to pull him closer while his lips detach from yours to press heated kisses along your neck. His hips continue to softly move against your own, grinding onto you with the tip of his length prodding inside you. Your back arches off the floor, his arm hooking under it to pull you closer to him, pressing your stomachs together.

His other arm lowers himself closer to you, nearly letting his whole weight down on you to press your bodies which were stripped naked despite being in a classroom. With an arm wrapped around his back, your free hand trails over to his shoulder, continuing a path over his stretched arm to meet with his hand which is quick to take a hold of yours, locking its fingers with yours.

Reiichi Tanaami.

A cold and reserved attractive upperclassman who would’ve been impossible to break if he hadn’t already had an eye on you judging by the glances he’d steal at you. He was quite bold himself at the time you initially preyed on him. It ended up turning into a short-lived game in which you constantly misled him to frustrate him. He was quick to shut you off by saying he had no interest in games and straightforwardly asked if your wants were mutual or not.

A shaky breath leaves through your parted lips while your eyes flutter shut, remaining on your side with an arm folded under your head to cushion it from the firm movements against your body. “It seems someone’s enjoying themselves.” Reiichi comments with amusement, eyeing your pleased smile to which you respond with a moan while he somehow maintains his composure, though you know he’s having a difficult time controlling himself as well.

He holds onto your leg with a hand to keep it in place over his shoulder for a better angle while thrusting himself into you in a quick and steady pace, trying to keep the noise of skin on skin as minimum as possible. A hand instinctively goes over your stomach when he delivers a sudden harsh thrust, reminding you of his reach at your cervix before returning to press on it softer.

Daisaku Aragaki.

An enticing young man with an alluring dangerous persona despite his efforts to make up for his previous mistakes. A truly unique case; one that had you trailing after, following after, begging…all while he seemed to get off on it. He was the one to be constantly luring you in with false hopes only to leave you wanting- needing for more to which he only responded to once you became desperate enough.

“Look at you.” Daisaku speaks as you moan loudly, thankful for school hours being long over, leaving you free to let loose in the empty restrooms where he has you bent over one of the sinks. “Filthy girl.” He smirks before landing a harsh slap on your ass, his brutal pace punishing your hips which are already growing sore. His hand takes a hold of your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at yourself in the mirror as you cry out.

“Harder!” You plead while he hammers the tip of his member against your cervix, his heavy balls slapping onto your clit as his free hand squeezes one of your ass cheeks in a bruising grip. “You’re disgusting,” He leans down to press his lips to your ear. “You think I don’t know you're fucking those other guys?” His words make your breath hitch in your throat. “This is all you're good for, slut.”

~*~

You’re shaken back to reality by a hand on your forearm, having you looking over to the source with a clueless expression. “What is it?” You ask. “I called your name twice.” Reiichi removes his hand from your arm while you remember you’re in a meeting. Clearing your throat, you compose yourself to keep the formal facade for the time being and excuse yourself. “My apologies, my mind was elsewhere.” Your eyes trail to the pot of tea at the center of the table as a short-lived silence takes over.

“Is something wrong?” Joze asks to be met by silence, not knowing what to answer. “You’re still worried about last week?” Ken asks. “… Yes.” You lie, unaware of the look that Daisaku gives you through the corner of his eye, letting out a silent scoff. “She’s gone, it’s pointless to place more thought into it.” Reichii’s words remind you of the second-year student who killed an upperclassman after he had witnessed her committing murder before him.

Truth to be told, your thoughts couldn’t have been further away from last week’s occurrences which hadn’t slowed either of them down…

“Well, it’s late anyway, we should be leaving soon.” Ken interjects, successfully defusing Reiichi’s slowly escalating anger towards the matter. “Does anyone else have anything to report?” Reiichi asks, hearing words of negation in unison. “Very well then, dismissed.” Reiichi voice says followed by the light screech of chairs against the wooden floor before everyone exits one after the other through the sliding doors.

Joze is a submissive pleaser while Ken is a romantic partner who encourages giving and receiving equally as well as deep intimacy. Both Reiichi and Daisaku are dominant partners but whereas Reiichi is as precise in his sexual activities with you as in his everyday life actions; never giving you more than needed, Daisaku has no problem overstimulating you as much as possible, disrespecting you in every way possible as much as your body ached for.

All four of them are completely different… though they do have one thing in common; regardless of last week’s misfortune, neither of them had slowed down.

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Ayano Aishi

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Ayano Aishi With Yandere S/O

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Ayato Aishi

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Yandere No Sutoka

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Yandere No Sutoka 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

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Ayato Slowly Falling For Ex-Best Friend Who He Previously Attempted To Murder

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Budo Masuta

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Umeji Kizuguchi

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Umeji Falling In Love

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1980's

Student Council

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Student Council Secrets

Yandere Ayato Aishi Falling For Ex-Best Friend Headcanons.

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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, murder, stalking, light implied bullying.

Summary: Request:

Headcanons for ayato aishi slowly falling for his ex best friend reader whos now acts like they doesnt know him and avoid them because they knew their true self and tried to kill them in the past

W/C: 500+

I feel like the only reason Ayato would have friends would be for personal gain and to blend in a little more, a best friend would be due to a significant amount of personal gain for his Senpai.

So maybe you’re very knowledgeable of things that would help him with his murders and you just pass his odd questions by him just simply being very curious.

But then you’re unfortunate enough to witness him disposing of a corpse.

As said, he only befriended you for personal gain, so it was nothing for him to drag you deeper in the storage room of the school to finish you off to make sure that you never utter a word of what you saw.

He’s oddly enough taken back at the look of horror on your face when he raises his weapon on you, shocked enough for you to slip away.

Recognizing his mistake, he follows you to the courtyard where many students stand, making it unable for him to finish the job.

The rest of the school day, he notices you spending your time around groups of people, as well as not uttering a word of what you saw.

You remain in shock the first day, unable to report what happened.

As soon as you try to talk yourself into doing so, fear of what would happen to you if you do so overtakes you and you instead keep quiet.

So the following days, Ayato keeps an especially close eye on you to make sure you stay quiet.

He has no problem making his presence known to you, using it as a scare tactic to pressure you into keeping your lips sealed.

All this spending time keeping his eye on you means spending more time away from his Senpai.

As he stalks you, his mind often wanders back to the storage room, wondering why he couldn’t kill you.

The more he ponders about it, the closer he gets to realize that he just couldn’t allow himself to be the cause of such terror to you.

He couldn’t end you.

He comes to the conclusion that he actually viewed you as a friend, which he later finds out is wrong.

With you on edge, he sees you being excessively jumpy around other students, a few of them (especially the bullies) exploiting it a little more than he’d like.

Due to this; as time goes by, he notices that he simply cannot have you in a terrified state rather than being unable to be the cause of it.

He eventually finds himself hurting and threatening the bullies for scaring you (while trying to retain some anonymity).

It isn’t until he’s too deep in that he realizes his obsession has somehow transcended from his once dear Senpai to you.

Unfortunately for him, you witnessed him committing an atrocious act.

Yandere No Sutoka.

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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere-ism, death, blood, semi predator and prey play, implied sexual activities.

Summary: Based on the game of Yandere No Sutoka.

W/C: 1.6k+

A/N: Inspired by this, and no, it's not porn, just the game (starts at 9:23 mins).

You hold your knees to your face, staying in a ball while sobbing quietly in the darkness of the storage room, shoulders jumping and stomach shivering given the situation. “Oh Senpai…” You hear him call you, awfully close to your hiding spot. You lift your head up from your knees and cover your mouth, trying to calm your breathing while his footsteps echo in the empty, bloody halls, informing you of his proximity.

“Where are you?” You hear Ayato ask in the same sing-song voice from previously. You slowly look up to your right at the blurry window on the door, hearing him slowly closing in, his shadow stopping right at the door. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, look away, anything, but you can’t bring yourself to do so, instead, seeing his dreadful shadow facing the door, pausing in front of it.

You see the silhouette turn around and walk away with the tapping of his shoes after its stop. As soon as he’s out of hearing range, you let out a heavy, shaky breath, asking yourself, how did this happen? How was it possible? For a student, to kill everyone in a school, classmates, teachers, student council, headmaster. All for one person. And keep them in school after sundown, locked with no possible way to escape.

“So you were in that storage room.” You hear his luscious voice state, having heard your breath. You quickly move to the door as quietly as you can, holding the handle, determined to keep the door shut. Tears leak from your squeezed shut eyes, leaving a new wet streak on your cheeks while he walks back to you just as slowly, almost as if taunting you. By the time he reaches the door, you’re trembling in fear, awaiting his forced entry. But it never comes.

“Lets play a game.” He says, voice taking a sadistic turn in his last word. Your eyes open to look at the blurry glass, making out the figure of his face looking down at your own blurry self. You hear something move at your feet and notice a key being slid under the thin gap between the door and the floor before he speaks again. “I’ve hidden ten keys, just for you. These keys, will help you escape, if you’re quiet.” He pauses in a tauntingly.

“I’ll give you to the count of thirty, I even wrote for you which keys they are and gave you the first one. This one’s to your classroom.” He informs, sounding proud of how much of a ‘fair' chance he’s giving you. You hear him walk away and you finally start to loosen your grip on the handle, but still remain alert. You already have one key, he’s giving you a count down, you know the school like the back of your hand, and, this might be your only chance to escape.

You know that if you stay in the storage room, you don’t stand a chance, it’s just a matter of time. You don’t have another choice. You pick up the bloody key, utterly disgusted at the red liquid on it, and cautiously stand up, slowly pulling the door open and peeking out. As soon as you do, you see him no more than 10 feet away, forearms crossed over each other against the wall where he’s face to face with, holding a knife.

He slowly turns his head over to face you with a hazy look on his face and pink-dusted cheeks, lips parted and seemingly inches away from an ahegao face given the pleasure-filled look on his face. “Run along now.” He indicates, and that’s all it takes for you to start. Your class is right around the corner, and surely enough, as soon as you walk in you find the other key right on your desk just as you hear him starting the dreaded count down.

Rather than snatching the key and sprinting away, you’re frozen in place with wide eyes, staring at the blood-written words on your desk. His classroom. The desk smudged in blood makes it difficult, but you finally bring yourself to take it. Without sparing any more time, you run out the classroom, sprinting to the stairs and heading to the floor under you to his class, key resting in his desk as well, the same bloody words indicating you to head to the cooking club with unknown reason.

You met by bumping into him after walking out of said club, apologizing profusely and offering a helping hand. Once again, you dart to your next stop but freeze at the words that enter your ears. “Ready or not, here I come.” His voice echoes above you. You hadn’t even noticed how much time you had spent gawking at your desk, and just now taking into consideration the fact that he knows exactly where you’re going. You quickly kick off your shoes and run downstairs to the cooking club, running much more quietly with just your socks.

Miraculously, you make it to the club with the next key laying on the table, directing you to the photography club, your club, because why wouldn’t someone want to laze around talking about anime and getting to know your fellow club members. Unlike Ayato, you can hear where he is, the tapping of his shoes echoing down the halls, letting you know that just like you, he’s running.

Reaching your club to see a key resting on a manga, you’re indicated to go to the library, the place where you had your first conversation, you asked for his help reaching a book, and though one-sided, it was greatly appreciated. Going down one floor to reach the library, you’re then told to go to the counselor’s office. A bully had framed you for stealing an answer sheet, and Ayato gladly took the fall for you.

You exit the library, looking to your right to scan the hallway, but as soon as you do, you feel something sharp graze your cheek, cutting through the skin, leaving a streak of red in the process before piercing into the wall on your left. “Found you.” Ayato states from the hall on your right, standing halfway through it, leaving you shocked at how he just threw a knife at you.

He starts sprinting towards you, triggering you to run to your next destination, quickly snatching the key in the office while he pulls his knife out of the wall. Instead of heading to your next stop, you run to the set of lockers in front of the office, opening one of them and closing it after hiding inside, desperately trying to calm your breathing right as Ayato stops at the corner of the opened door.

He searches the hall on his left and behind him, staying in place for a few seconds before letting out a sadistic chuckle, followed by an audible breath, quietly walking in the office afterwards, approaching the desk. You decide to take your chances and open the locker as quietly as you can, stepping out as he slowly places a hand on the desk. He quickly looks under the desk with no luck and then snaps his head behind him.

But you’re already gone to the infirmary, where he kindly took you after watching you eat your bento with the headache poison he put. You run down the classroom hall to the sewing room, where you let him sew back together the seam on the side of your shirt. You trusted him so much despite him holding a needle; seemingly harmless, from great damage at least, but that little needle, could leave someone blind, yet you trusted him.

You slide open the door and take the next key, feeling more adrenaline rush through you at the word ‘exit’ written on the sewing machine. You hear his footsteps coming down the hall and decide to hide until he passes. He doesn’t know where you are anymore, and you’d rather keep it that way. You run to the lockers in front of the room and open one of them, only for a body to fall out, the one of said bully.

You let out a scream at the sight, multiple stab wounds on the student’s chest. If Ayato didn’t know where you were then, he does now. He played dirty. “There you are.” His voice says from the start of the hall, making you face him for a split second before taking off in the opposite direction with him following behind. Unfortunately, it’s not long before he catches you.

He doesn’t even let you reach the end of the hall before he takes you from your shoulders and throws you on the floor behind him, pinning you down with knees on either side of your hips while you struggle to keep him from holding your wrists above your head with one hand. “No! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” You desperately cry, refusing to look at him.

“If I can’t have you,” He succeeds in holding your hands above your head, raising his knife in his other one. “NO!” You cry. “No one-” “I’ll do anything you want!” You interrupt, shoulders hunched, facing away and eyes squeezed shut, expecting the final blow that never comes. His hand comes down to hold your jaw, pulling it softly to have you face him, careful to keep the knife from touching you.

“Anything I want?” He asks, getting you to slowly open your eyes, seeing the same look on his face that he had before starting the countdown. You shakily nod with hesitation clear on your face and he lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth. You instinctively face away when he leans down to your unharmed cheek, running his nose over it with a deep inhale, breathing out audibly.

“We… are going to have so much fun…”

i absolutely love insane characters from anime games or other media, i love a guy that would mindfuck me

A fanart for multiple fandoms but mainly JAY FROM KUBZSCOUTS!

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Happy Valentine’s Day

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

If it's alright with you. Can you please draw Eugeo from Sword Art Online Alicization seduced by Ayano Aishi? I want him as a part of Ayano's crackship harem of seduced guys. That is if you are okay with that. If you want. If Ayano's mother can take good care of her husband. Ayano would do the same for her lovers.

As much fun as drawing ayano is, I'm getting kinda bored of it. I'm really sorry. I will say though, this made me chuckle anon. I'm imagining eugeo falling for the way she meticulously cleans her armor, unaware that most of the time it's to hide any signs of blood having touched it

I do think I got one for an idea. Can you please draw Ayano Aishi as Genin Ino Yamanaka?

I had a lot more fun with this than I thought I would lol

If you want, I was wondering if I can ask this? Pretty please with sweet sugary cherry on top draw Ayano Aishi as Bnha Midnight? With Ayano drawn holding a dominatrix whip included?

Ya know what's funny? Whenever I draw, my mom is always like "good job on using your talents" but then the minute she sees me drawing something suggestive that's a whole other story "why draw such indecent rubbish when you can be doing better things" lol as if that's gonna stop me from broadening my range of style lol.

Sexy succubus Ayano Aishi drawing? Please?

Wingless Succubus Ayano AU!!

I love the idea of ayano coming from a long line of wingless succubi and that the only way or them to get wings and feel emotions is to find their binded human. Once they find that human they need to protect them, because if they die then the succubi lose their wings.

In ayano's case, its taro. When she met him it was overwhelmingly amazing for her. She vows to protect and cherish him at all costs.

Could you draw Ayano Aishi flirting with Nagisa Shiota from Assassination Classroom? Ayano has a crush on her blue assassin teacher.

Hey anon!!

This was hilarious to draw and I apologize for the lack of quality. Unfortunately I'll be busy for a long time with other projects and idk when I'll be able to spend time on requests. So here's a speedrun.

Definently a crack ship lmao!!

Day 4 - killer

If u know u know

Since everyone seemed to really like Miku x Monika, here's a lil comic I made, might continue it🤞

I no longer consider myself part of this fandom.

In light of recent events, I want to inform that I will no longer participate with the Love Letter fandom. I would also like to clarify that I am not part of the Yandere Simulator fandom either, and haven’t been for about a month. Although Love Letter is part of my fandom list that I posted a little while ago, I will not be accepting any requests, chats or challenges related to it. I will only do so, when those responsible for certain actions will react appropriately and face the consequences, as well as reform their current behaviour. 

That will be all

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Hi hi !! May I ask for a scenario with Ayano Aishi and female reader?? After months of work, and getting rid of the rivals the reader accepted Ayano's confession. But, the reader regrets this decision by how possessive Ayano is( the reader has not gone back home since she accepted her confession and misses her family), and slowly discovers her "hobbies".

Sorry if this is too long, you can ignore the details if you want.

Thank you and take care! <33

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It was all a mistake. She shouldn't have accepted Ayano's confession.

And thanks to her accepting the girl's confession, she's now trapped in Ayano's room. With an chain on her ankle, preventing her from escaping.

She was going crazy at this point, no matter what she says, Ayano won't let her go with the pretense that someone else will steal her away from her. [Name] began to deeply regret the choice of accepting her confession in the first place.

[Name] doesn't know how many days since then, she was worried about her family. She knows they are probably looking for her, worried sick.

She starts to miss them, and it has lonely. The curtains were pitched black and the windows tinted to dark black, so she doesn't know what time it is. She was only allowed to watch the TV in Ayano's room and her phone was taken away.

[Name] looked back at the door as it was opened, and went in Ayano's father, Jokichi. His empathic eyes were visible, he put the tray of food down on the floor in front of [Name] who began to eat it.

The male watched as the girl ate the food, he wanted to help her escape but at the same time he knew of the consequences if he does. His daughter would be heartbroken and being angry at him while his wife would do the same, in the pretense that he doesn't want to see his daughter be happy.

It's not like he hasn't tried, he did. But it failed.

He does want to see his daughter happy, anything. A normal girl who's not like her mother but he was proven wrong... he guessed what Ryoba said to him was right.

The girls in the Aishi family will always turn out like this and he shouldn't have expected this.. he should have done something or told his daughter something.

Jokichi eventually left with the plate as [Name] was now all alone back in Ayano's room.

She had expected Ayano's parents to be mortified when Ayano showed that she had basically kept her as a prisoner, but instead. Her mother, Ryoba, became delighted and praised Ayano while Jokichi was a having a instant realization.

And now.... she was here... all alone...

Ayano would come home from school and began to cuddle with her like nothing was wrong, like keeping her as a prisoner in her room was not wrong.

After a few hours, she was now lying on Ayano's bed, curled up into a bell.

The door then opened as she looked behind and saw Ayano coming in, a huge smile on her face as she greeted her girlfriend. "[Name]!"

Ayano crawled into the bed and hugged her, [Name] just laid there on the bed. Unmoving, stiff as a board but Ayano didn't mind as long she can hold her girlfriend, everything is fine.

[Name] clenched her eyes, she can remember the first time she was forced to be here. It was just the 1st week since they started dating, and when [Name] came to visit Ayano on her home. All of a sudden, she wasn't allowed to go home.

Ayano threatening her if she goes and forcibly trapped her in her room and making sure she won't go away from her.

She could remember how scared she was when Ayano showed a side that she never knew, hell, no one knew. It scared her, it scared to the point she has no choice but obey Ayano.

Scared of how dangerous she was being.

Ayano nuzzled her face happily against [Name] neck, inhaling her scent. "How's your day [Name]?" Ayano asked as [Name] clenched her fist and bit her lip, preventing herself from saying something sarcastic.

In fear Ayano will not like the answer and it will happen again like last time.

"G-Good..." The black haired hummed happily as she tighten her arms around [Name] waist, pulling her even closer to her body. Her black eyes glanced down at [Name].

"Father didn't let you escape like last time right?" [Name] slowly nodded, she could remember the last time Jokichi tried to help her escape. It didn't help, Ryoba and Ayano got mad at Jokichi, and Ryoba being disappointed at her own husband. The two were basically guilt tripping Jokichi.

A smile etched in Ayano's face. "Good... he shouldn't mingle with things that aren't his business.." Ayano said with a dark undertone in her voice, [Name] gulped as her mind wander off to her family. Wondering on how they were, her friends too.

A single tear escaped down her face.

'Someone... please... get me out of here...'