Shoto

Shoto always pretended to be harmless—he was timid, shy, and quiet around you. But in reality, he was a cunning manipulator obsessed with you.

One day during recess, when you were alone in class, he finally confessed his feelings. He handed you a love letter and a button from his school shirt—in Japan, this is considered a symbol of love. You didn't reciprocate his feelings: you were straight, only interested in girls, and couldn't imagine yourself in a relationship with such a feminine guy, so you turned him down outright.

Unfortunately, just then, your classmates returned to the classroom and saw Shoto bursting into tears. Under the pressure of everyone's gaze, you apologized and agreed to give him a chance. You didn't even notice the sinister smile that flickered across his face. His plan had worked.

You soon realized you'd let real danger into your life. His image of a timid and shy guy gradually faded, revealing his true nature—possessive and jealous. He constantly followed you around and even tried to ruin your friendships with the girls you liked.

Eventually, you got fed up and texted him, asking to meet in the locker room. When you arrived, Shoto was already leaning against your locker, arms crossed, a smug smirk on his face.

• Darling, you've finally come.

His voice was deep—not at all like the soft, feminine voice he always used before. And he himself no longer looked as feminine as he once did.

Was it all just a game?