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It was another night of Eito Aotsuki holding a blade to his left wrist.
Being put into a school with 9 ugly wretchedly nauseating humans and forced to fight off weird-looking creatures that are desperately trying to kill you off and destroy the school had wrecked him mentally. It had already stressed him out enough constantly being around the original special defense unit, but to add 4 more was making his mental state worse and causing him to have urges of cutting his skin as a mechanism to achieve relief from his worsened state.
Eito sat on the floor of his assigned room with his sleeve rolled up and the sharp blade tugging ever so slightly at his skin. He can't help but contemplate whether or not he should listen to his urges. A million things could happen because of this risky desire, for example: while fighting off invaders his wounds could open up and he could start bleeding profusely, catch the attention of the hideous humans around him and cause them to flock to him with fake worried expressions.
Imagining this is just making him feel worse. Panicking over this hypothetical situation was already bad enough but his original reason to feeling this desire was because of the irritating little ogre Takumi Sumino and that wriggling cockroach Nozomi Kirifuji. In the morning, ugly Takumi had walked in with filthy Nozomi, just waltzing right into the cafeteria as if they had woke up together!
Eito gagged at the thought. He gets frustrated the more he thinks, why couldn't he just stop himself from feeling such intense emotions? It shouldn't be that hard for him. If he can fool 13 people, he can fool himself. Arguably.
It was Takumi's fault. It was everyone's fault! The worst part is that everyone in the cafeteria began playfully teasing and sticking their noses into their business. "Look they're even holding hands!" Degenerate, perverted, dirty, filthy, disgusting, VILE HUMANS!
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Freaks. All of them. Why couldn't they all just shut up? Maybe Eito should just knock them all unconscious with sleeping pills, tie them up and place duct tape over their filthy rancid putrid mouths. He could just make them and drug their food in some activity that involves it again. Then he wouldn't have to deal with their repulsively grotesque voices. They would all just finally. Shut. Up.
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Why is Nozomi getting so close to Takumi anyway? Or in actuality, how? Wasn't she creeped out by the fact that Takumi kept mixing her up with his childhood friend? How did they get so close to the point Nozomi was just spilling all of her life secrets to Takumi? Does she like him? She did make this disgustingly pathetic face once Takumi started calling her a good friend.
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But did Takumi like Nozomi? Did he even care about Eito anymore? They didnt spend as much time as they did before the arrival of Nozomi. Tears began to well up in Eito's eyes. Why did they have to get so close to each other? Why did he have to meet her? Or even bring her to the last defense academy? Why couldn't have Takumi just died a painful death in the desert?!
The sound of tearing skin snapped Eito right out of his daze. Eito took one look at his surroundings and all he could see was blood. Blood was flowing from the fresh cuts on his forearm and dripping down to his rolled up sleeve and onto his pants. he was completely soaked in it.
But Eito wasn't in a state of panic since he had already put all of his energy into freaking out over this dreadful day. There was nothing left for him to do except clean himself up and await the perfect opportunity to take down the school and everyone in it. None of this matters in the end, his plan to destroy humanity was more important than this.