It's tomorrow. Yuuto woke up and ate breakfast with his family. Yuka was silent, and so was their mother. The two of them were unable to look at each other.
After eating, she gently nodded and got up from the table, leaving her empty plate behind.
She then turned around and quietly picked up the plate, moved it to the kitchen sink, and left. Their mother smiled weakly as Yuka walked out of the house.
Yuuto soon followed in that quiet. He picked up his plate—and his mother's—took them to the sink, and washed them all. When he turned around, he saw his mother standing behind him.
"...? Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Have you... slept, Yuuto?" she asked, looking at the bags beneath his eyes.
'...Nope. What if that sister of mine had a change of heart?' he blinked.
'I didn't sleep much at all. I hope after this is over, I can just take a nap,' he thought.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it, Mom," he said, forcing a smile as he walked past her.
She gasped lightly as she watched him pass and walk outside.
'No...' he realized, looking at the quiet street. 'I'll always have to fight for what I believe in. It will...' He blinked rapidly and rubbed his face.
'It will never be over. Anti-NTR, that is. There will always be a case. A scumbag hellbent on ruining me for what I believe in...'
'Well,' he sighed, 'I ruin them with my existence. Maybe that's a given.'
'Odd.'
'I don't remember this ever being so... tiring.'
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"You sure about this, Yuuno?" Yocchan asked, pulling on a pair of gloves by the street. Nearby, Yuuno handed out ski masks to the huddled group—five of them, crouched in the dark.
"No matter how many times you ask, my answer's the same," Yuuno muttered, focused on lacing his boots.
"I'm sure. This way, I get to show him where he belongs—remind him he's not untouchable just because people believe in him. He acted like he was above it all... but I'll tear him down if it's the last thing I do. Because that's where he fucking belongs. The bottom."
His gaze was cold and flat.
"Pulling shit like that—sabotaging me behind the scenes—I'm done letting it slide." He growled as he slid the ski mask over his face.
"That fucker really pushed it too far," one of the guys muttered—Sousuke, part of the group Yuuto had flattened before.
"I'm gonna kill him... That piece of shit really thinks he can do whatever he wants and walk away clean. Nah. He's dead."
"I ain't doing this out of revenge," another guy said, strapping his gloves tight. "But people like him—guys who twist everything and somehow come out clean? He couldn't have gotten that teacher on his side legit. Then the teacher ends up in jail? No way that's a coincidence. He pulled something."
He looked ahead with a blank but resolute stare. "Guys like that are why the world's rotting. He lied. Used everyone. He deserves what's coming."
The others nodded. Quiet affirmations. A shared weight.
'Hmph. Useful tools,' Yuuno thought.
"Alright," he muttered. As one, they stepped out from the shadows and crossed into the schoolyard.
All dressed in black. Gloves on. Masks tight.
At the front was Yuuno, eyes burning with hate. Behind him: Yocchan, Sousuke, and the rest of the boys Yuuto had once left in a heap.
"That fucker's gonna get it..."
They stormed through the hallways, their pace urgent, turning heads and stirring whispers.
"Hey, who are—" A teacher stepped forward, reaching out. One of them shoved him hard to the ground. A nearby student screamed.
But another leaned in quickly to hush her."Relax. It's them."
He stared ahead grimly."They're here for Yuuto."
"Holy shit... is that Yuuno—"
"Shh! You don't want to get involved. About time that bastard got what he deserved, no? Let them fuck him up."
"But... to lynch someone—"
"HE HARASSED YUUNO'S SISTER!" one of them shouted, voice sharp enough to cut through the tension.
Debate died on the spot. Even those who felt uneasy kept quiet.
They should report this. They wanted to. But the way others were silently nodding, almost cheering—it made them hesitate. Speaking up now meant making enemies.
And besides... what if they had a point?
No—of course they were right. After all, there's no way that many people would rally behind Yuuno if it wasn't justified.
And just like that, they convinced themselves.
They justified their silence.
Yuuno turned to the group.
"Spread out. Find that fucker. If he's not here—we go to his house and fuck his mom."
They scattered. Classrooms. Clubrooms. Storage closets.
Every door slammed open in search of one face. Yuuto's.
And then... Sousuke and his three friends opened the bathroom door—
—finding Yuuto peeing at the urinal.
"Well," Yuuto sighed, "figured you'd come—"
He glanced back. Ski masks. Same physiques as before. The same guys from last time.
But what caught his attention were their hands.
Scissors.
'...Alright.' he thought, rubbing his chin against the bug planted on his school shirt—nudging it gently. 'It's recording.'
"I'll have to defend myself. You know," he said, voice calm.
The two thugs glanced at each other, remembering Yuuno's instructions: don't talk to him. No words. No identities. No accountability.
They nodded.
Sousuke, the bulkier one, charged.
'I hear no sirens. No one called the police yet...' Yuuto exhaled slowly, his gaze distant. The bags under his eyes showed one last time—before he shut down everything inside.
'I'm alone.'
Sousuke swung the scissors.
Yuuto dodged, not out of fear—but resolve.
'This time... I'm not holding back.'
He drove the sharp end of a pencil upward—straight into Sousuke's groin. The force of the charge made it sink deeper.
".!!!!!!!!!"
Sousuke's eyes bulged. Blood spurted from his crotch.
His friends froze, gasping.
"GAAAAAAARGHHH!! YOU FUCKING—"
Sousuke swung wildly again, but Yuuto grabbed his arm and stabbed the pencil into his bicep.
"GRRG...!!! GRR..!!" Yuuto grunted as he stabbed again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
But Sousuke kept coming.
'FUCKING STOP...!!!' Yuuto thought, struggling as Sousuke slammed him against the ceramic faucet, pinning him with brute force. Blood pooled beneath them.
The second friend lunged, scissors in hand, aiming straight for Yuuto's face.
"DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" he yelled as he thrust forward.
Yuuto shifted, barely fast enough.
The blades drove into his shoulder.
'Grrrsh... FUCK... If I can't shake this big oaf off me... I won't be able to deal with the other two...'
'Shit...'
"STOP...!!!" Yuuto called out.
"Oh, now you're fucking begging!?" Sousuke growled. "No... Even if I fucking die... We're stopping you here..!"
Another thug stabbed into Yuuto's shoulder again, grabbing the arm that still held the pencil.
All three now surrounded him.
"KILL HIM!!!" Sousuke screamed.
'....Fuck... I'll...'
Yuuto's heartbeat roared in his ears.
He took a breath.
"Remember," he let out, voice suddenly calm, even as another stab tore into his upper arm.
"This is self-defense."
Yuuto twisted his body and smashed his elbow into the mirror behind him.
Glass shattered.
Their eyes widened.
Yuuto's expression went blank.
'Now or never.'
'Sorry, Lesser Yuuto... I didn't mean for it to go like this.'
He grabbed a jagged shard from the shattered mirror, slicing his palm open—his blood smeared across the glass.
Then he stabbed.
Straight into Sousuke's temple.
"Sou...!" one of them gasped as Sousuke's body twitched, then slumped. His grip relaxed.
Yuuto slipped out from under him and hurled the corpse at his friend, forcing him to catch it.
"Sous... NO..."
Yuuto moved fast, using the moment of shock.
He stabbed the next thug right between the ribs as he held Sousuke's corpse.
Puncturing his lung.
The boy gasped one last time, eyes wide, staring into Yuuto's cold, unreadable face.
He was going to die.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
Not even beg.
STAB. The shard drove into his neck with a wet crunch.
Blood gushed out. He gurgled and collapsed, twitching. The bathroom floor was soaked in red as well as the stall door he was next to.
Now only one was left.
The last thug stumbled back.
And pissed himself.
He stared at Yuuto—face pale, frozen.
Yuuto stood before him. Drenched in blood. Panting. His arm bleeding. A corpse and a dying body at his feet.
"I... I... I'm... S... I'm sorry, please, please..!!!" the boy whimpered through the ski mask.
Yuuto didn't hesitate.
He drove the mirror shard straight into his chest, pinning him to the bathroom door.
The thug gasped, eyes wide in disbelief, watching Yuuto with pure horror—his life flashing in fragments.
And then—
Yuuto yanked the shard free.
And stabbed again.
Same spot.
Right through the heart.
Over.
And over.
And over and over and over.
"MOTHER—" STAB
"FUCKER—" STAB
"YOU DON'T—" STAB
"GET TO—" STAB
"GET TO—!!!" STAB
"Get... get to..." Yuuto's voice faltered. His breath ragged. Arms trembling.
He pulled the shard out one final time. The thug slumped forward—but Yuuto caught his body, holding it upright, pressing it against the door.
'No... I need people to see I was attacked. To make this a plausible self-defense case.'
'If you're going to fall... fall into the school hall.'
He exhaled hard, sweat dripping down his brow.
Still clutching the body, Yuuto reached behind the boy as his final breath escaped him, unlocking the bathroom door.
The corpse fell forward with a sickening thud—spilling into the school hallway.
Yuuto collapsed right after it, tripping on his own bloodied legs and crashing down onto the corpse with a heavy thud.
He looked up—blurry, half-lidded—at the students standing around him, gasping in horror.
Among them… Yuka.
Most had already pulled out their phones.
They were filming him.
He was a celebrity now.
'So... they probably knew what was going on.' Yuuto staggered to his feet, clutching his bleeding arm. 'And they didn't step in to stop it.'
'Yeah...'
He looked up.
'Fuck this world.'
He sighed—long and deep.
"Yuu... t... o..." Yuka whispered, hand pressed to her mouth.
"HE... HE KILLED SOUSUKE AND THE REST!!!" a student shrieked, snapping from the shock.
'They knew it was them... Of fucking course...' Yuuto let out a forced chuckle.
Then, from the crowd, a new group stepped forward—masked.
Yuuno. Yocchan. And the rest.
'Holy shit... they're actually dead...' Yocchan stared, frozen, at the bloody corpses and then at Yuuto—slumped, stained in red. 'Fuck... this is batshit insane.'
He turned to Yuuno.
'Dude, let's just go... please...'
But Yuuno grinned behind his mask.
He had other plans.
He deepened his voice—growling to make sure no one would recognize him.
"YOU KILLED MY FUCKING FRIENDS!!! I'LL STOP YOU, FUCKER!!!" he shouted with conviction.
The crowd froze. Then murmurs spread like wildfire.
Yuuto's reputation was already in shambles. And now—seeing the bodies, seeing his bloodied face...
It was easy to believe he was the villain.
"STOP HIM—WHOEVER YOU ARE—HE'S GONE CRAZY!!!" a student cried.
And just like that, the masked strangers became the heroes.
The crowd began cheering them on.
'This... is this what you wanted, Yuuno...!? They're dead...!' Yocchan trembled, but Yuuno just smiled wider—watching the crowd rally behind him.
Teachers scrambled to their phones.
"WE NEED HELP! A STUDENT'S LOST IT! HE'S KILLED—"
Yuuto didn't hear the rest.
The crowd's voices became static—like TV fuzz. A low roar that drowned everything.
He looked at Yuka.
She looked back—eyes wet, lip trembling. But silent.
Half-lidded. Exhausted. Just like him.
He was still holding the shard.
Still breathing.
Still bleeding.
'You must be wondering,' Yuuto thought, now to the reader, 'why I don't scream that it was self-defense.'
'That's because in this situation... who would believe it? Believe me? What's the point? When you're up against a horde mentality, a bandwagon led by a confident and loud enough voice—your words get drowned out. They can paint any picture they want, twist any truth, and everyone will nod along. Not because it's right. But because of their status and the sheer amount of following they have - they will ignore the facts because it's more convenient and easy this way.'
'That's why... I won't say a thing.'
'There's a camera up there. And a recording bug on me; whatever happens - my name is clean here. The only person who's ever looked out for me—is me.'
'It's been that way since I came to this world... Hell, even the last one.'
'That's just how it is. Just me.'
'If I hadn't installed that recording bug, I'd be in jail right now.'
'Such is the reality of this world... of any world.'
'If you don't look out for yourself—no one will.'
"YOU HEAR ME?!" Yuuno roared. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!"
Yuuto stood, breathing hard, eyes locked onto him.
Blood dripping. Shard in hand. One arm limp.
He raised the blade, taking a stance.
"...And I'll defend myself," he said through gritted teeth. "Just like I did before."
He exhaled.
Because I'm the Anti-NTR Man. And if there's one thing I'll never do—it's let bastards like you win.
Yuuno narrowed his eyes as Yuuto stood firmly, flinching subtly.
"Take your shot, NTR motherfucker."
To be Continued in...
Chapter 16: ANIMALITY (WHO!!?)