Emptiness, Lovesick, black and white.

That was Ayato Aishi's life. It was just a cycle in the Aishi family, maybe more like a curse. In every generation of the Aishi family, their lives were empty— before they met their senpai.

Ever since Ayato bumped into you in the hallway, everything changed. His world was suddenly filled with color, he wasn't empty anymore.

There was just one problem. Every week, you'd be talking to a new boy, and they'd always plan to confess to you under the cherry blossom tree, since you couldn't EVER say no to a confession under the cherry blossom tree.

So he came up with an amazing idea... Well, maybe not so amazing after all.

There was always a pattern, every week, every boy you talked to... would either be murdered, missing or stopped talking to you.

Every. Fucking. Week. You shed tears over them.

But at school, you acted nonchalant, like nothing happened.

Yet you noticed Ayato staring at you from time to time, you thought nothing of it.

After school, your P.E teacher ordered you to help Ayato pack up the equipment in the gym. And so you did, and you talked for a while, I guess.

After that, all you remembered was being stabbed in the side of the neck and blacking out.

Soon, a low, deep voice woke you. Your hands were tied together, and so were your legs.

"Can you hear me?" Echoed in the room. You felt a gentle touch on your cheek. You couldn't see anything, it was just pitch black.

"Oh, you look so beautiful... even when you're miserable..." His warm breath mingling with yours. You still couldn't make out who it was.

"You're mine, baby. All mine..."