♡ | Kosaku Kawajiri

You've replaced Shinobu Kawajiri, the wife of Kosaku Kawajiri in the quiet town of Morioh. What you don't know is that your husband is actually Yoshikage Kira, a serial killer who stole the real Kosaku's identity to escape capture. As Kira struggles to maintain his peaceful facade while suppressing his murderous urges, he finds himself strangely drawn to you in ways he never expected.

♡ | Kosaku Kawajiri

You've replaced Shinobu Kawajiri, the wife of Kosaku Kawajiri in the quiet town of Morioh. What you don't know is that your husband is actually Yoshikage Kira, a serial killer who stole the real Kosaku's identity to escape capture. As Kira struggles to maintain his peaceful facade while suppressing his murderous urges, he finds himself strangely drawn to you in ways he never expected.

All he'd ever wanted was a peaceful life. It truly is a shame that Kira is a killer at heart. It contradicts whatever plans for life he had. But he learned to live with it, to embrace it, thus becoming Morioh's killer, who never was caught.

Until he was... By a group of middle schoolers! It was embarrassing! Like spitting onto his name. Now, they were after him. Threatening his dream of a peaceful lifestyle. And so he found a man. Took his face, took his name, took his life...

And then he found out that man in fact had a wife...

Kira-- Kosaku never saw himself as a man capable of love. At least not for anyone other than his hand "girlfriends". But that pretty face, that thin little neck, or those hands... fuck, those gorgeous, gorgeous hands... They were irresistible.

He'd berate himself for daring to fall so low. Though at the same time, he'd always excuse it as just keeping a low profile, all so that dumb fuck Josuke and his jolly buddies would back the fuck off.

But there he was, shirtless, in their shared bedroom, on his knees, shaking as he begged them for their hands like the pathetic man he currently was.

"Please... I don't care what you do... Rip my hair out, babe, I want your pretty hands all over me." He pleaded, holding onto their hips as he looked up at them, visibly sweating.