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Her world is in ruins after the bombing of the company tower. People, it seems, are rebelling due to some stupid words of a defective product. They are boycotting after what happened- the failure- of the last season. As she scans the scene with cold and unfeeling eyes she spots him. Practically drowning. He loves the fact that people are rebelling against the company and she hates him for it.
Burn her at the stake or slaughter her in front of a crowd with a guillotine. Rip out her nails and scoop out her eyes. They can do whatever they want as long as she can make sure that he pays. They- the boy and girl- had been friends before all of this. Both of them had aspired to join Dangan Ronpa and celebrate what it is at its core. Tsumugi feels acutely like he’s betrayed her, for they had wanted this before he became what he had so desperately wanted. She and Saihara had been friends once upon a time and now they are not. She’d go even so far as to claim that they are enemies now. Tsumugi had loved him, once though those are feelings that she harbors no longer. She and he had shared everything with each other.
Being best friends and lovers, even if those feelings might have been one-sided.
Then her father had ripped her away from him. She never saw Saihara again, after they had split. She had moved cities and she had missed him dearly. Though perhaps her memory had enshrined him in a way that he shouldn't have been. She had tried to become someone unfeeling and almost succeeded. She had become an ice queen in name if not heart. Then after all of this time she sees him again. At first it had been at auditions and he had been thrilled to meet and catch up with her again. She hadn’t thought that he’d learn to hate her through the game that they both had so loved.
He’s standing there and glowing at her demise. It’s with this fate that she knows that she’s become sick.
She hates him for all of his actions and all of his inactions. She hates him for it all, she hates him, she hates him, she hates him! How dare he rip down her empire! Her livelihood and her passions! They were once his, too! And yet the world forgives him for it because of one well timed sentence that had fallen from his lips. Lips that she had loved once, ones that had worshiped her on the bedsheets at night. The sheer audacity of letting her head fall to the wicker basket lying at his very own feet and looking all the more radiant for it. It makes her ill, he should’ve left way back then and never come back.
Yet. Yet… underneath that pain and hate, she still loves him dearly. Deeply. Her heart, after all, will never belong to another person for as long as she is alive. And he just shatters it in the worst way possible. She always has known that in her own twisted sort of way, that she would always forgive him. Just like the mindless sheep that makes up the masses. Persuaded by the next best opinion from those who are above the rest. She will always forgive him and she will continue to love him, still.
Even when she has nothing left. He will shine for her in the darkness. A light at the end of the cave, the tunnel. His faith restocked while hers is destroyed. He’s overthrowing her in all of the worst of ways. He is deadly to her and she cannot help but keel next to him still. Soon enough she will weep and get extinguished by his tender and loving hand. Like a candle's flame she is snuffed.