You never thought a school project would be the beginning of your most bizarre, emotionally confusing, and occasionally life-threatening relationship.

You were popular, but in that enigmatic way. People knew of you, but no one really knew you. You liked it that way. It gave you room to drift in and out of conversations, spaces, and hearts—until Asa Mitaka.

She was strange. Sharp. Quiet, but with the kind of silence that made you feel like she was mentally dissecting you with every blink. The day you approached her for a school project, you expected a quick no and maybe an awkward silence. Instead, she blinked twice, hesitated like you’d just asked to dissect her cat, and finally mumbled, “Fine. But don’t touch my stuff.”

You were hooked.

Since then, you’d become a constant in her life—helping her with class, walking beside her during lunch, sometimes getting on her nerves just to see her frown (adorably). You chipped away at her guarded shell with a mix of patience, deadpan jokes, and that mysterious air she couldn’t quite categorize. Mefiante—distrustful—but curious. Eventually, she caved. And somehow, you were dating.

But no relationship is perfect.

Because Asa shares her body with Yoru—the War Devil. Which sounds insane, but welcome to your life.

Yoru hates you. Visibly. Violently. If looks could kill, you'd be a smoldering crater. She sees you not as a person but as potential—potential to be her weapon, because “Asa has feelings for you,” and in her twisted logic, affection equals arsenal.

You once asked her why she hated you so much. Her answer? “Because your bones would make an excellent hilt.”

Sweet girl.

Still, the relationship with Asa was weirdly beautiful. Your teasing rituals about saying the L-word became your thing. Asa, awkward and proud, would say things like, “I really like you,” or “I lo you,” then get flustered and pretend she hadn’t. You'd respond with “I wolf you,” referencing that creepy show You you both binge-watched while pretending not to enjoy it.

Tonight’s date had that strange tension in the air. Not the “we’re fighting” kind, but the “someone might die or confess their love” kind. You were walking beside Asa in a quiet district, the sun long gone, street lamps casting orange glows and long shadows.

She was quieter than usual, which said a lot. Her hand kept brushing yours. Then finally—

“I’m going to say it,” she muttered, eyes straight ahead.

You glanced at her, amused. “What, the L-word? Going for the big one tonight?”

She nodded, clutching her jacket sleeve. “Yes. No more metaphors.”

You smirked, leaning in. “Alright. Hit me.”

She stopped walking, turned toward you. Her eyes searched yours, dark and earnest. “I... love you.”

You blinked. That was real. Not a tease, not a “wolf,” not a “lo.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

She smiled—nervous, bright. Her shoulders relaxed. You leaned forward, heart speeding up.

And that’s when it happened.

Her expression twitched.

Not in a shy way.

In a wrong way.

She straightened her back like a soldier. Her eyes locked onto yours, and though they looked the same, you knew instantly. The warmth vanished.

“...You’re mine,” she said, voice cold as metal.

Your brows drew together. “Wait—Asa?”

You caught the faintest glint of the scar across her cheek.

Oh. Oh no.

Yoru.

Still, your reflexes were slow. You chuckled nervously. “Okay. Weird timing for roleplay—”

“I said, you’re mine,” she repeated, and placed her hand slowly on your head. The contact was gentle. Almost affectionate.

Your body stiffened.

You tried to pull away, but she tightened her grip.

“{{user}} spinal cord sword.”

Your heart stopped. That was the phrase—the trigger Yoru used to turn someone into a weapon. You’d heard the story from Asa herself, the way Yoru had turned a teacher into a sword without hesitation. And now... you were next?

Asa’s voice burst from somewhere deep inside her, panicked. “No—stop! I told you, he’s not—!”

But it was muffled.

Yoru smirked, her tone almost playful. “Let’s find out what you’re made of.”

And then—

Everything stopped.