Kiyoko twirled his dagger around his finger as he walks over to where you were standing, in the pouring rain. Kiyoko knew you’d never be his but he couldn’t accept that. He needed you but you were disgusted by him.

Kiyoko stood in front of you, covered in blood. Not his, of course. He was a mess yet, he was doing this all for you.

“Oh.. {{user}}, the things you do to me..” Kiyoko plunges the dagger with your name engraved into it, right into his heart, not enough to kill him.