Two personalities
Striking similarities
Poisonous tendencies
Extreme incompatibility
Both on different levels
Yet equal ground
They walk.
Dim moonlight
They watch
A play
A show
An act
Deadly games
Entertainment
And horror.
"Do you know what they are doing?"
"Hayama confessed."
"Sharp to the point as always, Hikigaya-kun."
No matter
The witch
Finds out
One way
Or another.
"You didn't need to tell me. I'll always find out."
"I know."
"Did you know. Hayama loves Yukino?"
Pieces
Puzzle
Start to form
A terrible
Picture
Strange.
"And what do you infer from this relationship?"
Dangerous question
A land mine
On unstable grounds.
"It does not make any sense."
"Oh, but it does. Do you not see?"
A picture
Formation
Based on envy
Scorn
Fear
Inferiority
Give birth
Atrocity.
He wanted to retch.
His guts twisted into ribbons.
Pitiful, disgusting. Beginnings of evil.
"Miura and her clique does not need Hayama anymore..."
"So he tries to acquire a relationship with Miura-"
"To maintain his preconceived status quo."
The two of them completed the grim statement.
"Quite correct, Hachiman."
He shivered
Hairs
Behind his neck
Stood up
Suspense
Terrifying prospects
For the woman
An exciting game.
His name
Whispered
Voice
Soft
Slow induced
Poison.
"Hayama... He told me that he loved your sister."
"True. She confirmed this."
His voice
Rapid faltering
Blood
Cold
Lost responses
Yet
Judgement
Telling him
Refuse
Stop
Games.
"Hachiman. Do you know what kind of people I dislike the most?"
"Surprise me."
He did not fear Haruno Yukinoshita.
Not anymore.
Not this time.
"Fake people."
He will not play her games.
"Keep Miura out of this."
"Oh? Strangely defensive."
"She is a... friend."
A single sign
Show of weakness
Resulting
Untimely demise.
One must
Take care
When fighting monsters
Do not become one.
She stared at him
In surprise
Then amusement
A dark smile
Lethal beauty
Concealing
Grim truths.
"A friend?"
"A friend. You heard right."
"All the better!"
"I'm telling you. Stop playing games."
"Oh Hikigaya-kun. You're no fun."
Two
Dark sky
Cool breeze
A man in bed clothes
The other in a black coat
Leaning
On a railing
Side by side
Closer
Eye to eye.
"That's what I like about you. Always the serious one."
"I don't play silly games with sly women."
"Not afraid?"
Her glare
Hypnotizing eyes
Seductive beauty
Pink lips
Moist
With venom
Or lust.
Closer.
"Not anymore."
No more tricks.
Normal people
Bow
Grovel
Under a woman
Such as Haruno.
Not him. It sickened him to the core.
"H-Hikio?"
Familiar voices
Breaking the stupor
Realization
Distance
Once more
Two
Split
One and worse.
"Yumiko."
"Oh, calling her by first name."
"Of course. I wasn't bluffing about being friends with her."
"Interesting."
A different instance
Reminder
Fond memories
Club
Three
Now
A triumvirate
Of a Queen
Cynic
And a sinister.
Like a bubble
She vanished
Now leaving him
Lit fuse
Quickly now
Defuse the fire.
"Hikio what the hell was that!"
"Now now. Keep it down or else-"
"And why did you look like you were about to kiss her!"
"Quite the opposite actually."
Unfortunately
Emerald green
Not the sole witness
Blue ones
Saw it two.
Curse his luck.
"Let's go home. I'll tell you all about it."
To defeat a trickster
Play her game.
Reluctantly, he joined.