"Do you like Daikon legs, Tsukasa?"

I remember it so clearly, what happened before I lost my virginity to Tsukasa.

Looking back at it, it was simply impulse. Driven by my own insecurities.

"Ugly." Ugly?

"Those legs of yours are so ugly!" My legs?

"Yashiro has fat Daikon legs!" Daikon legs?

"They're so ugly!" They're ugly?

"Yashiro's legs are so ugly!" They're ugly.

"No one would love someone with such ugly daikon legs!" No one will love me?

"Yashiro has fat, ugly daikon legs and no one will ever love her!" No one will love me, because my legs; are ugly.

Why do they always say that? Why can I hear these voices? I fell to my knees, where am I? Surrounded by nothing but black, overwhelmed by voices screaming such cruel things.

"I like them," a voice called from behind me. He likes… What? I turned my head as a demonic aura appeared.

"H-Hanako-san? I asked curiously. No, the seal on his cheek is black.

I stumbled to my feet, "Tsukasa," I muttered as the darkness desiccated. "That's right! It's me" he chirped running over to me playfully.

With that, the darkness was gone; did I just imagine it?

I gasped as his face moved in front of mine, his eyes were big and welcoming and curious.

"Hmmmm, Nene, you mutter about your legs a lot when no one's around." Tsukasa pointed out looking at my large, chunky thighs.

Embarrassed, I looked down in shame, "I like them, your legs, I don't see what the big deal is," he wondered putting a finger to his cheek.

He likes my legs?!

"Aaaahhh, where's Amane? I thought he'd be here, hmmm; are you two playing hide and seek maybe?" The darker twin questioned curiously as he hovered around me.

Still blushing from his compliment, I slapped my face in hopes to focus on the danger who was Tsukasa Yugi.

"I don't know where he's at... I haven't seen him since yesterday," I answered in a stern tone. Tsukasa stood up straight, his eyes glowed bright as he cocked a smile- it was as if a light bulb had gone off in his head.

"Haaaa, this is going to be fun!" he exclaimed. I felt anxiety fill my chest as I took a step back.

Yashiro: "What do you want?!"

Tsukasa: "To play,"

Yashiro: "Huh? To play?"

Tsukasa: "To play!"

Yashiro: "With Hanako?"

Tsukasa: "With you,"

My face became flustered and I stumbled backwards, "W-with me, but why?" I gasped, blushing as he grabbed the skull pin on the heart of my shirt. Tsukasa's eyes relaxed as he gazed at the devilish pendent. He smiled.

"Because that would make Amane angry the most,"

Whispering. The voices started again.

"Look, it's the girl with ugly daikon legs!" A voice laughed.

"W-Where is that coming from?" I muttered in shock looking around.

"Yashiro has ugly daikon legs!"

"Ugly! She's so damn ugly!"

My heart, it burns.

"No! Make them stop!" I screamed covering my ears as I fell to my knees in horror, the voices persisted in their attack of words.

Tsukasa smiled standing over me?

"I can destroy them all, isn't that what you want? Nene? A demon to protect you, a prince to love you." He proposed as the shallow voices became loud screams.

Tsukasa knew all the right words to say, and he said it with a big; curved smile.

He bent down as I sobbed, caressing the skull on my uniform skirt.

"You have a dark side, don't you; Yashiro?" he asked. I looked up at Tsukasa.

He could see the ugly side of me that no one else could.

I stared at him motionlessly as his arms wrapped around me, bringing me into a tight, comforting embrace. How can someone so cold, feel so warm?

My anxiety subsided as his warm breath brushed against my neck.

Tears began to flood down my face and my heart felt unbelievably heavy. "You want it? Don't you Yashiro?" Tsukasa asked.

"You want to be loved. Admired. Accepted. I can give you it all," he coaxed cupping my A cup breast over my bra. It feels good.

I blushed in pleasure, feeling my body grow warmer with excitement. I wanted to feel something, anything other than broken. Gasping heavily as he ripped my shirt open.

For a moment, right and wrong didn't matter; I just wanted to be something other than nothing.

Someone who will love me, even with my flat chest and weird colored hair and ugly daikon legs? I want it so badly. I need it, he's right.

"Nene?" Tsukasa whispered in my ear as he hugged me from behind.

I blushed, nodding my head as he unbuttoned my bra. I wanted the voices to stop.

"Awe, poor Yashiro. They're all so mean aren't they, always saying such cruel things," Tsukasa coaxed. I felt my heart burn heavy with hurt.

"Do you want me to make you feel pretty, Yashiro?" he grinned, hugging me tighter as I began to cry.

Pretty? I want to feel beautiful.

The sound of my sobbing slowed, and the only thing I felt was hatred toward myself. "I do, I want to feel pretty," I sobbed.

My head turned dramatically as Tsukasa let go of me. I still wanted it, the feeling of someone holding me. He stood up, "Very well then," he smirked tapping the heel of his shoe onto the floor three times.

He snapped his thumb and the screaming voices were instantly obliterated. Finally.

Tsukasa pulled up on my feet, my body quivered vulnerably as he yanked my dress all the way down. Yet having my bra and panties exposed wasn't humiliating at all.

His smile didn't waver as he stroked my cheek, making me blush as our eyes met. His eyes are much darker than Hanako's, yet I've never felt so seen.

My heart is beating too fast- The excitement of lust flooding through my veins was almost suffocating. "Let's go into the nurse's office, Nene,"

That's how it started, the true beginning of all of our suffering.

Creator's Note:

(The characters are in their late teens for this fanfict. The amount of smut I plan to use won't be appropriate for their age range in the anime)

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Updated 1/28/2025