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There is a unspoken rule in the halls of Hope’s Peak Academy, all students know about, most students respect it, others do not, and for those that don’t, severe punishment is swiftly dealt to them.

What is that rule?

Do. Not. Fuck. With. Naegi Makoto.

It’s simple really. easy to understand, yet some dumbasses insist on not following this golden rule.

So for it, they get captured and punished by the Naegi Makoto Protection Squad, aka, the N.M.P.S.

Seven girls that are madly in love with their beloved Luckster.

And they will protect him, at all costs… also steal his underwear for nefarious reasons, take secrets pictures of him and plan their bombastic weddings once they eventually graduate from the academy.

Also, they definitely aren't a cult, nuh uh, not in the slightest.

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Kyoko could still remember like it was yesterday, when she and fellow sisters Sayaka and Mukuro made a vow to protect their precious crush until the end of their time in Hope’s Peak.

Ah, the memories, she could still hear the screams coming from Leon's mouth when they broke his shins for even daring to compare himself to their beloved.

Good times, good times indeed.

Now their cul- I mean- totally normal organization, had grown and more members, or sisters as they liked to call each other had been added to the list.

Right now they are at seven.

Firstly of course, there was Kyoko herself. She was the self-proclaimed leader of the N.M.P.S and strategist. Using her incredible intellect and detective instincts, she was easily able to locate whatever ‘victim’ they needed to find and swiftly punish them with whatever punishment was necessary.

Her obsession with the brunette Luckster started… well… she couldn’t really pinpoint where it started, so let’s just say at some point during their first year at Hope's Peak.

Back then he was the one that approached her, the two became quick friends and soon, she was pouring her heart out to him.

Talking about her father, Yui, her family, her detective business, everything, she told him everything.

Maybe it was because of her lack of socialization when she was younger but soon that friendship turned into something deeper.

She would think of the brunette at all times, during class, during cases, doing homework, going to bed, getting out of bed, the shower, everywhere.

It didn’t matter, she was thinking of him at all times.

But it was not just thinking, no, no, no, no, it was so much more.

It started small, she would steal some of his school supplies, like a pencil. Then she stole an apple he had bit into during lunch, eating that apple was one of the most pleasant experiences the detective ever had, she almost came on the spot.

Next, she started stalking him, following her beloved everywhere, of course she wasn’t the best at it and got busted some times, but she was able to lie her way out of suspicion easily enough.

The next logical step was of course, learn his locker pattern and stuff herself inside of it, full of his gym clothes and other stuff that had his smell engraved in it.

Kyoko was never one to touch herself, she did it once when she was eleven just to satisfy her curiosity but never again.

Yet, the moment she entered the Luckster’s locker, she came almost instantly and it became part of her daily routine to just, invade his locker and cum inside of it while having the wildest fantasies possible.

That obsession continued for a long time, until Kyoko was confronted by Sayaka and Mukuro.

Both of the other two Ultimates also wanted the Luckster to themselves, her Luckster!

The three are ready to fight, when they overhead Leon talking shit about their beloved with Mondo, they agreed to fuck him up first, then return to their own fight.

After teaching the wanna be a rockstar a lesson, Kyoko had a epiphany.

There might be more people like him around the school!

People that hate their Ray of Sunshine for no other reason except for being a bunch of jealous cunts.

With that, the N.M.P.S was born.

And she was the leader of it.

The top honcho.

The alpha bitch, if you will.

And she was going to make damn sure her beloved Makoto was going to be safe until the end of his days at Hope’s Peak.

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Sayaka has always been very vocal about her position on the N.M.P.S.

Second in command?

Really?

She knew Makoto before any of those bitches ever did, why was Kyoko the leader?

In fact, she’d argue her love for the Luckster was bigger than any of the others!

But whatever, she didn’t need her sisters to understand her love, only he needed to.

The idol would always remember the first time she saw him back in middle-school.

He tripped and fell down in front of everybody, they all had a good laugh at his expanse and moved on, well the others did, Sayaka did not.

She stood there, staring at that cute boy with a blush on her face.

It was love at first sight.

For the next year or so, she’ll follow him everywhere in school.

In class? She’ll be sitting right behind him.

In the courtyard? She’ll be behind a tree, staring lovingly at her beloved playing with the others.

At the school’s entrance? She’ll purposely get in late, just to catch a glimpse of him before classes.

Life was good back then.

I mean, she was poor as shit and her dad worked himself to death almost everyday, but you get what I mean.

Which is why Sayaka wanted to become a idol.

She was going to get rich, kidna- I mean- ask Makoto to run away with her and the two you be happy ever after with seventy three children.

Of course, life wasn’t that easy and Sayaka learned soon enough that her plan had some very obvious holes in it.

The most important of which being that, by being a idol, she wasn’t allowed to date anyone or was able to be at a location for very long, before going away on another tour.

So she was separated from her beloved.

While terrible, Sayaka always thought that it was also a blessing in disguise.

Mostly because she would write songs all about him and how she wanted to he together with her love.

Those ended up being her most popular songs and for a reason.

They are her most real.

She really wanted, no, needed his touch, his gaze, his presence in her life.

Those days are some of her most painful. Not knowing if she would ever see her beloved Makoto again was like torture.

Of course, her fingers helped quell a bit of her loneliness back then. It was funny to think that her fans idolized this pure and innocent image of her, while after her shows she would masturbate herself into unconsciousness while thinking of Makoto impregnating her in front of her fans.

Yep, Sayaka was a pervert and she was damn proud of it.

Anyways, back on topic.

When the idol received the invitation for Hope’s Peak, she was going to reject it, to the distress of her manager.

But, once Sayaka got wind of who the luck student of her class was, oh boy, she accepted it in a heart beat.

Her beloved was finally back and he was just as adorable as she thought he would be!

Just seeing him standing there at the entrance ceremony, looking confused and bit out of place was enough to make her legs tremble and her panties be ruined.

So for the next months, she would follow his every move, and gaze in the distance at her muse like he was a unobtainable trophy.

Her songs got more sultry, her voice while singing got sexier, her movements while dancing more risqué.

Her manager almost had a heart attack when she started dancing like that during a concert, but as the crowd went wild and applauded, she let it slide and even got some ideas.

Sayaka couldn’t help but snort to herself in the backstage, those fools that called themselves her fans are so stupid for thinking that this mature step on her career was for them.

But not, no it wasn’t.

It was for him, her beloved Makoto that she knew was watching her concert.

Seducing him was only the first part of her plan and she knew how to do it.

A subtle hand touch here, bending in front of him while wearing no panties there, so on and so forth.

Everything was going perfect, she could see how excited he was when she did those things even though he would cutely blush and look away, she knew it was being effective.

That was until one day, where she saw that skank she called a leader and that no-tits mercenary spying on her man.

The three started to claw at each other, until they overhead that overconfident dumbass known as Leon talking shit about her Makoto.

Sayaka saw red at that moment and with the help of her future sisters, they taught that fucker a lesson.

That was when she knew that this school wasn’t safe and her Ray of Sunshine needed to be protected at all costs.

Sayaka was a determined girl, she will have her man and no one can stop her.

Plus her seventy three children as well~

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Mukuro never felt so strongly about someone like she did with Makoto, not even her beloved sister.

The first time she saw him, the soldier simply to herself.

How bland.

There was nothing in that boy that was interesting and he seemed to agree with that, always saying how normal and boring he is.

That was, until they started talking.

It was a normal day like any other, when he approached her during lunch.

As always, the soldier was sitting under a tree, in a area secluded away from everyone.

He sat down and smiled at her.

And nothing more, he didn’t say a word and neither did she.

Mukuro wasn’t used to talking with people and truth be told, she really didn’t need to.

She received a order to kill someone, she’ll gun them down and then she was on to the next mission.

Point being.

Mukuro was awful at socialization.

So she just stared at the boy as he are his lunch, her trained eyes taking in every detail on his face.

Looking at him closer like this, he was kinda cute, she supposed.

Noticing her staring, the Luckster offered his lunch.

Not knowing what to say, Mukuro just shook her head and pointed to the rations she had for lunch.

She didn’t like to eat outside of her room, so for lunch and dinner, she just ate rations instead of actual food.

He smiled and insisted that she took a bite out of his lunch.

That was when it happened.

Mukuro saw his smile, completely genuine, innocent like the smile of a baby.

Her heart skipped a beat, her face heated up and her breathing became heavy.

The soldier didn’t knew why, maybe it was because no one in her life up until that point had looked at her in such a genuine manner or smiled so innocently, but…

The why didn’t matter really, the only thing that mattered was that moment.

The moment where the Ultimate Soldier fell in love.

She remember losing all train of thought in that moment and just getting up and running away, leaving the Luckster completely confused behind.

The soldier ran to her sister’s room, where the two had a long talk.

After explaining what happened, Mukuro watched Junko laugh her ass off for five minutes straight.

According to her, it was really funny just how much of a slut Mukuro was, falling for someone because they just smiled.

Once her laughter came to an end, Junko explained that her pathetic older sister had just gained a crush on the local Luckster and that she looked even more pathetic than normal because of it.

They talked some more and Mukuro went back to her own room afterwards, reflecting on what her sister said.

The next day when classes started, Makoto went to Mukuro’s seat and apologized for yesterday.

That made the soldier’s heart clench.

Once he was finished, Makoto turned around and tried to walk away, but on pure instinct, Mukuro grabbed his hand and told him that she wouldn’t mind having his company for lunch.

That was how her love for the Luckster started.

Her most anticipated part of the day was lunch, because she could hear his voice for what felt like hours.

She started following him around, watching his every move, his every interaction.

Muluro had even made a list of the people he interacted the most, notably, a larger portion of it were girls.

Which means, more people for her to… take care of... eventually.

She started sneaking around, and even learned a way to unlock his door at the dormitory, easily being able to watch her beloved sleep.

It was the highlight of her day, sitting there in front of his bed, watching his adorable face dream of, hopefully, her.

She would bring her hand to his cheek and caress it, admiring every detail of his cute face and cooing whenever he moved.

The was no day where Mukuro didn’t wish she could just, whisk him away and leave or… stick a bullet to his heart and then kill herself, so the two could be together in the afterlife.

But all of those thoughts went away, when she and two other whores that claimed to own her Luckster, overheard some dude from her class boasting about himself to his friends.

She didn’t bother to learn his name and truly, she couldn’t care less about anyone in her class that wasn’t Makoto or her sister, but she wouldn’t let anyone talk shit about her beloved.

One ‘incident' later, she was part of a cult.

Yep, it was a cult, the others could try and be coy about it, but Mukuro saw it for what it was.

Anyways, she didn’t like the idea of sharing Makoto’s time with those other whores, but oh well, it was for her beloved sake, so she’ll deal with it.

For now.

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Mikan was unstable.

That wasn’t news to anyone.

Talk with the nurse for more than ten seconds and you could already tell that something was deeply wrong with her.

The way she talked, walked and conducted herself was a very clear red flag. Because of that, she never made any real connections with anyone.

People saw her as an object, a little toy to satisfy their twisted desires, to slap and thrown around, to burn with lit cigarettes, to laugh as they kicked her poor broken body down a flight of stairs.

It was always like that, even at Hope’s Peak.

Her friends and classmates may seem like a step up from the people she was around before, but really, they aren’t any different.

Hiyoko would call her names, step on her feet, throw rocks at her and even hot coffee once, all while her friends would stand there doing nothing.

Chiaki was too busy with her games and poor social skills to notice, even though that was supposed to br her job as the class rep.

Sonia was being too much of a airhead as she normally is to even think that Hiyoko's behavior was anything but completely normal for Japanese people.

Akane was frankly braindead and the others are cowards or too busy in their own worlds to do anything.

But at the very least, they aren’t like Mahiru.

No, no, Mikan could take the others ignoring the clear bullying she was going through, at least they are decent enough to show that they didn’t care.

Mahiru was worse then any of them.

She would act all high and mighty, like some sort of protector of the innocent, always judging the boys for not meeting her standards, all while doing the most half-assed job at keeping that demon she called a friend in a leash.

Sure, she would reprimand Hiyoko with the most empty words possible and then act like she was some sort of hero for saying basically nothing.

It annoyed Mikan, it really did.

And that was the catalyst to the breaking point of what the nurse would call the worst day of her life.

Hiyoko had just poured a cup of hot tea on Mikan’s lap, it burned horribly and what did that cunt of a photographer say?

You’re so clumsy Mikan-chan!

That was when the nurse lost it, she pushed Hiyoko away and ran out of the cafeteria, tears streaming down her eyes as she heard Mahiru's angry shouts towards her.

But she didn’t care, everyone has a limit and she just reached hers.

Mikan ran without looking back, she just ran forward.

Until she hit someone, the two fell away from each other and the nurse closed her eyes, already hearing the person’s shouting even before it happened.

Except it didn’t.

The opposite did, once the person finally got into their feet, they approached her and asked if she was alright.

Opening her eyes and looking up, Mikan’s heart skipped a beat.

It was the Luckster from the class under hers, she had seen him from a distance before, but never from up close.

His face was twisted with worry and it was the most adorable thing, Mikan had ever seen in her life.

He helped her up and asked if she was hurt, before clumsy apologizing to her.

Mikan didn’t knew what to feel, she was used to be the one apologizing.

Before she could say anything however, her classmate’s voices echoed in the halls, making her jump slightly.

Noticing this, Makoto grabbed the nurse’s hand and pulled her away.

The two ran to the rooftop, where they sat down and he asked what happened and why was she running away from her classmates.

After years of holding her feelings up in her chest, for once, Mikan let it all out.

She spoke of her past, of how Hiyoko treated her and how nobody seemed to care.

And by the end, she felt like a boulder had been lifted from her shoulders.

Makoto didn’t talk a lot while she was speaking, but when he did, it was mostly words of encouragement and support.

She could feel that he was genuine and it made her so happy that she didn’t even notice the time pass.

Once nighttime came, the two made their way back down into the academy.

Makoto made sure to keep her company until she was safe back in her room.

When he was gone, Mikan dropped to her knees and began crying, not of sadness mind you, but of happiness.

Someone, for once, actually cared for her.

In that moment, Mikan finally understood something.

He was her light, the hope for her despair, the innocence to her perversion.

She was in in love with Naegi Makoto.

But how? You may ask.

Well, after being pretty much tortured her whole life, Mikan had a very distorted way of seeing the world.

She was quick to launch at conclusion, and even quicker to obsess over things that made her feel good.

So, the Luckster became her next obsession.

She would stalk him, invade his room at night and steal his clothes, watch his every move.

And while there was no proof of it, some of his accidents that sent him into the Infirmary may not be accidents, after all.

One day while preparing to throw a soccer ball at the Luckster’s head and pass the rest of her day in the infirmary watching his unconscious body, Mikan was approached by three of Makoto’s classmates.

They had a proposition to her, join the N.M.P.S. or die for even daring to think of their beloved.

While Mikan wanted the Luckster all to herself, she wasn’t stupid.

She knew he had enemies in the school and having like minded people to help her protect him was a good idea.

Even if it made disposing of them later on a bit more complicated, she still took the chance.

The rest of that day was spend with her and her sisters cooing Makoto’s unconscious body after his ‘incident’ at the soccer game.

He looked so adorable when unconscious~

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Peko could never forget the day she met Makoto, because it was the day she smiled for the first time.

Ever since she could remember, Peko has always been a tool, a weapon for the Kuzuryu Clan.

She was their sword, their executioner. Nothing more than that.

The Ultimate Swordswoman always knew that, she always believed that.

Yet  it still hurt when they tossed her out the clan because of what happened to Natsumi.

Peko couldn’t even understand why? It wasn’t her job to protect the brat, she was to keep an eye on Fuyuhiko and that was it.

But because of some bitch named Sato, Natsumi ended up hurt and for some reason they decided to throw the blame on poor Peko.

Peko had always been taught to never show her feelings, to be uncaring and cold.

She was a sword, their sword.

Then why?

Why did it hurt so much to be discarded like that?

That day, Peko wandered around without a destination.

She just ran and ran until her legs gave up.

When they did, she was at the small park in front of Hope’s Peak.

Sitting down on the bench, Peko watched the lake, wandering if she should just end it all?

Her life had no meaning without the Kuzuryu clan. She really had lost everything.

That was when he showed up.

Naegi Makoto, small, fluffy and adorable Naegi Makoto.

A underclassman she never paid much attention to be honest.

He asked her what was wrong.

She replied that it was nothing, yet he insisted that something was wrong.

He sat down by her side and waited yet, she said nothing.

He didn’t have to do this, he shouldn’t have to care for a tool…

Yet he did.

After some minutes of just silently watching the lake, he asked again what was wrong.

That was when she broke into tears.

It was all just too much, so she cried and he hugged her.

Hugging him back, Peko cried more, letting everything out like never before.

Once she eventually stopped, he asked if she was feeling better.

She sniffed and whispered a yes.

At that moment their eyes met and Peko felt something lit up inside her.

He looked so worried about her, a stranger, more worried than the people that raised her.

Their eyes met for a second, before Peko's eyes drifted elsewhere.

She looked at his hair, his fluffy, fluffy hair.

In a moment of pure instinct she reached out and petted it, moaning slightly at the soft feeling at her hand.

Makoto blushed and tried to ask what she was doing, but stopped mid-way for some reason.

She continued to stroke his hair, a glimmer in her eye as she did it.

Eventually, her trance was broken by Makoto’s giggles.

When she look back to his face, he smiled and said that she had a cute smile.

Peko was in shock, so she brought her other hand towards her lips and touched them.

She was smiling.

Peko was at a loss of words, so she didn’t knew what to think, so she did the only thing she could.

The Ultimate Swordswoman got up and ran away.

She locked herself in her room and looked at the mirror.

It was still there, a genuine smile, plastered on her lips, but it wasn’t just that.

No, no, it was so much more.

She had a faint blush in her cheeks, her heart was beating faster and her panties are drenched.

Peko looked around and quickly opened her closet, grabbing her sword and unsheathing it.

She looked at the blade carefully and then she did the unthinkable.

Peko laid onto her bed, pulled her skirt up and used the handle of her sword as a impromptu dildo.

All while thinking of that boy that made her smile and his fluffy hair.

That was the point of no return to Peko.

At her darkest moment, a fluffy savior had come to her rescue and by any normal standards, he didn’t do jack shit really to Peko, he did enough.

While the two would rarely communicate after that, Peko made sure to follow him everywhere and I mean everywhere.

She somehow managed to cut a handful of his pubic hair, don’t ask how, and left it secure at her dorm room, and before you ask, it was just as fluffy as his hair.

She kept her routine of watching him, until one day where she was approached by a group of people.

Like minded people that wanted nothing more than to protect Makoto.

She didn’t need to hear anything more really, so without a second thought, Pekoyama Peko became the sword of the N.M.P.S.

Peko wasn’t as aggressive as her sisters when it came down to being jealous of each other, but that was because she was sure that if push came to shove.

She could cut them all down and have Makoto all to herself.

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Kirumi was a maid first, a person second.

That’s how she always lived her life and that’s how she will continue to do so.

Being a maid was more than just her talent, it was her calling in life, her motive to be alive and her ultimate goal.

To be the best maid to ever serve.

Well, that was what the Ultimate told anyone when they asked what her dream was and to be fair, it wasn’t a complete lie.

What Kirumi really wanted was to serve the one and only master that deserved her.

Naegi Makoto, her dearest upperclassman.

Before being scouted to Hope’s Peak, the maid had served a bunch of different people.

From journalists, to artists, to politicians or some cuck named Byakuya.

But once she entered Hope’s Peak, she ended up having to serve the Luckster of class 78, because of some assignment.

Well, old Kirumi would have said because of a assignment, the new one would say it was destiny.

Coming from a long family of maids, Kirumi heard of a strange concept from her mother.

The perfect master.

It was a legend, passed down her family tree, about the perfect master.

A master that would complete his maid in heart and soul.

No one in Kirumi's family had met this ‘perfect master' well, until she did.

During that assignment, Kirumi was to be Makoto’s maid for a week.

From the get go, the two already hit off pretty well, he was kind, gentle and ready to help, all signs of a good master.

But what shocked Kirumi was just how she seemed to just naturally know how to serve him, even though they never met before.

She knew what his favorite clothes are just by looking at them, she knew where to put all his folded clothes without having to ask him where to put then, she knew his smell from a distance and somehow knew his schedule even before he told her it.

Could this be it?

Kirumi felt her heart pound loudly in her chest once it finally clicked in her head.

Naegi Makoto was Kirumi's perfect master.

Once she realized this, the Ultimate Maid knew what she had to do.

On that exact same day, she went to the principal’s office and requested to be officially declared as Makoto’s personal maid and move to his room ASAP.

That cunt of a principal said no.

Okay, if they didn’t want her to officially move in with her master, then she’ll have to do it unofficially.

From that day forward, Kirumi would watch her beloved master 24/7.

She’ll break into his room and steal his clothes, clean then, iron then and put then back into his drawer.

Whenever he had a problem studying to a test, she would, conveniently, be passing by and just so happen to be well educated in the subject.

She would make lunches for him and when he was distracted, swap his lunch with the one she made.

One day after kicking Teruteru out of his own kitchen, Kirumi was approached by a group of girls.

Once she learned of the N.M.P.S. she joined them on the spot, really she didn’t need any more reasoning outside of protecting her beloved master.

And some may think that Kirumi would be against working with her rivals in love, but well, they’ll be wrong.

Kirumi was smart, smarter than most people thought really.

She saw no reason to be hostile against her fellow sisters, and that’s because she knew they had a place in her future plans.

What plans?

World domination of course~

Maids are the hearts of every house, they see everything, they hear everything, they know everything in their master’s house.

So, Kirumi being from a family that has the best maids of their time, knew a lot of dirty from a lot of influential people.

Really, she could take over Japan at any point, and from that, how hard could it be to take over the rest of the world?

She’ll make her master see the truth, that she was the only one for him, and then she’ll give him the world.

Being more proper than her sisters, she’ll gift them as mistresses to her master, but of course she’ll be the top bitch.

Not his wife, no, no, one of the others could take that title.

Kirumi wanted nothing more than to be Makoto’s maid, after all-

-we all know that the maid is the most important lady of the house, right~?

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Why are feelings so freaking complicated?

Why couldn’t Tenko just be like she was before Hope’s Peak?

The answer was Naegi Makoto, of course.

Before she got into Hope’s Peak life was simple.

Men = degeneracy, Tenko = Equalizing Justice.

It was so simple really!

But nooooo, that adorable, piece of cuteness has to exist and destroy her whole way of looking at life.

Tenko still remember the first time she met Makoto, mostly because she sent him to the infirmary after he tried to introduce himself to her.

God, she still cringed at the memory.

During most of her first year, she would maintain that antagonistic relationship to her senpai, that was until one very specific day.

You see, since the first day Tenko always had this one-sided crush on her classmate Himiko.

At first the aikido master thought that it was love at first sight, she would always be by Himiko's side and would try her best to conquer the smaller girl’s heart!

That was until one day, when Tenko forgot something on her locker room after classes and went back to grab it.

On the way back, she passed in front of her classroom where Himiko and Angie making out.

That broke Tenko's heart, she already had a inkling that Angie wanted something with Himiko, but it still hurt all the same.

To make matters even worse, the two started talking shit about her in between their kisses.

Tenko was heartbroken and didn’t knew what to do, so she ran away.

After running until her legs gave out, she found herself at the entrance to the academy.

And just so happened to be there?

Naegi Makoto approached her and asked what was wrong.

She grabbed him and tried to toss him away like she always did, but she was so weak emotionally that even that was a struggle.

Noticing that she wasn't feeling well, Makoto asked if she wanted to go to the infirmary, to which she weakly shook her head.

Then he helped her walk into a bench nearby, the two sat down and she cried for what felt like hours.

And he stayed with her, the Luckster didn’t said anything, he just kept her company while she was going through a rough time.

Tenko couldn’t understand it back then, why was someone that she was constantly pushing away helping her? While someone she held so dearly was talking behind her back?

After she stopped crying, Makoto escorted Tenko back to her room.

Before he went away, she hugged him and asked why he still helped her, even though she has been nothing but a nuisance to him.

That’s what friends are for, right?

H-He, he considered Tenko a friend? Even though she did nothing but hurt him?

It was in that moment that Tenko understood something very important.

Everyone in this school was a degenerate, except for herself and Makoto.

And Chabashira Tenko had just fallen in love with the only non-degenarate.

After she had that revelation, Tenko noticed how all the other men around Makoto are constantly trying to corrupt him, to bring her pure boy into the their claws of degeneracy!

More so, she now could see just how much the girls on Hope’s Peak are just as degenerate as the boys!

Just look at Miu!

She made a vow to herself! Tenko would protect Makoto from the degeneracy, no matter the cost!

She would follow him everywhere, easily noticing the way some people look at her beloved.

In fact, Tenko noticed how a certain group of girl looked at her pure boy.

It wasn’t just rancid lust like Miu or that creepy girl with glasses from his class, no, it was with love just like her!

It wasn’t long until Tenko got approached by the N.M.P.S. and she was very obviously on board.

She had finally met her people, non-degenerates that are looking for love just like herself.

Tenko could sleep peacefully, knowing that her love was safe at her hands and with the help of her new sisters, she shall keep on protecting him.

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“Sisters!” Kyoko exclaims, gaining the attention of her fellow N.M.P.S. members. “I have summoned all of you to this import meeting in order to discuss two very important subjects.” The detective paces back and forth, her sister looking expectantly at her. “Firstly and most importantly!” Stopping in place and turning towards the other girls in the room. “Our uniforms are finally ready!” she smiles as the room erupts in cheers.

“Seriously?” Sayaka asks with sparkles in her eyes. “We have been waiting for ages!”

“W-Where?” Mukuro pants while drool starts leaking from the corner of her mouth. “I-I n-need mine RIGHT NOW!”

“Calm down sister!” Kirumi reprimands the soldier as she pushes a cart towards the center of the room. “I know we’ve been waiting for long, but wait just a minute more.”

“Tenko wonders-" The aikido master blushes as she rubs her thighs together. “-D-Did you g-get his scent?” She asks, making the others look towards their leader with a tense gaze.

Kyoko smiles and huffs. “Of course I did!” The others sigh in relief. “Who do you think I am?”  The lavender-haired detective then blushes deeply. “A-After I got my hands on the uniforms, I-I sneaked into his room a-and-" She holds back an moan and starts rubbing her thighs together. “-I m-made sure that o-our uniforms had t-the authentic s-scent of my beloved!” Kyoko practically moaned the last part.

A chorus of perfectly synchronized moans followed after their leader.

“Now, now ladies, how about we start the main event of tonight?” The Ultimate Maid says seemly more composed than her sisters, but if one was to watch carefully, they could see her moving her legs under her puffy dress, possibly pressing her thighs together.

They all snap their heads towards the maid, which pulls the blanked that was over the cart, their eyes all shine as they see what was layered atop the cart.

Perfect replicas of their beloved’s hoodie, but with their names in embroidery on the back.

“I NEED MINE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!” Mikan yells practically tossing herself towards the cart.

“ME TOO!” Peko follows her classmate lead and quickly snatches her uniform from the pile. “Oh my Makoto! This is so fluffy!” The swordswoman takes a long sniff out of the piece of clothing and almost cums on the spot. “It really smells like him!”

Tenko was already wearing her hoodie and was on the floor happily rolling around.

Mukuro had passed out as soon as she grabbed the clothing, her body was now spasming on the floor.

Mikan had no shame whatsoever, as soon as she put on her hoodie, her hand was already down her skirt as she was moaning out loud.

Kyoko had put her own and was completely lost in her own world, groggily giggling like a little girl.

The only two that are holding themselves fairly well are Sayaka and Kirumi.

“Tsk, and she calls herself our leader!” Says the bluenette with a pout.

“Let them have their fun.” Kirumi replies, licking her lips.

The second subject of the meeting was completely forgotten as the girls enjoyed themselves with their new uniforms.

Meanwhile a bound and gagged Tsumugi watched in horror the scene in front of her.

“What is she doing here again?” Sayaka asks turning towards the cosplayer and pointing at her.

“Oah, I forgot she was there!” The maid giggles. “Our leader threatened her until she made us those uniforms.” Adding a little giggle, the maid continues. “We decided to keep her around for now, she may ended up being useful with her sewing skills!” Kirumi giggled and looked towards the cosplayer.

Tsumugi gulped down, feeling like her life was going to get a lot worse.

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Mukuro watched Makoto’s sleeping form from the corner of his room. She hugged her newly made hoodie and sighed wishfully.

What wouldn’t she give to be at that bed with him, wearing his hoodie over her naked body, hugging her beloved Luckster and showering him in her love~

The soldier bit her lower lip. Without even noticing, her hand had moved down and was now comfortably inside her skirt.

Suddenly, the bed creaks and Mukuro's gaze locks on her beloved's form.

Makoto adjusts himself and yawns lightly, before drifting back to sleep.

The Ultimate Soldier moans slightly, her fingers are now gently caressing her wet slit. Seeing the Luckster almost wake up and caught her was such a thrill.

Before Mukuro could continue touching herself, a sudden beep makes her eyes move back to her beloved’s sleeping form.

By the side of his bed on the bedside table, his phone had lighten up and multiple pings echo through the room.

The soldier watches carefully if the pings had awaken Makoto, but as he continued to softly snore, the girl let out a small sigh and moved closer to the bed.

Picking up his still beeping phone, she’s easily able to unlock it and goes directly into his messages.

Mukuro raised a eyebrow. “His sister?” She whispers to herself while looking into her crush’s phone.

In the last three hours, Komaru had sent her brother 69 messages.

The soldier was very confused, because most of the messages are incoherent gibberish like:

I luv u onii-chan~

This same phrase was repeated multiple times in a roll.

Suddenly Mukuro cursed herself for not paying attention when Junko was teaching her the modern way people texted.

She just wasn’t used to it okay? Most messages she has ever received and sent are encrypted thanks to their vote of secrecy on Fenrir.

After cursing herself a bit more, Mukuro turns her gaze back to the phone, only to be surprised.

All the messages are gone.

All deleted in a quick glance away.

Blinking, the soldier cracked Makoto’s phone in her hand.

She didn’t knew why, but her ‘Protect Makoto from wenches’ sense had just gone off.

She didn’t knew Komaru at all, but Mukuro already didn’t like her.

Makoto groans and Mukuro is quick to move under the bed.

She hears his soft snores come back and a smile forms on her face. She could worry about Komaru later, for now she was going to watch her beloved sleep, like always~

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Tenko took a deep breath.

She had to calm down. Losing her temper right now would surely result in something very bad happening.

“-Let me tell ya, it was fucking massive!” Miu whispers from her table at the cafeteria, which just so happened to be the one that was right behind Tenko. “Who would thought little Naegi-senpai was stacked!” The blond inventor continued to gossip about her senpai's ‘length’.

The ultimate inventor had spend half of her lunch break talking about how she managed to sneak into the boy’s changing room and snapped some pictures of them being naked to her friends Kaede, Angie and Himiko. Normally, Tsumugi would be there too, but she was… busy at the moment.

Tenko couldn’t care less that the other boys had their privacy breached, fuck ‘em really, but what she absolutely would not stand for was the fact that bitch took an interest in her man!

How dare she breach Makoto-senpai’s privacy and snatch some photos of him naked!

It was disgusting, creepy and downright evil what Miu was doing!

…

No, the irony was not entirely lost on Tenko.

B-But Tenko invades his privacy for l-love, not just for some degenerate desire!

Yeah, that’s totally different!

Now, back on topic.

She heard the blond go on and on about how much she wanted to bounce and get pounded by senpai’s thing.

Heh, as if he would give a harlot like her any time of day… right?

I-I mean, w-when Tenko stops to think about it, Makoto-senpai is always around some blond bimbo in a way or another.

Because of his position as class representative, he is always hanging out with Kaede, which is blond, tends to wear very tight clothes and is stacked on the chest department.

There’s also his classmate Junko, which is the quintessential bimbo!

Maybe he had a thing for blonds?

Snap!

Without even noticing, the aikido master had bent a spoon in her fingers.

“-Anyways ladies, I have to go take a piss-“ Miu gets up from her table and chuckles out loud. “-be right back!”

As Tenko sees the blond walking away, a idea pops into her head.

The aikido master smirks and gets up from her seat, tossing the bent spoon on her still untouched lunch.

Moving quickly towards the hallway, Tenko soon finds what she was looking for.

The female bathroom.

Cracking her knuckles, Tenko smiles.

Time to show a degenerate what Tenko’s fists of love and justice are made of.

She was going to protect her beloved’s privacy!

Beating up Miu to a bloody pulp and borrowing her phone was really just a bonus~

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A maid's heart is always with her master, no matter the time, no matter the place.

Whenever Makoto was in any sort of trouble, no matter how small or insignificant, Kirumi would appear like an angel and help him solve it. Call it an maid's intuition.

And today was no exception.

After Mukuro for reason destroyed his phone, his luck struck at the worst possible time and he simply could not purchase another one, something involving his online purchases just, failing.

So for a week as of now, he was without a phone. That is, until today.

Kirumi hummed happily to herself as she moved swiftly across the empty halls of Hope’s Peak. The moon being the only source of light illuminating her way into her beloved master’s room.

Stopping in front of it, the Ultimate takes in a deep breath and easily unlocks the door to his room.

She did that so many times that it was second nature by now.

Tiptoeing to no make any noise, Kirumi walks into her beloved’s room and gently closes the door behind her.

Walking slowly and carefully towards his bed, the maid gently puts the package with his new phone that she bought up, on the bedside table. After putting it down, she turned her gaze towards her sleeping master and moved her hand to his cheek.

She gently stroked it, cooing at the warmth her master’s cheek gave off.

Kirumi could barely wait for the day when they would sleep together in his mansion. He would skip out of his chamber with whomever he decides to take as his main wife, go into her head-maid room and make sweet, sweet love as-

A small, insignificant creak from the door of his closet takes the maid out of her fantasy, her eyes move quickly from her master’s sleeping form to the closet’s slightly open door.

A pair of red, glowing eyes stare back at the Ultimate Maid. Whoever this was, had some sort of weapon in their hands, judging by the slight reflection of the moon in what looked like a knife.

Most people would be afraid, but a maid’s duty is to protect her master at all costs, so Kirumi locked eyes with whomever was inside the closet.

They didn’t blink or avert their gazes, they simply stood there, glaring at each other, waiting for any movement.

Another creak takes Kirumi’s attention from the closet.

Makoto just turned around in his bed, making maid hold her breath, he then proceeded to yawn and go back to slightly snore.

The younger Ultimate held back her urge to coo and admire her beloved, then gazed back into the closet, only to find nothing there.

Giving Makoto a little good night kiss on the forehead, Kirumi bowed to the sleeping luckster and walked out of his room.

She looked around the hall to see if there was any clue of who that person was. Sadly, there was none. Whomever that was, it was a very quick person that didn’t leave any clue behind.

That was worrying.

Someone else had taken a interest in her master and whoever that was, they had quite the ability to move almost unnoticed, like an assassin or a serial killer.

She would have to report this back to her sisters.

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Sayaka’s early routine was very simple.

She would wake up, brush her teeth, take a quick bath, pray for Makoto in the little sanctuary she built under her bed, then dress up and go to class.

In class she would sit on the back and stare lovingly at her beloved, watching the way he breathed, listening in close to his voice when the teacher asked a question and he would answer. All the while, the bluenette would sighs wistfully.

Oh, only God knows just how much she wanted to whisk him away and leave this shitty school.

When class ends, Sayaka always approaches her beloved and invites him to lunch. He normally accepts, except when Mikan brings him to the infirmary to “hangout”.

How can someone hangout with an unconscious body is beyond Sayaka, but still-

Talking with him during lunch was the absolute highlight of her day.

Once lunch’s finished, they have their afternoon classes and then are free to do whatever.

When she doesn’t have a meeting of the N.M.P S. or practice with her idol group, Sayaka follows Makoto around taking in everything he does in his day.

Then at night, she goes back to her room and starts working on her lyrics for her new songs. All of them being very much not subtle about what they meant.

She is on her ‘uncensored Sayaka era’ as her fans liked to call, where her songs became way more explicit.

Under normal circumstances, the producers would fire her on the spot because of how lewd she became ever since getting into Hope’s Peak.

Imagine? A idol singing about her impure thoughts on a boy.

Too bad for them, Sayaka wasn’t just anyone. She was the most popular idol of the generation, plus most of her fans also liked her more unhinged version of her, it separated the blue-haired girl from other idols.

Of course, there are some fans that didn’t like that new direction, but they don’t matter in the slightest.

A bunch of disgusting basement dwelling shits can’t and won’t stop her from singing her heart out to Makoto!

Once she was done writing for the day, she would strip out of her clothes and slip into her N.M.P.S. uniform and drift to the world of dreams, where she would continue to dream of her 43 future sons and daughters with Makoto~

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“Man, I’m beat!” Kazuichi exclaims to himself while wiping some sweat out of his brow.

He had been working on fixing the engine of a machine that Miu made a couple days ago. The pink-haired boy really didn’t need to fix it right away, seeing that the inventor was stuck on the hospital after a strange accident on the girl’s bathroom.

Must have been a pretty nasty accident for her to break almost all of the bones in her body.

“Eh, whatever.” The pinkette stretches and sighs tiredly.

He starts humming and walks out of his workshop, locks the door and soon is on his way to the dorms. Humming all the way.

Once Kazuichi turns the corner, his humming is interrupted when his body is grabbed and slammed against the wall violently.

“AYO WHAT THE FUC-“ He yells in a panic, until he looks at the person holding him and the panic turns onto confusion. “-Pekoyama?”

The silver-haired girl stares down the poor mechanic’s soul. “I need information.” She proclaims coldly.

“W-What?” He asks even more confused.

What could Peko of all people want to know about him?

“You’re our local Sonia expert.” Really he was more of a stalker, but the swordswoman wasn’t going to judge him on that, especially because of her own obsession. “I need information on Sonia.”

“On Sonia-san?” Kazuichi puts on a serious expression. “Sorry Pekoyama, but if it’s about Sonia-san I won’t say anything!”

Of course. If it involved his one-sided crush, Kazuichi suddenly decided to be brave all of a sudden.

Too bad for him, Peko knew exactly how to deal with this type of bravado. “Okay then.” She lets go of the boy, but before he can breath a sigh of relief, the silver-haired girl unsheathed her sword and pointed it at the pinkette.

“PEKOYAMA! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” As expected, his bravado disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.

Not taking her intense eyes out of him for a second, Peko points the sword down at his crotch. “I want to know about Sonia’s recent interest in Naegi Makoto and if you don’t answer-“ She does a quick stab motion, making the boy tense up. “-You better be ready to lose your pathetic excuse of a cock.”

“OKAY, OKAY, I GOT IT!” With a heavy sigh, Kazuichi explains. “Sonia-san has been hanging out after school with the luckster from class 78.” Peko couldn’t help but notice that his tone changed to one of disgust at the end there. “She’s been acting weird ever since.” Seemingly forgetting the situation he was in, the boy says with clear disdain in his voice. “First that fucker Gundham tried to corrupt Sonia-san! Now that shitty luckste- gah!” Before he can finish, Peko hits his head with the sheath of her sword, making the boy stumble back and lean against the wall.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY FLUFFY BOY LIKE THAT!” She yells angrily in a way that Kazuichi rarely saw before. “Honestly-“ Peko lifts her sword and points it to his neck. “-I should just kill you on the spot for your insolence… but-“ She smiles, something that was even more strange to see than her angry expression. “-you can still be useful.” Without any other word, Peko hits Kazuichi again, this time with the handle of her sword.

The boy barely has any time to react and soon he is laying unconscious on the floor.

Huffing, Peko sheaths her sword again and grabs the pinkette by the hands. “He can provide us with information on that bitch Sonia.” She doesn’t even bother to put him on her back and just starts dragging the boy away. “That bitch is definitely trying to seduce my Makoto! But that won’t happen on my watch!” With that said, Peko disappears in the night while dragging Kazuichi’s unconscious body away to God knows where.

…

Hey, at least Tsumugi won’t be alone anymore.

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Mikan stared happily out of the window. “Any moment now~” She giggles in a girlish way to herself while caressing a rather large rock in her hands.

You see, the nurse's office is located right in front of the courtyard, from its window Mikan can see pretty much all of the students enjoying their breaks down there. Under most circumstances, she would keep the windows closed… but today someone special is enjoying their lunch down in the courtyard-

-of course it’s her beloved Makoto~

And he is the motive why she is holding a rock.

It’s not uncommon to see Makoto on the nurse’s office, he is a very clumsy guy after all.

Well… maybe that isn’t exactly true.

Most people around the school think that Makoto is just unlucky and all of his accidents are caused by his strange talent.

But that isn’t entirely true, actually, most of his accidents are caused by none other than Mikan herself. She already knew Makoto’s daily routine, so making little traps to hurt him wasn’t anything that hard.

Why does she do that?

Because she loved the sight of her beloved drenched in his own blood, laying hopelessly on the nurse’s bed… her bed.

She relished in the feeling of knowing that he wouldn’t, nay, couldn’t leave her when he was like that.

Her sister at the N.M.P.S. didn’t understand and even reprimanded her for feeling like that, then again it’s not like they would understand.

The only one that seemed to share something similar was Mukuro. Although she wanted to kill Makoto and then herself in order to achieve some vallhala or some shit like that.

Mikan wasn’t like that, no, no, no.

She didn’t want her beloved dead, she needed him alive, just… heavily hurt so she, his beloved wife and nurse would take care of him until the day they both died.

Oh, she could already picture it! Breaking both his arms and legs to the point where it would be unrepairable and then, break his mind and soul, poisoning his purity with her filth and slowly making sure that he is addicted to her help. Then she would give him baths, dress him up, give him food and take good care of him, to the point where he wouldn’t be able to function without her.

Yes, that was Mikan’s dream~

“Ohhhh~” The nurse moans while gently stroking the rock in her hand. “If only you aren’t so resistant!”

That was the biggest problem she faced in her plan-

Makoto was essentially indestructible.

No matter what she did, he would always come out with only minor injuries and at best, would be out for like an hour.

“Well, not that it matters~” Mikan’s eyes lock with Makoto’s figure as he walks around the school’s courtyard while accompanied by Chihiro. “You will be mine soon enough~” She giggles and with surprise precision, launches the rock towards the boy.

The nurse closes her eyes and takes in the desperate shouts of the students, all yelling to call for the nurse.

She would, happily oblige~

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Things are… weird right now.

From the mysterious person that was in Makoto’s room, to the ever present feeling that they are being watched. Kyoko was sure of it.

Someone else has taken a interest in her Makoto and by consequence, the N.M.P.S.

Not that it was a surprise really, with Makoto’s popularity around the school it was only a question of time until someone else took a interest on the brunette.

They are very bold too, sending gifts that seem that are tailor made for him and with long, very detailed love letters attached to it too.

Of course, before the letters can come through, the N.M.P.S. took care of disposing them.

Still, whoever this mysterious person was, they seemed to know a lot about Makoto. By the contents of the love letters, they even knew a lot of personal details that even the N.M.P.S. didn’t know and that was very worrying.

Doing what she does best, I mean, outside of stalking Makoto. Kyoko went ahead and did some sleuthing by herself and came to four suspects that could be this mysterious person.

They all had reasons to be infatuated with her luckster so finding the culprit was going to be hard. Of course, there was always the worse case scenario in which all four of them are correct.

She was about to summon her sisters so they could have a meeting about the situation, when something unexpected happened.

Someone slid a envelope under her door.

Inside it contained a letter, decorated in some fancy designs and at the center of it, in golden, bold letters there was a acronym.

N.M.D.G.

Kyoko’s fears had been proven correct.

It wasn’t a mysterious person behind those recent events.

It was a mysterious group.

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Thunder claps outside, illuminating a dark room in a large mansion for just a split second at a time.

“I believe everything is in place?” Asks a girl with blond hair and pale-blue eyes. Her pretty dark-teal dress contrasting with her pale skin.

Another girl, this one with black-haired hair in two braids and crimson red eyes nods. She was laying against the wall while throwing a knife in the air and catching it with her fingers. “Indeed. We should receive a answer from them soon.”

“Kyehahahaha!” A boisterous laugh echoes through the room. It belonged to another girl, this one with long dark-purple hair, also in two braids, large red irises and a lengthy tongue falling out of her mouth. “I can’t wait anymore~ I need to have a piece of him~” She hugs herself and moans loudly. “Can’t we just attack now?”

Her moans are cut short however by the sound of a beautiful melody being played on a piano. “We must not make any unnecessary moves.” Says another blond girl, this one with plum-colored eyes.

As she finishes her melody, another thunder claps outside.

“We shouldn’t underestimate them… I think.” A mauve-haired girl playing on a portable game console speaks up. “The N.M.P.S. has just as many capable members as we do.”

The first blond, seemingly the leader of this group smirks. “Yes they do.” She then looks at a last girl sitting on the corner of the room. “But we have a secret weapon.”

By the corner, sits a average-looking girl with short darkish-green brown hair, green eyes and more prominently a ahoge atop her head.

She says nothing and only stares aggressively at the others. Her eyes sending a clear message.

My Onii-chan… is mine!

To which the other girls replied in kind.

We are not going to lose.

After all, they might be allies right now, but they all had only one objective in mind.

Naegi.

Makoto.

That was the reason they got together, and he was going to be reason they are so ready to stab each other’s in the back.

Still, for the time being, they are a group and they shall act as such.

They are the Naegi Makoto Devotion Group until further notice~

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It was a normal night for Peko. The braided beauty was doing her normal patrol around Makoto’s room.

She would check around the vicinity, trespass into his room and smell his sweat while playing with his stupidly fluffy hair then go back to her patrol. Rinse and repeat.

Thank God he was a heavy sleeper and never woke up when she was doing her thing.

Still, tonight was different from the other days. Someone was with her-

No, that is not correct.

Something was with her.

Peko clutches the sheath of her sword and closes her eyes. While it was dark and the only sounds a normal human could hear are the crickets and whispers of the wind, the Ultimate Swordswoman wasn’t a normal person, in fact she hasn’t even a normal Ultimate.

Her years of experience as a tool for the largest criminal group in all of Japan aren’t for nothing. She better than anyone knew those that dealt in darkness could move without making a sound or allowing any part of their presence to be felt.

In a blink of a eye, Peko felt something touching her neck. It was cold, sharp and hard, definitely a small blade of some sort.

But the silver-haired Swordswoman didn’t flinch, panic or sweat. She was the sword that would protect Makoto, and as such she couldn’t afford to show any weakness.

“You’re quick Ms. Wench Assassin-“ Using her sheathed sword, Peko hits the person behind her.

In response to the attack, the mysterious individual slices Peko’s throat, before stumbling backwards.

“…” The person, now bathed in the beautiful moonlight coming from the windows stares at the silver-haired girl in front of her. “Your skin is quite hard Ms. Bitch Swordswoman.” She watches as the other girl cleans off the blood coming from a scratch on her neck. “That would have killed anyone else.”

Peko’s fierce red eyes stare deeply into the girl she now recognized as Harukawa Maki from the same class as Tenko. “While I will admit that my skin is quite tough, you also didn’t put everything you had into that attack.” She grabs the handle of her sword and starts to slowly unsheathe it. “I shall bring death to any heathen that tries to seduce my fluffy God!”

Suddenly all the killing intent in Maki’s eyes dissipates. “Well, I had my fun. But this is not why am here.” She grabs something that was hiding inside of her skirt and quickly throw it at Peko.

The Swordswoman catches the thing in between her fingers. “A letter?” She asks, not expecting a answer.

“A invitation.” Maki turns around and begins walking away. “If your little group truly loves Makoto, then accepting it will be a no brainer.” With those cryptic words, the Ultimate Assassin disappears leaving only the crickets and the howling of the wind behind.

Peko stared at the letter in between her fingers. The logo of the N.M.D.G. plastered right in the middle.

She didn’t knew what was inside this letter, but she knew one thing.

If it was to prove her love for Makoto, she would do anything, kill anyone. Including herself.