2 students remaining.
They had five minutes left.
Ohtori turned away from Shishido, fingering his dagger. It should be me, he
thought, as he flipped the weapon over and pressed it's tip between his own ribs. He
deserves to live, he stated firmly to himself as he shoved the blade in, a gasp slipping
past his lips, "Shishido-san ... "
There was an answering whisper of "Ohtori ... "
He turned, smiling, content in the knowledge that he had saved his one true love, only to
freeze, staring horrified at the stiletto jutting out from between Shishido's ribs.
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