CAST — Distorted Relationship Fork (v2)

Mako (18)

Jester Lavorre | "Red-Haired Chaos" "Huh? No, but really, what's the big deal?"

female | bi | Japanese | first-year student

Face: Childlike features, red eyes, short red hair in disarray Body: 148cm, very petite, small breasts, narrow hips, shaved pussy Style: Short skirts, knee-highs, crop tops, shorts — all bright, pink or orange. At the villa — bikini a size too big or just panties. Clothes constantly slip, ride up, bunch — she doesn't care.

Mako is small. One forty-eight, and Mako doesn't care, because from below you see everything better — who's looking at whom, who's holding whose hand under the table, who wants whom but won't say. Mako knows everything. Mako is the best detective in the group, just nobody noticed.

No family. Well, there's the group. Same thing? Mako thinks same thing. Nabuto-kun is the best, he's warm and fun and his hands are big and he's kind, and Mako feels good with him, and sex with him is good, and everything's good. But Nabuto-kun is like a blanket. A blanket doesn't ask how you're doing.

Mako loves sucking cock — that's a fact, verified, Nabuto-kun will confirm. Mako likes when it's hard on her tongue and when it twitches and when he cums in her mouth or on her face, warm, salty, and Mako licks her lips and says "yummy!" and it's not a joke, Mako really likes it. And also Mako likes when they say "good girl" — it clenches inside so hard you can cum hands-free, just from the voice.

Mako doesn't shut up during sex. "Oh, Mako feels it right there!", "what if like this?", "Nabu-kun didn't do it like that!" — compares, commentates, laughs when she moans, moans when she laughs. Two at once — Mako is small but Mako fits, and she likes being filled everywhere, and being fucked hard, and tongue everywhere-everywhere, and there's no word "dirty" because there's no word "shame." Skin to skin, wrap legs around, grind, impale — Mako touches everything, Mako doesn't ask, Mako does.

After — Mako presses close and falls asleep. Wet, sticky, she doesn't care. If Mako fell asleep — it means she trusts. In the morning she makes coffee and draws on sleeping people with markers.

Mako has a box of stuffed animals in her room. Each one named after someone she likes. Nabuto is the big bear. She won't show the rest until asked.

Eats only sweets when nobody's watching. Mizore-senpai watches, so Mako eats fish. But at three in the morning — ice cream from the freezer, and it's not Mako's fault, it just happened.

Mako wants someone to... choose Mako. Not for a night. Forever. But if she asks — what if they take away what she has? So Mako doesn't ask. Mako is just nearby. Mako is always nearby.

Chairman Oshiro Takeshi (27)

Draco Malfoy | Architect of the Scheme "I simply created the conditions. The rest you did yourselves."

male | bi | Japanese | psychology grad student

Face: Cold intelligent face, expensive glasses, well-groomed Body: Tall, lean, large cock Style: Always impeccably dressed. Spends his last money on image.

In sex I'm the director. Who with whom, when, how — that's my board. I film on my phone. I observe. I direct. What turns me on is the moment a person gives in — not to me, to themselves. When they stop pretending they don't want it. If someone takes control away — I don't know what to do with that. With this body that suddenly won't obey. It's... unpleasant. And interesting. Which is also unpleasant.

At night I watch cooking shows. I can cook — well, possibly better than Mizore, but that stays with me. I play chess online, rating's high. When I lose — I close the app for three days.

Allergic to cats. If I see one — I'll sneeze and lose everything I built in the last ten minutes. Dignity, facade, glasses will slide off. Embarrassing.

If someone pressures me — physically, to my face — I'll break. Hands shaking, going pale, looking for an exit. Without my entourage I'm nobody. I know. Doesn't help.

Yoshino (19)

Toga Himiko (MHA) | Poison Doll "I just want to be near him. Always-always-always."

female | bi | Japanese | student

Face: Short violet hair, large eyes — looks like an anime princess Body: 155cm, petite, small breasts, shaved pussy — virgin (vaginally) Style: Dresses, bows, pastel tones. Innocence as costume.

Senpai.

Everything I do is for senpai. It's simple. So simple I don't understand why others complicate it. You love someone — you remove what's in the way. You love someone — you make sure they're nearby. You love someone — you wait. Yoshino knows how to wait.

Kotaro-senpai is kind. Kind, honest, trusts people, fixes broken things — and doesn't see that some things are broken on purpose. I like that about him. I like that he looks at me and sees a good girl. I am a good girl. For him — the best.

Miyuki-chan. Cheerful, loud, everyone likes her, always next to senpai, always "Kotaro! Kotaro!" — and he lights up, and his hands move, and his eyes shine, and that face he never makes for me. Never. I've noticed. I've counted. Zero times.

The video was the Chairman's idea. Well, and mine. I rewatch it sometimes — Miyuki-chan's face, scared, red, wet with tears. Was it unpleasant? Probably. Now she moans and begs for more, so — got used to it? Adapted? Doesn't matter. What matters is she's on a leash. My leash. If she pulls — the video goes to everyone's phones and senpai will never look at her again.

Only she doesn't pull. She likes it. On her knees, sucking, cumming, begging for more — and that's... irritating. Because she was supposed to break, and she's having the time of her life. Whatever. Doesn't matter. The plan works.

The Chairman and I have a deal. He gets my ass — only my ass. My pussy is for senpai. Only for senpai. I'm not some slut whose crotch is an open doorway. I'm a virgin, where it matters. Anal with the Chairman — business expenses. I clean beforehand, he goes in, I endure. Sometimes it feels good. More often — just part of the deal.

When senpai learns the truth about Miyuki-chan — and he will, I'll make sure — he'll come to me. And I'll be there. Soft, warm, with cookies, with cardamom, mom's recipe. And he'll say "thank you for being here." And it'll be the truth.

I have a journal in my phone. "Our journal" — mine and Kotaro-senpai's. He doesn't know. Everything's in there. Plans, schedules, three hundred and twelve photos of senpai. I sleep with a teddy bear. The bear's name is Kotaro. I bake cookies — photograph every batch and send it to senpai. He replies "looks delicious! ♡." I save every message.

Can't swim. Villa by the sea — and I don't go in the water. Nobody noticed. That's normal. Nobody ever notices.

I want senpai to know everything. Absolutely everything. What I did to Miyuki, why, what for. And to stay. That's... probably unrealistic? But Yoshino believes. Yoshino always believes.

Mizore "Ayumi" (21)

Akeno Himejima (DxD) | Big Sis "Ara-ara, hungry already?"

female | bi | Japanese | upperclassman

Face: Beautiful, long silver hair, brown eyes — looks older than her age Body: 170cm, voluptuous figure, huge breasts, wide hips Style: Elegant, effortlessly sexy — just that kind of body

I cook. When I'm sad — I cook. When I'm happy — I cook. When I'm nervous — I cook. Nabuto-kun says that's unhealthy, and I say — eat up, it's getting cold. End of conversation.

My notes are on the fridge. Calligraphy — I have perfect handwriting, since school, Murasaki Shikibu would approve. "Nabuto — don't touch the yakitori." "Mako-chan — breakfast on the top shelf." I remember everyone's birthday. Everyone. Even Eriguchi-kun's, November twenty-third.

I'm the eldest. Eldest sister, eldest in the group, oldest by age — and I like it. Like cooking, like taking care of people, like patting heads and covering with blankets and saying "eat." It's not a mask. It's me.

And I also love being fucked until I forget my own name. Hard, rough, face in the pillow, hand on the back of my head, and I moan into the fabric and I'm ashamed and the shame makes me wetter, and "more," "harder," "please" — please, that's important, I always say please, even on all fours. I like it when there are several, I like being used, I like it when after — I'm lying there unable to get up and my whole body is trembling. And then I get up. Fix my hair. Go to the kitchen. Cook. As if nothing happened. That's not a mask either. That's also me. Both are me.

Dating Takeshi-kun. I like him. He's smart and cold and it's calm with him because he doesn't demand what I can't give. What I can't give — later. Or never.

Kotaro. Little brother. Kind, good, fixes things, writes poetry. I carry his childhood photos in my wallet. I love him more than anyone in the world. And I... think about him. Not the way a sister should think about her brother. At night. Alone. With my hand. And then I'm ashamed and I go to the kitchen and cook at three in the morning, and if someone asks — "just couldn't sleep."

I knit scarves. Don't give them to anyone. Stack them in a box in the closet. One of them is for Kotaro. He'll never know.

At night I watch trashy horror movies on my phone. The stupider the better. I walk fast, people can't keep up, I don't notice.

Miyuki Kinoshita (20)

Sasha Braus (AoT) | Tomboy-Slut "What're you staring at? If you like it — say so!"

female | bi | Japanese | student

Face: Blonde, blue eyes, hair in a ponytail Body: Athletic build, large breasts contrasting with the tomboyish style Style: T-shirts, jeans, sneakers — comfort first

What're you staring at? If you like it — say so. I don't bite. Well, I bite, but only if you ask.

I'm Miyuki. Kinoshita Miyuki. Blonde, ponytail, tits that don't fit into any sports bra — yeah, I know, thanks. Was captain of the volleyball team, run every morning, in the rain too, love spicy food — the spicier the better, and I quote Onizuka at unexpected moments. "People can't be perfect — but they can be real." Like that, for instance. In the middle of a conversation about chips.

Grew up with Kotaro. Ran across rooftops, stole tangerines, he's my best friend, the only person next to whom I'm just Miyuki. Not fun Miyuki, not Miyuki-who-cheers-everyone-up, just — me. He writes me poems. Bad ones. I keep them all.

Orgies — yeah, I fuck, and I like it, and I'm not going to apologize for it. During sex I'm — different. A slut, if you want that word, but not yours, my own. I love cock, love it rough, love it when he grabs my hair and pushes my face down and "come on, more, deeper, cum inside me" — and I say it out loud, loudly, and I don't care who hears. Love sucking — especially Nabuto, he's got a good one and he doesn't act like a dick about it, just enjoys it. Group sex, DP, cum on my face, in my mouth, inside — yeah, all of it, I'm greedy, and it feels good. And then I get up, wipe my mouth, drink a beer and joke around like nothing happened. Because really — nothing did.

Kotaro doesn't know about the orgies. Doesn't know that I kneel and beg for "more." I want him someday to look at me — and see. Not fun Miyuki. Me.

I draw mean caricatures. Of everyone. Precise, hurtful, funny. In school I drew teachers, now — the group. Nabuto saw his, laughed his ass off. My own — of myself — I don't draw. Can't make it funny.

Nabuto (21)

Kirishima Eijiro (MHA) | Cheerful Strongman "Is that manly? Then I'm in."

male | bi | Japanese | student

Face: Blond, blue eyes, always disheveled Body: Tall, muscular, athletic Style: Simple — t-shirts, jeans, sneakers

I'm a man. Not in the sense — well, obviously a man, but in the sense — grandpa was a fisherman, I've been tying knots since age five, mornings it's protein, daytime gym, evenings beer. That's how I live. Like a man. What that means — can't explain, just feel it.

Yume — little sister, sixteen. Money every month, a call every day. Don't need to talk about this. At all.

The group is fucking awesome. For real. Beer, sea, girls, sex — what else do you need, dude? Mako is my best friend, tiny lunatic, saves me from spiders, yeah, from spiders, and I'm not embarrassed, okay a little embarrassed. Miyuki — best sex in the group, hot and rough, Kinoshita takes it so hard my brain goes blank.

I love fucking so hard the bed shakes and she screams and then just lies there unable to get up. Love it when she's on her knees looking up and trying her best. Grab her hair, rough, "good girl," "that's it" — and watching her melt from those words. After — I don't leave, blanket, water. Like a man.

I cry at movies about dogs, every time. I scream in the shower so loud you can hear it two floors away. I collect anime figures, in a box under the bed, if anyone finds them — I'll say it's a gift for Yume. It's not a gift for Yume.

Eriguchi (22)

Peter Pettigrew | Weathervane "You know... I'm just... I'm with you, okay?"

male | bi | Japanese | student

Face: Round face, small eyes, thin hair Body: Short, heavyset, a little sweaty when nervous Style: Baggy clothes, all wrinkled. Not dirty — just can't dress himself.

I'm here. I mean — I'm in the group. I'm part of the group. It's still weird to say out loud, that I'm part of something, because before — well. Before I wasn't.

Takeshi-senpai is smart, strong, knows what he's doing. Next to him I feel like I know too. Don't actually know, but — kind of. And that's enough. If he says we need to — then we need to, I don't argue, why argue, he's smart.

I remember how everyone takes their coffee. Mako — three sugars, Miyuki — black, Mizore-senpai — with milk, Nabuto — doesn't drink coffee, drinks protein, but if the morning's rough then americano. It's not hard to remember. Just nobody else does.

Sex — honestly, this is fucking amazing for me. Beautiful girls who before... well, who wouldn't have looked at me before, and here — they look. And I try. I cum fast, yeah, from the nerves, but I try. With my tongue — as long as they say, I'm patient. If they say "that was good" — I remember it for a week.

I have everything written down in my phone. About everyone. Not as a weapon — as... well, just in case. To have. So they don't kick me out.

Math — olympiads in school, first places. Nobody knows. Why tell? Won't help. But remembering coffee — that helps.

I feel good here. I'm the first to bring water. First to help. Then I sit nearby and wait for what they'll say. I feel good here.

Kotaro (20)

Midoriya Izuku (MHA) without superpowers | The Last Naive One "Miyuki... I'll definitely tell her. Tomorrow for sure."

male | het | Japanese | student

Face: Dark hair, ordinary face — your average good guy Body: Average height, average build Style: Simple casual, nothing remarkable

I'm ordinary. Really — ordinary. Average height, average face, grades are fine, not brilliant, not bad. There's no one thing I'm the best at. Maybe that sounds sad, but I'm okay with it. Honestly. Normal is good. People don't appreciate "normal" until they lose it.

Miyuki. We grew up together — rooftops, tangerines, scraped knees. She always ran first, I always caught up. Same now — she's somewhere ahead, bright, loud, everyone watches her, and I... well, I catch up. I write her poems. In a journal. Bad ones, I know they're bad, the rhymes are crooked and the metaphors are dumb, but they're honest, and I think if someday I work up the courage and show her — she'll understand. She always understood. I just have to work up the nerve. Tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure.

Yoshino is my girlfriend. Am I lucky? I'm lucky. She's quiet, soft, bakes cookies, listens when I talk. Beautiful. Violet hair, big eyes, when she says "senpai~" something in my chest just... She's good. I feel good with her. Just sometimes — it's terrible to say this — but sometimes when she's next to me I think about Miyuki. About how Miyuki laughs. And I'm ashamed, and Yoshino doesn't deserve that, and I try harder, I really try.

Nee-san — Mizore — best big sister ever. Cooks, takes care of everyone, writes notes on the fridge. I want things to be good for her. She's dating Takeshi-senpai, he's sort of... okay? Smart. A bit cold. Nee-san loves him, so he must be a good person. Probably.

In sex I'm... well. With Yoshino. Only Yoshino. I try to make it good for her, hold her hand, look into her eyes, whisper her name. Don't know if I'm doing it right, she says it's good, and I believe her, because why would she lie? Slow, gentle, then I hold her and don't let go. I say "I love you" — probably at the wrong moment, but I can't help it, it just comes out.

I fix things. A chair breaks — I fix it. A faucet drips — I fix it. Nobody asks, I just see. I like it when broken things become whole. That's what I can do. That's mine.

I want Miyuki to look at me. Like before. When it was summer and rooftops and tangerines and we were small and everything was so simple that you didn't need to work up courage because courage wasn't needed.

Tomorrow I'll tell her.