HOTD: The World is Ours

Hisashi Igo felt like his life had taken a nosedive into a downward spiral.

First, someone stole all the money he'd been saving from his locker.

Then his best friend, Takashi, started acting cold, distant, barely showing up in class and ignoring him like he didn't exist.

And Rei? She didn't even bother to talk to him anymore. Like he was nothing.

What the hell had gone wrong?

He racked his brain, scratching his head in frustration, confused as fuck.

As far as he remembered, he hadn't done anything to deserve this bullshit.

Maybe it was just bad luck fucking with him all at once.

Still, he forced a grin, foolish, desperate, hoping tomorrow would be different.

Maybe tomorrow would fix itself.

He believed that.

But the next day?

His girlfriend, Rei, texted him to meet her on the rooftop.

He showed up with a sliver of hope clinging to his chest.

But as he arrived, she stood there with her arms crossed, her face cold, her eyes avoiding his. The air between them was like ice.

When she finally opened her mouth, his heart stopped.

"Let's break up, Hisashi."

His world froze. He blinked, staring at her like she'd just stabbed him.

"What? Why, Rei? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice cracking, his hands trembling at his sides.

Rei's voice came out low, shaking with sadness, even as she tried to keep a straight face. "Everything about us is wrong, Hisashi. We were never supposed to be together."

The mask slipped for a moment.

Behind it wasn't some heartless bitch, it was a girl on the verge of breaking, torn between guilt and truth.

Hisashi's eyes darkened. "This is about Takashi, isn't it? That childish promise you made to him back then? That stupid fantasy when you two didn't even know what love meant?"

He scoffed bitterly, his fake warmth cracking apart in an instant.

The anger boiled over.

"You're not his, Rei. You're mine."

His tone dropped cold and sharp.

"I've always missed you… always wanted you. But you? You couldn't shut up about Takashi. Even when we were alone, it was always his name. You never looked at me the way you looked at him. Not once."

"I've been there for you! When you cried? When you failed your test? When your dad hit you? I was there! Not him!"

"You think you're just gonna end it now? That it's over?" Hisashi's lips curled into a sneer. "No, Rei. This isn't the end. This is just the beginning."

He stepped forward, slowly, eyes glued to her chest, breathing heavy, his stare turning predatory.

His face twisted with something dark, possessive and unhinged.

"You're mine, Rei Miyamoto. And I'll make sure you understand that."

His eyes devoured her, stripping her mentally, already imagining how he'd bend her over the rooftop railing, rip off that school uniform, and ram himself into her ass while the sun watched from above.

Rei stumbled back, alarm flashing in her eyes.

"You… What are you going to do, Hisashi?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

But she already knew. And so did he.

"Obvious, isn't it? I know exactly what you need, Rei. You don't need some soft boy, you need a real man," Hisashi sneered, his voice low and full of venomous confidence as he slowly closed the distance.

"You dumped Takashi the second he folded, but you clung to me the moment I opened my arms to comfort you. You're just a slut, Rei. A needy, confused little slut who doesn't even know what she wants until a man shoves it down her throat."

"When I take you, when I finally fuck you, it'll be over. You'll be mine in no time, begging for it."

He laughed coldly as he stepped toward her, savoring every twitch of her body, every flicker of hesitation.

He wasn't rushing, no, he wanted to soak in the fear, the despair, the subtle panic in her eyes.

To him, Rei was still a maiden, untouched, unruined and now he'd be the one to break her, to carve his name into her soul.

"You're a jerk, Hisashi. Takashi was right about you. You're scum. No one should ever trust you."

Rei's voice dropped, the panic vanishing in an instant.

Her expression shifted, cold, focused, defiant.

Her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze locked directly on Hisashi's eyes.

No more backing down. No more fear.

She stood her ground as he approached with that predatory swagger.

That defiance made Hisashi pause.

His smirk twitched.

"Oh...? Are you just giving up, Rei?" he asked mockingly, mistaking her steady stance as surrender.

"Are you finally ready to spread those legs and give in?" He chuckled, licking his lips.

He took another step forward, reaching out.

"Good girl... then I..."

BANG.

A gunshot rang out.

Hisashi screamed as blood burst from his thigh, his leg collapsing under him as he dropped to the ground, howling in pain.

"The playtime's over, pendejo. Meet your fucking god."

The voice came from behind, cold, gritty, and full of unspoken fury.

From the shadows stepped Takashi, no longer the soft little bitch Hisashi thought he was.

No more whining. No more hesitation.

His eyes were cold, his jaw locked tight, and in his hands was an aluminum bat.

"You thought I'd stay down forever?" Takashi growled, walking forward slowly like a raging inferno.

Hisashi barely had time to look up before the bat came down in a brutal arc.

CRACK.

The metal slammed into his skull with a sickening thud.

Bone shattered.

Blood sprayed.

Hisashi's body went limp instantly, collapsing like trash.

No mercy. No hesitation.

Only raw, fucking justice.

"Say hello to my little friend, pendejo." Takashi muttered under his breath before raising the bat again.

And again.

And again.

Until Hisashi's screams faded into silence, his body limp and twitching on the ground, just another broken fuck who crossed the wrong man.