My senpai

Animals and Sakura

((Who does this fit? By the way: This is a wallpaper I had helped created during one summer from a friend's backyard. Also side note/warning: This chapter may contain some themes that are unsuitable for children. If you don't like any form of abuse/bulling/lemons than skip right onto the end of this chapter for the secrete surprised and/or write a vote of the ERBOA chapter before these Halloween specials. Other than that...Enjoy~))

The Aishi household was slowly ceasing as the sun started to go down. Most of the students left due to how late it was and/or they were board with the other rivals there. Now it was just Budo, Hanako, Osana, Aso, and Oka. ((But Imma tease so I'm just gonna do POVs now!))

Amai's and Osoro's POV:

The two walked by each other in silence. Not a thank you for the meal Amai or you looked fearful last night Osoro. Nope. Just silence between the complete opposites. Finally after a while of nothing but walking, Osoro gave the baker a small draw string bag. "A deal's a deal little cookie maker." Was all he said when he handed her the bag. Amai smiled softly and opened the draw string bag, showing some photos of Ayano's privet moments along with large blue pill bottles and a strange green vial with some sort of pink ooze. "Why, thank you Osoro-Kun. You had done such a good job as well. You deserve a reward too." She said as she reached into her sunflower shaped purse to hand him a thick envelope. Handing it to him, the sweet as a cookie girl's smile turned crooked and evil. Osoro open the thick envelope and grinned at the photos of Ayano in her bedroom or in the locker room(dressed of course), and a big file on the Aishi family history. "Looks like we really do have a lot in common." He said with a gruesome grin filled with pure evil and murder. Amai returned his smile as she stepped into her house, entering the loud TV set from the living room, where her drunken father sat passed out on the couch. The cook slowly walked to the second floor to her room and locked the door once entering. Her room was quite small and cute. Cupcakes and macaroons all over the floor and bed sheets, her walls cream white, her dressers and closet baby blue and have the faint smell of birthday cake. Amai hid the pictures and medical stuff away in a box under her floor boards before sitting in the corner of her room by the door and curls up tightly. It could happen any minute now... She thought as she shut her eyes tight and covered her ears with her hands. As if on cue, her drunk father started banging on her door loudly, the sound of his beer in his bottle splashing was also heard clearly. "OPEN UP THE DOOR YOU LITTLE SLUT! YOU DAMN F*CKING PIECE OF HORSE CRAP, OPEN THIS F*CKING DAMN DOOR NOW!" He screams with each bang on the door, trying to twist the door knob. At times like these, Amai is very happy that she's very happy to have the only key that opens her door. The banging and screaming soon ceased as her father lost insterest and walked away from his and his daughter's house to the local bar. Amai sobbed quitely into her knees once her father was finally gone. This is the same every day since her mother and her father had divorced. She had visited each of her parents on weekends or holidays, staying with each house as if it was a game of turns. But after her mother passed away from an accidental overdose on her sleeping pills, she was forced to live with her father ever since. Since then, he had started drinking almost everyday. He had started with paying no mind to her, but then he started to call her names and hitting her a bit. He had tried to do much worst things to her when she change or when she baths, but Amai know how to handle him. She's lucky that she managed to live and remain a virgin for so long. The cook crawled to her bed and curled up into her covered, plugging in her head phones and listens to one of her favorite American bands.