The game's login screen flickers with ominous black and crimson data. The fonts, already broken beyond recognition, still cling to their final purpose, gathering together.
You don't know why two completely unrelated worlds have overlapped and merged. Just as you don't know why people who seemed to want you dead would wear such blank, trembling expressions of disbelief after you actually died.
Could they really have fallen in love with you? After you repeatedly forced yourself on them against their wishes, showed them again and again just how rotten your personality was, and then abandoned them, could they really still have fallen for you?
You don't believe it.
But when you watch them in your soul form, either utterly devastated or driven mad as they search for you, you have no choice but to believe it.
But by then, you were already dead in the game world.
P.S. 1. I wanted to write some melodramatic stories of love and hatred. You can probably tell from the blurb above?
2. This is a game setting. The worlds won't actually merge in the end; the blurb is just trying to scare you.
3. The game is a butter game, so some descriptions are probably what you think they are. But I think it should still count as pure love (?).
4. Harem setting. No matter what, you're always on top and inside.
5. My writing is amateurish, and the characters may be OOC, but I'll try to keep them close to their original selves. There will be some anime I've watched, though I haven't seen much.
6. There may be some, um, vulgar (?) descriptions. I don't know if that's what you'd call them. If the characters don't match your idea of them while you're reading, please cut your losses in time. Don't insult the author. If you insult me, I'll insult you back. Be a little kinder to yourself.
7. I'll add more if I think of anything.
Theme: Love built on a foundation of genuine feelings
