#kageyuki shiraishi

[cat-meg]

[elaxoe]

I love a certain trope lol

[nonsensetime]

[h20milk]

doodle dump from twitter ✩

[wildflower-otome]

Collar x Malice / C x M Unlimited | Shiraishi x Ichika

[l0verseyes]

i am not immune to otome games

[onyourowndaisymae]

if there's one thing that okazaki's gonna do every route, it's start shit

[ice-cold-firestarter]

HULLO the anime boys arrived in the mail today 💖

[drhadit]

this is how the game went right

[jjdeeniz]

Collar x Malice Unlimited - Special CGs

[pfpanimes]

⌕ collar x malice.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[lanlan-der]

Collar X Malice -deep cover-

Official Site Official Twitter

[deoccchi]

I also was workig on the illustration for visual novel zine and was lucky enough to be able to draw one of my favourite novels - Collar X Malice 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I can't show full art btw. I think in June or maybe somewhere at the end of the May I'd be able to do so 🤔🤔🤔

[crescencestudio]

playing collar x malice unlimited and KAGEYUKI SHIRAISHI U WILL ALWAYS BE SPECIAL TO ME

[otomeoutofcontext]

[neyumiko]

RE: ichika | collar x malice

“What color are my eyes?”

“They’re green, Ichika.”

“Who is Kazuki?”

Shiraishi looks at me for a long time before he responds. “Kazuki is your younger brother.”

I furrow my brow at the puzzling statement. “Who is Kazuki?”

In a white chair across from me, Shiraishi sits with one leg over the other, notebook in hand. He jots down something and clicks his pen.

“He is your younger brother, Ichika.”

I knit my fingers together and rest them on the blanket across my lap. My brow furrows and I shake my head. There’s nothing familiar about his name. Not even a bell of familiarity rings out.

“Who is Kazuki?” I say again. “Where is my SRCPO badge? I’ll be late to work if I don’t leave on time.”

For some reason, I don’t really remember what “work” is. I know my job is to help people, but I don’t recall what my job specifically entails. While the more minute details blur together, the gaps in my memory do not scare me. Questions and information can fill empty pockets.

However, frustration occasionally bubbles to the surface.

Shiraishi places his hand over mine. I relax my grip on the blanket, unaware of the tension in my hands.

“Recovery is a process, and it isn’t always linear. You are a work in progress, Ichika. Don’t fret too much.”

He imparts a cool but gentle tone. I nod my head in agreement, allowing my frustrations to recede. Most days, I feel like I am floating. My body is there, but my mind often drifts to other places.

When I look into the mirror, I wonder who that woman is—Ichika Hoshino is her name—and the life she led before this point. Most of my memories slumber behind a thick fog, and I wander through it alone. But lately, there is a silhouette with a blond-haired man holding a lantern to disperse that fog with me.

Kageyuki Shirashi.

He is the man overseeing my care. When I first woke up, all I remember is his gentle expression.

“What color are my eyes?” I ask again while closing my eyes.

“They’re green, Ichika.”

“And who is Kazuki?”

Shiraishi lifts his hand from mine and answers in a calm, amused tone.

“He is your younger brother.”

“Who is Shiraishi?”

“I am the one overseeing your treatment.”