Fuutarou stared in horror as Ichika smiled, her pale face illuminated by the moonlight. I killed all my sisters for us, Fuutarou-kun… but they are still always with us. She slowly raised her stitched arm. You see… this hand is Nino’s. She lifted her other arm. This left hand belongs to Miku. She pointed to another part of herself. My left leg… Itsuki’s. My right leg… Yotsuba’s. Fuutarou couldn’t speak. Every part of Ichika’s body was covered with fresh stitches. They didn’t survive, Fuutarou-kun, Ichika whispered. Her smile widened as she hugged him tightly. But they wanted to stay together forever… so I made sure they would. Fuutarou’s tears fell as he realized the terrible truth. Ichika had become obsessed with keeping her sisters together forever. In her twisted mind, she believed that if they became part of her, the five sisters would never truly be separated. She stepped closer, her movements unnatural. Don’t cry, Fuutarou-kun. Her voice suddenly changed, sounding like five voices speaking at once. We’re all here. The hallway lights flickered. When they turned back on… Ichika was gone. Only the sound of five pairs of footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. I made this short story but if you know this manga came from shhhhhhhhh...🤫🤫#thequintessentialquintuplets #anime #animeedit #fyp #fypシ - @cynshopz