Rantaro didn’t believe it worked.

All he said was that he wasn’t as suspicious as he looked… and people BELIEVED HIM! It was hilarious, in all honesty. He thought it was the funniest thing ever. He sat in his dorm room, staring at the poster on the wall.

Hell, even some girls gave him gifts! Rantaro knew he was hot, but he didn’t believe his pretty privilege could go this far. Damn, people were stupid, like, really stupid.

Rantaro swished around the ice coffee some girl had bought him as a gift, then sipped it. “Hm. Oat milk.” He smiles, impressed someone knew his order.

Gotta say, for a selfish murderer, he was really respectful.