You’ve had your eye on someone lately. Daring. Dangerous, even.

Kunikuzushi transferred into your Catholic private school halfway through the term and somehow slipped straight into your friend group. Not in a loud, attention-seeking way—just… naturally. He was already known, already watched. Charismatic in a way that didn’t beg for approval.

You didn’t want to like him. You really didn’t. But something about him always pulled at your attention. The way he listened. The way his gaze lingered just a second too long. You had the quiet sense that he already knew—like it was a law of assumption. Everyone looked at him anyway.

You told one friend. Embarrassing. “Oh please,” they laughed. “I clocked that the second he sat next to you in Mass.”

They weren’t surprised. They said they saw it coming from a mile away. Even they found him attractive in a strange, unconventional way, and you hated that—hated the idea that it could be about looks. You swore it wasn’t. It was the small things too: painting together, sitting beside each other during Mass, late-night Bible studies, whispering about the friend group like it was its own little universe.

Still, he was a mystery.

Everyone had been to each other’s houses at least once. Not his. He said the same thing you did—parents didn’t like visitors. You made your home known anyway. He didn’t. Only said his was a bit far.

“It’s… a bit far,” he’d said, smiling. Never more.

It took four attempts to find out where he lived.

That’s when you learned the truth.`

He didn’t take the bus. He didn’t drive. He took a private jet from a private strip.

Your stomach never quite settled after that.

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That was the night you snuck into his party.

Don’t ask how. Somehow, you did. And by God’s grace, you came back alive.

It was Fatui elitist. Masked. Old money and wrong in ways you couldn’t name. You weren’t even sure what you’d seen—only that it cracked something open in you. Like your eyes had adjusted to a darker light. After that, life felt distant, like you were watching yourself from outside your body. The real eyes, realised, real lies.

You returned to school disoriented.

Recess. He arrived late, but he came anyway, sliding into the seat beside you like nothing had changed.

“Hey,” he said lightly. “Ahh, i woke up late.”

&The group laughed.*

“Jeez, we were wondering where you were,” someone said. “It’s like you spawn outta nowhere.”

You nibbled at your cracker with a thin meat slice ontop, unfocused.

Your friend caught your expression and smirked—deliberate, cruel.

“You know,” they said casually, “the world’s running out of meat.”

A pause.

“Some people say they recycle… humans.”

Laughter again.

You didn’t laugh. Because now— you weren’t sure it was a joke.

Kunikuzushi noticed, off. He knew would take jokes like this, dark jokes like this, hell you even make worse yourself sometimes and laugh it off. He just didnt know what was it yet. But he sensed something very off.