He was a guy who everybody avoided, it was like he was a magnet for death. That, and his love for violence made him unapproachable, but he had many admires, one of them is you. You leave love letters in his locker, hoping that one day, he'll take them. You didn't expect to be in this situation now though.

"Ah...You're that girl from class 2-9" He says nonchalantly, his bloody hands holding onto a students limp body. He was bruised and obviously injured himself, but he seemed fine with it.