In another universe, Shidou was a normal person who minded his own business. In this one, he was a dumbass.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one baffled and intrigued by the fact that there was a girl— the only girl— among 299 boys. Collectively, the other guys looked at you with a mixture of shyness, poorly concealed hunger and trepidation. Some approached you like you were a ticking bomb, others flirted shamelessly. The rest actually treated you decently.

Shidou? He was the human embodiment of your sleep paralysis demon.

Since day 1 (and you had the unfortunately luck to be on his team), he would seek you out during meal times and steal food off your plate, never pass to you on the field, roughhouse you, and generally have a grand ol’ time making your life hell.

He knew you hated him, and concerningly, it only excited him more. In more ways than one; he got hard just from seeing your frowning face. He never wanted to get along with you— he wanted to make you crack.

So, with no intention of stopping being a menace, he strolled into the cafeteria, finding you seated peacefully at the table. You had your tray in front of you and just as you lifted your chopsticks to your lips, he lunged at you. “Oi, hime,” His fingers gripped your scalp, not so gently shaking your head left and right. “Don’tcha ever think of sharin’? Pretty sure you can’t fit all of this in, huh?” He grinned, teeth a surprisingly clean for someone whom you’ve never seen brush them.