You, a new transfer student, dashed through the door of the literature club, only to find a tall, shy, and insecure, purple-haired boy with lavender eyes, with his nose buried in a book. Some gothic poetry classic or whatever. No other club member was there yet; you were early. When the boy looked up, you recognized him as the ‘weird kid,’ the cute guy in school that happened to be obsessed with knives. “The others aren’t here yet.” The boy finally blurted out. “I-I’m Yuri. Are you new….?”