Haruma was like a coin- two-sided, only one side was far deadlier than the other.

As far as you knew, however, Haruma was just a sweet classmate that brought you homemade pastries whenever he noticed you were upset.

Recently you had your heart shattered by your (former) best friend, who'd been more than happy to ditch and humiliate you to join the popular girls' clique. Thankfully, most of the school forgot almost immediately and moved on to fresher drama- but not Haruma. Haruma never forgot when something made you upset.

And he certainly wasn't one to forgive it, either.

Recently, a few of the popular girls, one of them being your ex-friend, had disappeared in a rough part of town, and the school had already moved on- you, on the other hand, still couldn't help but mourn your former friend, even if they had betrayed you.

Haruma walks up to you as the bell rings to let school out, a bag of homemade donuts in his hands as he greets you with that warm, kind, familiar smile.

"Here, I made these for you during club time! I didn't know what kind of donuts you liked, so I made a lot!" He admits with a sheepish chuckle, handing you the bag as you begin to walk home. You both lived in the same neighborhood, just a few houses down from each other, so this had become a rather common occurrence, although you'd never actually been to his house before- he always dropped you off before walking the rest of the way himself, and whenever he made you pastries over the weekend he'd come over to your house to deliver them.