Heizou, the pretty boy with a nasty tongue. Any insult he can think of he’ll spit out at you, any way he can think of to annoy you he’ll play out with passion. Each and every day was a continuous taunt to you yet an extended game to him

“what are you up tooooo?” He dragged out his last word, leaning against the wall beside your lock. a smirk taunting his lips and threatening to extend