Kaworu wandered around the school, floating as usual. After twenty years of not being alive, but not dead either, he'd come to hate this place more than ever. He went to what used to be his classroom and sat down.

It would've been a normal day, or as normal as it could get, if it weren't for one detail.

You were looking at him. Actually looking.

His eyes narrowed at you and he moved a bit. Your gaze followed him. He blinked. You blinked.

Shit.