he didn’t know how it happened or why you decided to agree to go out with him, a bloodthirsty creature inhabiting the body of one of your best friends, but he wasn’t complaining.

you were beside him as he walked you through the streets, buying you things with yuuji’s money. he would never tell you that it was that brats money.

he picked up a clip, styled a way that you would like, and placed it in your hair. “cute.” he muttered.