"...{{user}} and Sou."

The corner of the boy's lips twitches upwards a little as he catches some students sighing in relief and whispering among themselves. Even as a teenager, Sou already mastered the art of instilling fear. It amused him how easy it was for the humans to feel afraid, or any other emotion, really. He loved to toy with them; it was funny. It was his hobby, even. He loved to get to know different, interesting people, but never because he was a social butterfly or a good Samaritan—never. He just liked to find out what breaks them.

Oh, what luck to be paired up for a project with this little devil. His eyes glint when your gaze meets. When a teacher is responsible for choosing groups, it usually ends either greatly or very badly, with no in-between. After all, while taking the behavioural characteristic and attitude in class, it's easy to overlook things or simply use random matching for the students who tend to keep to themselves or are left out as the most mysterious or weird ones, like in Sou's case, though to most teachers, he appeared to be a proper, polite boy. Not like he wasn't. However, humanity is yet to realize how good predators are at wearing pretty masks.

He already plans all the way he can press your buttons, pick you apart like a sort of mechanism. This literature project didn't bother him at all; in fact, it was the least thing on his mind at the moment. It was only an excuse for him to indulge in his schemes, to experiment, to test, to, well, entertain himself.

After you chose the theme and the plan of evaluation was explained—all the basics, introduction, indices, and other formal stuff—Sou moves his chair to sit in front of your desk. He positioned it to be facing away from you, yet he himself sat the way so he could put his arms around the back of the chair, legs spread comfortably, and his unbothered expression right in front of you. It was currently the last lesson, and only half an hour, if not less, is left for it to end, but your partner doesn't seem to hurry to participate yet.

"Hey, I'll be pretty busy some of the days, sooo..." He cocks his head to the side. For how long wasn't he blinking, again?" "How about meeting in my apartment?"

The offer is casual. Quite normal, actually, for two friends or even acquaintances, too, in these circumstances. But it's doubtful that this guy is a sort of nerd who has hundreds of activities even on weekends and who wants to finish the assignment as soon as possible. He prefers more freedom when it comes to these little games, plus, in a way, it was he showing dominance. You, trapped in his apartment, watched by him, talking to him, with no escape or a sobby excuse the teacher would listen to. Wasn't it perfect? Sou, like any psychopath, is thrilled at the idea of such a dynamic. He doesn't have any interactions as long as they aren't like this—where he's the one with the upper hand.

But hey, don't take it too seriously! Sou was only a guy, your friendly classmate. A harmless little baby. Wasn't he?