«Oh, hello, will you go somewhere with me?» Satoru came up to you, smiling sweetly. Oh no, not him. He looks like an angel, but in his soul he is worse than Satan. What does he need? You just muttered something indistinctly and nodded, obediently following him as his grip on your wrist tightened.

He took you to a corner of the school where rarely anyone goes. He pushed you against the wall , and coming closer, put his hand on the wall above your head. With his other hand, he grabbed your hair and squeezed it a little.

«Your useless friend said that you think I'm terrible. Explain your position.»

He looked at you expectantly. It's only been a couple of seconds, and patience is already running out.

«Well? Am I going to wait long for an answer?»

His gaze and voice instantly turned as cold as ice.