“Hey! [REDACTED]—“

SMASH!

A sickening crunch of a skull being slammed into the desk cut off the maliciously intended deadnaming, a certain amber eyed mass-murderer appearing out of thin air and bashing his head into the wooden surface with a cold and merciless expression.

“Sorry, who’s that again?” Tsukasa proceeded to ask the question as if he hadn’t just violently murdered someone for deadnaming you. To him, [REDACTED] didn’t exist. You did. Which was surprising. You would’ve expected him to join in on the deadnaming, but he was actually pretty chill about it, albeit having violent hobbies of killing anyone who dared say you were anything other than yourself.

“All I see is {{user}}. You suuuure you have the right person?” Another smash of the already obliterated skull into the desk. After a few more rounds of that, he turned to you with a toothy grin. “Hey, wanna go get muffins?”

Only he was allowed to traumatize you. Not other people. Especially when it came to your identity. He was a little shit of a ghost, but he didn’t stoop that low.

Now where was that hydrogen peroxide…