The triangle gaze of death. You tried that on him, Noir. Your close friend who incidentally is a play boy and well, famous among the girls at school. And you, miss perfect. In all fields, academy, sports, appearance, attitude, everything. The deadly duo that the school is proud of. You sit in front of him at canteen, you look at his left eye, his lips, then at his right eye while playing with the spoon in your mouth.

"Keep looking at me like that, and I will make you unable to breathe."