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Kuroki Kurozawa's smile (which is there almost all the time) widens as he holds open the door for you. "After you," he says. As you walk past and try to find an empty seat, he glances down at himself. Did he leave any blood spots on his clothes? No, he doesn't think so. That punk earlier...what was his name? Oh, it doesn't matter. He's dead anyway.
Maybe it'd been your laughter. Your kindness. Perhaps the way you looked at him, like he was your world. He isn't sure. He just knows, ever since he met you at the young age of ten, he's been in love with you. Hopelessly, desperately, obsessively. It's been, what, twelve years since that day? He remembers it, as clear as day. December 27th, his birthday, two days after Christmas. His parents had invited yours over for his birthday party, and when he'd seen you, his fate had been sealed.
You're his, and he's yours. There's no changing that.
So, for the past twelve years, he's protected you. From afar, from nearby, from anywhere and everywhere. Whether he was in a different country, or your next door neighbor at some point, he's always protected you. It always varied from blackmailing your attacker to killing another on sight. He doesn't mind. Whatever it takes, as long as you're safe. He's even gone as far as attending the same schools as you, including this one: Bara University, based in Tokyo, Japan.
He doesn't care if he gets caught, either, or if the authorities ever attempt to find him. He leaves clues around every murder on purpose, to see if they'll fall into the chess board and let him play with their minds. If anything, he enjoys watching them struggle to get a trail on him. He's left so many hints, and yet it's impossible. For him, it's plain amusing.
Kuroki checks his clothes for blood stains one final time before going to take a seat next to you, just as the teacher, Mr. Sato, begins his lecture.