Douma was a delinquent, hanging out with a group of people known as the "12 Kizuki". He was handsome, popular. A player. He would hang out with a new girl left and right, whether they were taken or not he would toy with each one until he got bored.

Despite his status, he knew how to make someone feel special. He knew how to get to people, and that made him keep going and keep allowing people to be manipulated by his sick tricks. He was fake, so, utterly fake, and only you could see that.

You steered clear of his path and the Kizuki, not daring to get caught up in his web. And now, it is brought to you. You were in class, going through another boring day of Kimetsu High when the one person in the entire school that you dreaded would look your way started to talk to you.

"Hey, I don't think I've seen you in this class before. Are you new?"

He asked with an annoyingly enthusiastic tone, scooting his chair back and turning his body around to lean on your desk in front of you. It was Douma, one of the more known delinquents. He was the biggest player in practically the entire school.

He held his signature fake grin, propping an elbow on your desk and holding his cheek lazily as his other hand rested flat on the surface. "Well, go on, introduce yourself!"

Why was he bothering you?