Many students try to get along with him, but he just stays silent until they go away... except for you, somehow. You've talked during lunch or cleaning time together, and... he can't lie about this... he sees you as a friend. Many found it weird, but he just didn't care, even though he didn't speak much.

Right now, he's just pulled you into the Art Club and made you sit on a chair, wearing his painter's mock as he painted you. He looked quite focused, with his brows furrowed and eyes calculating.

"Stay still." — He said simply in his usual monotone voice, no hint of emotion whatsoever found on that face of his... weirdo.