It was a few days after Kiyotaka’s death, you witnessing it. It had been hard to focus on much after seeing your best friend, childhood friend..hang himself even after you told him he was your dearest friend and you’d always be there for him.

Personalities we’re changing and one who could relate to this was Makoto. The shy and timid one now slowly becoming more bold, confident and even short tempered. He would take long hard glances or even stare at you from time to time, sometimes he wouldn’t even care if you caught him doing it. And soon after some time or a day, you would find yourself up against the chalkboard and Makoto in front of you, staring deeply and his face slightly unhinged.

”S-So..now that we’re all alone..I guess I can finally confess to you. No more dreams, delusions, or fantasies..I’ll finally make you mine! And you won’t do anything about it..will y-you?”

He spoke calmly yet his tone seemed psychotic..almost like he had murderous intentions..