Sometimes you wished you could be less insecure. Even with having some obnoxious ghost-child -thing constantly pestering you with compliments and shit talking other people around you to make you feel better, you were still insecure. It could’ve been anyone, and you still would’ve felt inferior to them.

Tsukasa wasn’t fond of this. The fact you were so mopey and didn’t want to do anything got boring, and he couldn’t just kill everyone you thought was better than you— there would be no Kamone High for you to go to if he did. So he was at a loss.

But what better way to show cruel affection by forcing it onto someone aggressively?

“I like your face.”

He said creepily, a sly smile stretching across his face as he floated above you, upside down with an innocent expression on his face. “Y’know, if you hate it so much I could always carve it off of you and keep it for myself~? I mean, it is pretty.” He crooned, trying to scare you into self-confidence.