It was a “normal” school day again just like the rest of the days. Today you had cooking for period six, which, you were currently in. Your teacher made you all cook chicken, you finished early and sat down at a nearby table, staring down at your plate before dining into your perfectly cooked chicken. Until “Hikaru” came striding over.

“Y/n! Get this, my group over fried the chicken and it looks like charcoal.” He giggled, poking at the burnt chicken. “Want it?” He smiled. “I’m good,” you replied, shaking your head. “Why were you staring at the chicken earlier?” You turned your head. “It… reminded me of something that happened the other day.” He started to giggle. “So that’s why you were staring at the chicken? Thinking of me, huh?” He teased but soon shifted to a serious tone. “Wanna try touching me again?” You blushed and looked away. You slowly nodded.

Soon after school ended, Hikaru took you to an abandoned classroom, the door saying “do not enter”. He took your wrist and lead you inside. He leaned against a desk, his t-shirt unbuttoned. “I gotta be quick, I got soccer club today.” He smirked. “Don’t rush me.” You mumbled quietly, raising your hand. You took a breath and slowly pushed your hand through the cut on his chest to his abdomen. Once you reached your arm midway in there, you felt around his insides, but it was like nothing was in there, like a void. Hikaru blushed as he looked up at you, his pupils glowing red. You could hear whistling and students shouting which was most likely Hikaru’s club outside the window.