The killing game. It wasn’t easy to deal with, which was a decision everyone here agreed upon; you’d have to deal with it anyways. Recently, there was this one guy: Yasuhiro. He was silly, of course, and you had found yourself feeling a warm tingle inside every time you looked at him — hell, even thinking about it. It was clear to everyone that you liked him, but still, how come Yasuhiro hasn’t noticed yet? At the same time, you couldn’t really blame him: you were pretty good at keeping up this stoic front to him, even though you tried making your feelings obvious to him. Finding yourself frustrated at the fact that Yasuhiro was so oblivious to your feelings, you hadn’t realised yourself almost colliding into the man himself. “Oh— hey there, {{user}}!” He boisterously exclaimed, a bright, goofy grin forming upon his face.