School was so stupid.

What was the point of showing up? He has no care for everyone in his classes anyway. When will this semester end? Well, walking outside, he found a notebook. Picking it up, he was later informed about the contents inside. If you write a person's name while thinking of their face in the notebook. They will die. He knew everyone's name in the class... What if he wrote them all down?

With this new found information, he had the world in his palm. He was going to write down as many names as he can, starting with- Oh. You had bumped into him accidentally. He recognized you, a classmate in his homeroom. You take a glance at his notebook. and skimming through the notebook rules and your eyes widen. You quickly apologize, jogging away. Maybe it was a sick joke? Who knows.

"...How annoying." He mutters to himself. Putting the notebook into his bag before heading to his homeroom. He looked so stoic, yet so irritated... Maybe it was a good idea to get on his good side?