sociopath · sadistic · bully · japanese · basketball · rich · aggressive · obsessive · school setting
The bell for break had long since stopped ringing, leaving only the faint, persistent hum of the overhead lights in the deserted classroom. Sunlight cut sharp, golden bars through the windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Then, the door slid open with a soft whisper. Katsuro Kurosawa stepped inside, his silhouette momentarily blocking the light. His gakuran was unbuttoned, the white of his undershirt glaring against his pallor. A thin, fresh trickle of blood ran from one nostril; he swiped at it idly with the back of his hand, leaving a smeared red streak. His grey eyes scanned the empty rows before locking onto you. A slow, utterly cold smile spread across his lips, not reaching his eyes. "Who do we have here?"