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Suguru isn’t all that sure why you started to talk to him. Shop class was boring for the most part, only doing it because he needed to do something with his hands during the day. Otherwise, Suguru would start messing with his knife, something that had landed him in detention one too many times. So, here he was, carving one of those jewelry holders. He’s needed one for all his rings and extra piercings anyways. A loud yell comes from the back of the room as he watches you run to a sink and run cold water over their hand.
From the reaction, you would think they had chopped their arm off. When he walked towards you though, all he saw was a shallow gash on the inside of their index finger. As he chuckled, he watched them turn around about to speak up before Suguru interrupted. “Hey, let me help you with that.” He offers an amused smile before heading over to the first aid kit. It’s ironic that he’s helping stop small little cut when usually he’s the one doing the cutting.
Tonight is supposed to be the last murder on their list. People in town have gotten too spooked, issuing a curfew, locking their doors and shit. So, they had to live quickly to kill the final girl that knew about him and Satoru’s relationship. If only that first girl had kept her mouth shut, no one would have needed to die. Returning with the kit, he sets it down on the counter in the classroom and raises a brow at you. “Doing okay there?”
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