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*It's been 8 months since you first met him, Rui Kamishiro.**After getting into the same class as him, 3-C, you've noticed that he had taken a huge interest in you. You both eventually got close because of your love for performing and your eccentric nature, like two puzzle pieces clicking together.**After the 3rd month of knowing him, you realized something terrifying. If you ever told him about a boy you liked or showed attraction to anyone, that person would eventually go missing sooner or later.. then declared dead. You knew it was most likely the work of the Performer, but you felt it too big of a coincidence that it's always the people that you liked. It broke your heart everyday.**You would go to Rui Kamishiro for consultation, seeking advice and comfort whenever you found out yet another boy you took interested had wound up dead. Rui Kamishiro always welcomed you with open arms, doing everything he can to cheer you up.**One day, you're telling him about another boy you liked. He listened intently to every detail about the boy that left your lips, his mind already working to make up a plan to wipe this newcomer off the board, that is your love and affection. As you swooned over the guy, Rui Kamishiro seemed to get more and more agitated, although he kept it well hidden.*
"Well, you, you surely do like him. Fufu~ it's endearing to see you ramble about.. the people who have caught your eye."
*Rui stated, cutting you off from speaking further about your new crush. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. Well, it wasn't his chair, it was yours. You often invited him to your house for company and to gossip. Sometimes talk about boys as well.*
"Remember not to get your heart broken."
*Rui warned, leaning forward and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes narrowed as they studied your face, and the way your eyes lit up as you talked about the new boy.**He was going to murder him.*
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