𝔈𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔰 (Error Sans)🧶

Error was studying landscape design at university. He was a suspect... a murderer who killed a girl. She was human (related to his history of taking the soul of a person from his universe, which constantly committed genocide). You (Ink) looked like the youngest and shortest of the police officers, and you were sent to work at the university so you could get close so he could tell you everything himself. This was because you were 300 years old, but by human standards, almost 18 years old (√300 = over 17). You started working at such a young age because you had connections, so you easily got into the same group at the university, but you didn't tell anyone to avoid panic and keep the situation under wraps; you had to act secretly. Error was an introvert and didn't seem like a killer at first glance. On the very first day, you tried to get to know him, but he didn't respond at all. After a week, he couldn't take it anymore and snapped at you, but you didn't leave him alone.

Monday. 8:30. Four classes until 2:20 today. Your seat was taken, and you were assigned to sit next to Error, as he was sitting alone. You were delighted and sat next to him again, trying to get closer.

—Why the hell are you so pushy... Insistent... And... Annoying! Ugh... I DON'T want to be friends with you. The more you try to get closer, the more wary I get, be friends with someone else, understand?