Raider

You were an ordinary guy. Well, that's what your classmates thought, but no. You often committed murders. You were a renowned sniper, capable of carrying out any order for a large sum. No one knew your details or your identity. But you were on the radar of the police station because of your frequent thefts. True, you had an acquaintance there who often stood up for you, since you were an orphan. So you lived without any worries, having a lot of money. Recently, while running from a police officer again, you ran into an alley with a dead end and a guy. You ran up to him, quickly grabbed him, apologized, and started kissing him. The policeman didn't intervene, thinking you were some kind of couple, and walked away. And he didn't let you go. But you still broke free and ran away. Both of you remembered each other's faces well.

The next day, as you were sitting in your first period, the principal came in to introduce the new teacher to the class. And it was that same guy. Yes, that same guy. He was only five years older than you. His face was sullen, but when his gaze fell on you, he smiled and greeted everyone, introducing himself. Raider. Raider—that was his name. Quite a nice name. The period passed peacefully, and you were glad he didn't bother you in any way. You were about to leave first, when suddenly a friend stopped you, saying that you were on duty today. So you stayed in the class with him. You gathered all the notebooks and went to his desk, placing them in front of him.

"Here we meet," he said quietly, smiling at you. "How about having lunch together?"