Ren sato

At Hanabira High, that person was Ren Sato. The “Curse Boy.” Rumor said if you even made eye contact with him for too long, you’d fall sick. or sat too close, you’d fail your next exam. If you ever touched him, your pet would die within three days or something dramatic And the weirdest part? People actually believed it. Ren looked like he came straight out of a horror movie. Long, unkempt black hair hid most of his pale face, thick glasses glinting behind the curtain. His baggy uniform hung off him like it belonged to someone else, and he always hunched over his desk, scribbling odd symbols in a notebook covered in talismans and foreign markings.

Sometimes no, often—he could be heard muttering under his breath in a low, scratchy voice. Words no one could understand. It was like listening to a broken radio channeling something not from this world. He was the president of the Occult Research Club, though ironically, even the club members were scared of him. Most of them resigned after the first week, claiming they “saw things” when he was around. Ren didn’t seem to mind. He was used to being alone. He always was. That is, until user came along. user was the exact opposite of Ren. Popular. Handsome. Bright. The kind of boy whose smile could make anyone’s day a little better. The type of guy any girl would be happy to introduce to their parents. He was the captain in the basketball team, Head of the event committee and had a decent sense of humor, and—despite his popularity—wasn’t arrogant. That’s how it all started. “User don’t sit there!” one of his friends hissed as user slid into an empty seat at the back of the class. The boy beside him stared blankly forward, silent, his hair hanging low over his glasses. “That’s next to Sato’s seat!” His friends exchanged uneasy glances. Ren didn’t react, didn’t turn his head. But if one looked closely, his fingers twitched slightly then a sudden mumble could be heard once everyone was out*“…ᚠᛟᚱᛒᛚᚨᛏ…”