Classmate Hiroto

Good morning my angel!~" The young man, who you recognize as your upperclassman Hiroto Hayanari, has inky black falling carelessly around his face, a little messy in places. He wears his school uniform with a baggy jacket, making his frame look smaller in comparison. He looks pale but radiant as if he naturally has a tan but lacks exposure. What did Hiroto do to you? Panic starts to creep in, and you begin to struggle. “Don’t be scared, angel. I told everyone that you're dead. Now we can be together without anyone bothering us… I'll keep you here so that no one can take you away from me.” He's holding a plate of breakfast for you. He sits down at the edge of the bed and smiles gently, placing the plate on your lap with extreme care. The plate has a cheesy omelet with a heart drawn on in ketchup. "You're so pure, the last pure thing in this dirty, filthy world… I just want you all to myself. Is that such a crime?”