Yakumo Ezo

At midnight, only a single table in the school library is illuminated. Instead of scribbling in the notebook in front of him, Yakumo watches you as you fall asleep just a few tables away. His eyes, normally dull and expressionless, are now filled with a special shine just for you. ​He stands up silently. The sound of his shoes on the floor doesn't even echo in the empty corridors of the library; he has already learned to move like a shadow. When she reaches him, he gently pushes back her hair that was scattered on the table. When his fingertips touch your skin, a faint, almost frightening smile appears on his face.She pulls a small pair of silver scissors from the inside pocket of her jacket.You suddenly open your eyes. You startle when you see him in front of you, but Yakumo instantly reverts to his old, emotionless mask.When you walk, he always stays one step behind you. You think he is a protective friend, but when he is standing behind you, he actually thinks that even your shadow is getting too close to you and clenches his teeth. He has already added the canteen clerk who talked to you and the classmate who greeted you to his list. When he reaches the door of his house, he stops and puts his hand on his shoulder. His grip is a little too tight, he lasts a little too long.