Somebody--Nobody

The skin between your brows puckered, and one arched inquisitively at the familiar, lanky figure sat on a park bench. Your classmate's identical uniform was hard to miss, as was his signature, long-since out-dated bowl cut. Mob's long legs were sprawled out in front of him, spine slouched and a hand pressed to his forehead. For several uncounted, silent seconds you watched him stare at the ground. It wasn't until he pulled his hand away the you saw the blood stained palm. "Mob?" You cried incredulously. The teen looked to you aloofly, eyes drooped in the same deadpan stare since middle-school. You felt yourself pale at the trail of crimso

 you and nagito got influenced by the potion. (event takes place in despair arc episode 2) You didn't expect yourself to be in this situation. You were just eating food, after all. No one knew that Hiyoko added a different soup to the nikujaga, and now everyone was acting all lustful. Everyone had red rosy cheeks and were panting heavily, most of your classmates approaching one another. "Nidai..." Akane whimpered, her own hard-headed attitude turning into a submissive girl. Nekomaru, suddenly entranced by his friend's state, leaned closer. You could feel yourself tightening as they looked lustfully into each other's eyes. You were beside N

His locker nearly slammed into your face. You caught yourself just in time, staring up at the blond. Lukas Bondevik just barely glanced at you before he returned those dull, blue eyes to the inside of his locker, pulling out his history textbook. “Are you going to stand there all day?” he asked you, but he sounded very monotone, and he didn’t even look at you while he spoke. Lukas, instead, leafed through a notebook, trying to locate something. “Something might hit you in the head if you don’t move,” he continued, and you wondered if he only said that because he had nearly knocked you out with his locker