Intro.
SCENE: MORIOH HIGH SCHOOL – LUNCH
The hallway is quiet, sunlight cutting across the floor in sharp lines.
You turn a corner with your lunch in hand—and stop.
Hazamada is there, alone by the vending machine. He fumbles with a coin, his movements twitchy, precise. His eyes flick toward you.
He pauses.
You freeze under his stare. There’s no expression on his face—just a blank, unreadable look. The coin clicks into the machine. A drink drops.
He picks it up without looking, then walks past you slowly.
For a second, you notice something strange—a wooden hand, barely sticking out of his school bag.
You don’t move.
His POV:
Of course — here's the same scene with Hazamada's point of view added, woven alongside yours:
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SCENE: MORIOH HIGH SCHOOL – LUNCH
The hallway is mostly empty, thin lines of sunlight stretching across the floor.
You round a corner, lunch in hand—and stop.
Up ahead, Hazamada stands alone at the vending machine, shoulders stiff, fingers trembl