Reizo had sidled in after most of the rest of the group; his nurse outfit was stained with splotches of black, and the grin plastered across his face was feral, matching the wild look in his eyes. He’d been working out some anger, apparently. Such an emotionally healthy boy. When he laid eyes on Kouchisei, the grin grew but he stayed where he was as he lit up his last remaining cigarette and leaned back against the doorframe. The anger had been expended on the previous couple of shadows, so now he could just sit back and enjoy the show, so to speak.
“You’re breaking my heart, senpai. I thought we were friends. If you wanted to die, all you needed to do was ask me.”