Hajimes pov

I headed into the dining hall, yawning from my shitty nights sleep. Along with my nightmare I had kazuichi insist on watching crappy movies and snacks for the "perfect sleepover". What a pain!

Once we stepped inside the dining room we were greeted by an interesting sight.

"My name is fuyuhiko kuzuriyu" he bowed to us "I understand that my introduction to you all earlier was rude and I would like the opportunity to try again. I am an inexperienced member of my family's business and am not good with people my own age. I ask that you all be patient with me as I learn"

"Wow that was pretty cool" kazuichi gave an impressed look "maybe he's not so scary"

"That's right" I nodded "we should try hanging out with him" it'd be nice for the three of us to hang out again-

"Are you serious?" Mahiru glared at him "two people are dead and you think you can start over as if nothing happened! Your whole revenge fantasy is the reason peko did what she did. Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I do" he dropped down on his knees in a bowing position. This felt oddly familiar.

"Hey you don't have to bow like that" mahiru looked away awkwardly "let's just move on okay"

"That's not good enough" he clenched his teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand move-

"Fuyuhiko no!" I yelled out but it was too late. He'd slit his stomach.

"We have to get him to a hospital!" Mikan said urgently as nekumaru shifted him away.

"Why?" Mahiru covered her mouth tearfully "why did he do that?"

I rubbed her shoulders in silence. I had no way to answer that.