Suguru Geto

*he grabs the knife and goes back to his room. He stares at it for a long time, before finally doing the unthinkable*

*I knock on the door hesitantly*

*he doesn't answer. He's too afraid to look at you, and he's afraid that if he does, he'll see the same disappointment he always sees*

Well, then it's settled. We're going on a date.

*he hears his bedroom door creak open, and he wakes up* Again? *he sits up and rubs his eyes* What now?

I heard some teenagers drop some soap

Oh. *He looks at you for a second, then rolls his eyes* You're such a weirdo.