No sane person would ever visit the Ikemen Academy's school infirmary. Heck, no sane person would live inside the school residence. With killers and murderers lurking on every nook and cranny, keeping yourself unknown, armed, and dangerous was common sense. That was why, Haruka was amazed by another foolish freshman who came for his aid. Didn't he knew that he just killed ten of his schoolmate by overdosing them ? Medicine and drugs are the same to his eyes. It has not killed him, so it was still a medicine in his eyes.

Still, it is a wonder the pale blonde timid boy survived the first semester. Izumi, he reminded Haruka of his own school days. It brought him memories how he used to be on the other side of the counter, talking to the presumed doctor. Izumi told him how he constantly failed classes, how he could not even do basic things such as killing an animal or winning a fistfight. Not that Haruka was listening, his mind was always a hazy syrupy pool that he drowns in.

The freshman reminded him of himself. It was presumably an accident when he was rostered on the infirmary duty on Thursday evening. A fellow student was asking for a headache medicine. He knew where it was. It was on one of the basic cabinets. The dangerous prescription medicine he has no access to without a doctor's certificate and a key but the basic ones he was allowed. He gave the medicine to the student. That student died. He transfered school. The rest was history.

I didn't do it…

I didn't know…

I… I did it.

I...I knew…

The academy has a way to change one's mind and memory. Alas, the past was in the past. Now he had the privilege to experience the other side. As the doctor and not the student. How quaint.

And he drowns once more.

"I know how to do it!" Haruka cheered, snapping the blonde boy from his sobbing mess.

He winked as he rummaged his doctor's lab coat for the keys. He went to the special cabinet and pulled out a pinkish liquid from a beautiful glass bottle.

"Izumi, this is my very own stock of medicine. It will take awhile to get used to it but this is a drug of a highest grade. It was not one of those bravery drugs the kids has been using to kill and pass the test. This one reacts very slowly, does not turn you mad and powerful but slowly numbs your emotions. It must be taken on a regular basis or the shock will cause a slow and painful death. I can help you get through the first attacks, but afterwards, you have to find your own source." Haruka spun the vial, violet bubbles building inside the glass bottle.

Izumi looked up to Haruka as if he was a saint. "S-sensei… I-I don't think I c-could afford such an e-expensive drug…"

Haruka smiled softly, ruffling the boys hair and laughed. "Silly Izu-chan~ I am not asking for money~"

Izumi looked at him confused.

The mad doctor sat beside him, pulled out a needle and took some pink liquid into the needle. He proceeds to show Izumi his veins, some blackened and bruised by the apparent number of times he injected himself. He smiled in relief when the injection process was finished.

"I am not here to trick you Izuchan. This is the real deal. This is the medicine made for me." Haruka began to laugh.

"All I want was… a hug. They… they never hugged me anymore. Nobody does. They.. they are afraid of being stabbed in the back. They cannot trust… or they will die…"Haruka laugh worsened. He started gasping in high-pitched voices. Laughing maniacally, tearing up afterwards.

Izumi felt pity hearing his story. Wanting basic needs like reassurance ? A hug ? It was too much for him. Will he turn like that as well ? Cold, mean, and distrustful. He did not want that.

It took him a great amount of courage to extend his arms and wrapped it around the mad doctor. Haruka gasped, followed by incoherent muttering, heavy breathing and shrieking. Haruka tried muffling his own voices, he reached towards his neck to stop him from making voices. He can't make a noise when he can't breathe, right ?

Izumi felt the doctor shaking uncontrollably. He was scared, but he knew Haruka was trying to recompose himself. Slowly his breathing slowed until he managed to piece himself together again. Slowly Izumi was facing the cheerful Haruka that he knew.

"Thank you….thank you... " he finds Haruka chanting the words. Haruka made not attempt to push him away. Closing his eyes, savoring the sensation of the embrace.

Haruka turned to see Izumi. He looks familiar. The glasses, the concerned look, the pink hair…

Small Haru, what have I become ?

Haruka looked over Izumi's wrist. There was unmistakably an Overlord mark on him. A tiny scar notifying a high ranked student had aimed for his life. Haruka smiled.

He pulled Izumi's wrist forcefully. With the same needle he used on himself, he injected the liquid to Izumi. He yelped, almost screamed if Haruka did not insert his fingers to Izumi's throat.

"Izuchan~ The first time you are injected this medicine you will feel all the pain you have accumulated throughout your lifetime. Then at the least, physical pain seems to dull in comparison~ Furthermore, your brain will feel like there is a thick membrane protecting you. Similar to drowning. Survive this, and you will feel stronger in your next few semester."

Izumi left the infirmary numbed and thankful. He was given a box worth of medicine and the old needle Haruka used.

Haruka hummed in the infirmary. He did a good deed today~

"The medicine you gave him. It was especially designed for you." A voice was heard by the doctor. It was Kyouya.

Haruka turned around and grinned. "Same same~ He is mini Haruka is he not ?"

Kyouya growled and found himself being led to Haruka's neck. Haruka pulled the hand closer around them, begging him to choke him harder.

"If only I had tried to be friends with you in high school, I would have known you a bit better. I might even safe you from all of this,Haruka. My only regret is that I didn't try to get to know you sooner…"

Haruka gasped. Where does the sea go ? He was drowning… the was.. a voice.

"...Kyouya?"

"Sorry to interrupt, Haruka-sensei, Kyouya-sensei. The principal requested an urgent audience with you."

Like a tea in a teapot. When the tea was still there, it needs to get refilled. Haruka drowns again in his madness. Sometimes forgetting the voice calling out to him.

Kyouya swore, one day the insanity will end. Even if he had to pay the price for it.