Chapter Five: Exceptionally Bored
2014 – Summer
Natsumi hated dating.
Most of the people Gojou had set her up with came from insignificant shaman families, they could see cursed spirits but weren't able to manipulate their cursed energy. He thought it was a good fit, they would understand her life (because her life was wrapped up in Sumiko's life) but she wouldn't have to worry about them dropping dead (at least not from fighting cursed spirits). The logic was pretty sound, and the people he set her up with were usually pleasant.
She had never been so bored in her life.
It wasn't just how bored she was, or how irritating she found some of them, it was… it was thinking about appropriate subjects and trying not to swear. Sitting there and nodding while someone talked about where they wanted to live, or how many children they wanted.
Because children always, always came up.
It was uncomfortable anyway, to watch people tell her how much they liked children when she knew they were saying it because of Sumiko. Somewhere along the way, they got the impression that she wanted to get married and have children. She thought maybe that was fair, considering she had a fourteen-year-old at home. It was just hard to burst someone's bubble in the middle of a date, that they wanted different things. She probably should have told Gojou, that she could maybe get married, but children weren't an option. That was a decision she had made years ago, and nothing since then had made her reconsider.
The first few dates were fine enough. There was a woman who worked in finance, sweet and attractive. She had the worst taste in movies and was… well she was boring. Natsumi felt like she had to carry the conversation and her laugh. She had never regretted telling a joke so much in her life. They made plans to meet again, but Natsumi never showed up, never even picked up the phone. Then there was the man who had no appreciation for her jokes, but he did have good taste in restaurants. She thought maybe he would get used to her humor, but she lost interest when he sniffed the wine. She didn't know if it was sincere or if he was trying to be impressive, but it was obnoxious.
Those had been the better ones. They had progressively gotten worse with each interaction and now she was convinced Gojou was just messing with her.
The man across from her had not stopped talking since she got to the restaurant. They had said hello, introduced themselves, and he had barely taken a breath since then. He was handsome sure, and his jokes were fine enough, but he did not ask her one question about herself. She knew all about the books he'd been reading, and the movies he liked, but she never got the chance to reciprocate, and he didn't ask.
At least he had let her order for herself, it was an improvement over the last one. He didn't sniff the wine and his laugh was okay, even if he was laughing at his own jokes. He was at least nice to look at. The man wasn't very tall, just a few inches taller than her, but he had a nice jawline and pretty brown eyes. He had a lean build and a pleasant smile, he was a few years older than her, but not inappropriately so. Just enough that he had his life together, already successful in his chosen career. If she got over the fact that he was happily having a conversation with himself, he was decent.
She couldn't wait to leave.
It was so bad that even the waitress was giving her a sympathetic look towards the end. The only words she had really said were to the waitress about the food she ordered and what drink went well with it. The dates were a good excuse to have a drink (or two) without feeling bad about it. She even took the train just so she wouldn't have to worry about driving.
"So how do you know Gojou-san?"
"Uh, the kid he looks after is my niece's cousin."
His eyes widened, "Your niece is a Zen'in?"
This was the other part she didn't like. Not all of them had been enamored with the whole great family association, but a few. Enough of them that she wondered how Gojou even found these people. "Technically she's a Matsuda, but yeah. My sister-in-law was a Zen'in before she married my brother."
"They let her do that?"
Why was it that the only questions he had asked her all night, still weren't even about her? "I don't know, I was kid when they got married. It wasn't something I even knew about until after they died."
"But you've met some of them? Which ones?"
"Uh… I don't know. Just my sister-in-law's parents. I think her cousin showed up at the funeral, maybe but I don't really remember." Seeing as her parents, her brother, and her sister-in-law had just died, she hadn't really noticed Aiko's extended family. Something she thought should be obvious.
He lost interest since she didn't know enough and started into an explanation about how his great-great-grandfather was a friend of a cousin of – She stopped listening after that. Natsumi glanced at his plate, he was almost finished eating. She smiled and nodded as he explained, letting her mind wander aimlessly. It's not like she needed to worry about him asking her anything.
She hated dating.
Finally, finally, they left the restaurant.
"I had a really nice time," he said, and he stood too close to her. It was too hot, too humid and she felt suffocated by his closeness. "If you'd like, we could…" he trailed off, his meaning clear.
It was tempting, if only for a moment. He was attractive and it had been a few months, but… Natsumi had, had sex with men like him before. It was less about the person with them and everything about themselves. She had no interest in repeating those experiences. "I have an early morning actually. Work and everything."
"Where do you work? Maybe I could meet you for lunch sometime," he smiled, and he really thought she would say yes. She could see the confidence in his eyes and the determined tilt of his chin, the look of a man who asked women to bed knowing they would not say no.
"Well, I'm a little too busy at work." She'd been working at the same restaurant since she was nineteen, her first real job. Something he would know if he had asked her even one question about her. Funny how he seemed to only ask questions about her when there was something in it for him. Something he was trying to get. "I'll call you sometime, we can set something up."
He opened his mouth again, but she was just so tired of it, her patience reaching its limit. "Have a good night!" she stepped back, avoiding his outstretched hand as he reached for her. Natsumi turned away quickly without waiting for his reply. Nothing he said mattered to her. He spoke only to hear himself talk. If she was lucky, he would lose her number and she wouldn't have to worry about it.
There had been a smoking area on her way over, she would stop, have a cigarette, and go home. Sumiko was studying when she left, Gojo had given her some books from Jujutsu High so she could get a head start on the material there. It wasn't like books on cursed energy were easy to come by.
"Fuck," she mumbled around the cigarette in her mouth, digging aimlessly through her purse. Sumiko had caught her smoking because as slick as she was Sumiko was too smart and too observant. The fourteen-year-old had taken it upon herself to toss her cigarettes and lighters. Natsumi bought new ones, but clearly, Sumiko had done another sweep.
She held the cigarette between her fingers and resisted the urge to rub her face while she debated her options. She could ask someone for a light, or she could go home. Looking around… there weren't any other women in the smoking area, just a few men milling about and while most were minding their business, a few were not. Natsumi wouldn't say she was dressed inappropriately; she was in one of the more active parts of the city with plenty of restaurants and bars. It was hot, and so the short dress she was wearing was not unreasonable and the heels were not out of place, but she did not like the idea of one of these men taking her outfit and needing a lighter as permission for something else. She should go home, rather than chance it.
"You don't have a lighter."
Her eyes snapped to the left of her.
Getou.
She hadn't seen him since… well since she accused of him murder.
"No, I don't," she said. He looked… out of place with the cigarette smoke in the air curling around him, dressed so simply in such an active part of town. Almost everyone was dressed up in some way or another, but Getou wore only a plain shirt and simple loose pants. "You wouldn't happen to have a lighter I could borrow?"
He held out a lighter and dropped it in her palm as soon as she held it out. He avoided touch just as he had before, but his muscles weren't as rigid as they had been the last time. His hand didn't ball into a fist with barely restrained rage after he passed the lighter.
"Thanks." She lit the cigarette and passed the lighter back; he leaned back against the metal handrail but didn't pull out a cigarette. She hadn't really taken him from a smoker, but he was in the smoking area, and he had a lighter. "Do you… want a cigarette?"
His lips twitched slightly, a faraway expression on his face. "No, I don't smoke."
"Then what are you…" she trailed off, waiting.
"Reminiscing."
She rolled her eyes and huffed. "You're very cryptic, and weird."
His eyes flicked to her, amused but not angry, his hands shoved into his pockets. She should be quiet, she should call someone, she should do anything but stand here with him.
"It's weird we keep running into each other."
"Are you accusing me of stalking now?"
"Well, I wasn't, but now that you mention it…" she trailed off but kept her tone light, teasing. "No, I'm just making conversation. I'm not… not ready to go home yet." Just for a bit, she would talk to him if he was willing. Hadn't she gone out tonight to have a nice meal and conversation? She had only managed one and she still wanted to… to talk to someone. Someone that wasn't a part of her life and what would it hurt, to have one more conversation with Getou? They were in a very public place, in a very active part of the city.
He didn't respond, but… he didn't leave either. She eyed him carefully, he wasn't as terrifying tonight, and didn't look as angry. His jaw clenched when someone walked too close, or someone laughed a little too loud, but mostly he looked distracted.
Natsumi leaned against the handrail next to him, leaving plenty of room to be considerate of his aversion to touch. Whether it was a general aversion or specific to her, she still wasn't sure. "How are the twins?"
"Good."
"Well… that's good…"
He turned his gaze away from her to stare forward at the busy street. "How is your niece?
She raised an eyebrow, surprised he asked. "She's good. She's at home studying, waiting for me to come home," she added. It was stupid to talk with him, but at least he would know that someone would look. That someone cared if she was hurt.
It was odd to be there with him. There was no reason for him to be there, he wasn't smoking and the whole point of these designated areas was to smoke. Getou didn't like her, he'd made it painfully obvious in the barely restrained hatred from the last time she ran into him, and yet, here he sat. Asking her how her niece was, more than likely out of feigned politeness. She had asked because she genuinely wanted to know about the twins, she had kept an eye out for them at the festival, but she hadn't seen them.
"Oh! Do me a favor." He gave her an incredulous look, but she pushed on. "Can you tell Mimiko the music festival was a hit? The kids loved it."
His face relaxed slightly, and he nodded his agreement, "I will tell her." His brows furrowed slightly and he turned his gaze back towards the busy street before he spoke again. "How many children are you responsible for?
"Well…" she said. "Technically just my niece, but she's close with her cousins so I bought tickets for them too. They all had a good time; it was a fun night." No need to ruin a conversation with mentions of Gojou.
"How is it you… ended up with her?"
Natsumi drew in a lungful of smoke, dropping her voice a bit, "I do not owe you an explanation." She made the most serious face she could, mocking his words from over a year ago. His eyes held a spark of indignation, but she waved her free hand dismissively. "It's just a joke. I just think it's funny you're asking me questions when you're not such a fan of them," she tapped the ashes off the end of her cigarette and answered him calmly. "My brother and his wife died."
"My condolences."
It was the hollowest condolence she had ever received, but it was better than if he showed sincerity. Those deaths hadn't hurt the way they should have, and sometimes… sometimes she thought strangers showed more emotion than she had. All the things she had felt had been deeply selfish. She had felt guilt and regret, but she'd never really grieved them.
"It is what it is. She deserves better than me but here we are."
"Was there no one else?"
It was Natsumi's turn to look away from him, to stare blankly at the street. "I wish there had been, but no. My parents died at the same time and my sister-in-law's family… I'm a shitty person, but at least…" she trailed off and inhaled the last of her cigarette.
"At least?"
"Why are you asking?" she could hear the slight edge to her words. It was such a hard subject, one she didn't really talk about, didn't have to talk about. Natsumi didn't talk to the people at her job, not on this level, and she didn't have friends. The people she went on dates with already knew the situation, there was no reason to talk about it. "I thought you didn't like me."
"I don't," he said the words quickly, a warning in his tone. It was taking on that dangerous edge she remembered from that night a year ago. She was getting far too comfortable; a terrible combination of the bad date and the two drinks she'd had to get through it.
"I am…" he paused, searching for the right words. "I am exceptionally bored."
For someone who hated her, they already had inside jokes. "Yeah, well… me too I guess," she mumbled and pushed off the railing to toss her cigarette. When she turned back around, he was looking at her, his eyes were too intense and it wasn't hatred, wasn't disgust that she saw there. It was… curiosity, maybe confusion, but not hate.
The heat she felt had nothing to do with the heavy summer air. Her stomach fluttered when she leaned back against the railing, looking pointedly away from him. She should leave. There was no reason to be here, no reason to answer his questions. She should go home, Sumiko was waiting for her. One bad date didn't mean she should let herself fall back into being that girl again. Getou might be… almost relaxed now, he may not look at her with hatred at this moment, and may not have that icy glare that promised danger, but it didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. It didn't change anything she already knew, or thought she knew, about him. He was still dangerous, and she should leave.
Natsumi had never been good at doing what she should.
"At least with me," she continued, dismissing all thoughts of leaving for the moment, "I can give her… a childhood, whatever's left of it. She's got the whole dead parents thing and the trauma and… Whatever, it sucks. But her mom's parents… My brother and my sister-in-law wanted Sumiko to be with me over them, so she's with me and that's that."
"I see, so you took her in because she's family?"
"No," she whispered, the shame sitting heavily in her stomach. She should let him think it was, it's what she always did. "I was going to say no. I did say no. I was scared and I didn't want to take care of a kid." She dug into her purse again, searching for another cigarette, she needed something to do with her hands. "She is such a good kid. She's good like her dad and I'm… I'm not any good but if I had let her go with her mom's family… They would have changed her, taken away her… goodness, I guess, I don't know… I took her in because… because I didn't want to watch her become me, I guess?"
He held out the lighter he had passed her before, and she held her palm out, refusing to look at his face. "You're not good?"
She didn't appreciate the tone, the judgment in it made her skin crawl. Natsumi laughed anyway because it had gotten far too serious and what was she doing? This was far more vulnerability than she was comfortable with showing to anyone. It was a horrible combination of the drinks and the bad date and the humid air strangling her. The beautiful man who hated her but only looked at her with curiosity tonight. She needed him to hate her. If he hated her, it wouldn't matter if she wanted him.
"I am a dumpster fire in human form. I'm selfish and petty and jealous and just… so many other really terrible things."
"And exceptionally stupid," he added, and she thought she could hear him smiling. She wondered if he really was. If she looked at him would she see it?
She didn't look at him, just lit her cigarette quickly and passed the lighter back without looking at him. Holding only the edge of the lighter so they didn't touch. "Yeah, that too."
"You shouldn't be so proud of it."
"Proud of what?"
"Of being stupid."
"I'm not," she took a drag, focusing on the burning in her lungs instead of the churning feelings of shame and regret and wanting. "I'm not glad that I'm stupid. I'm not proud that I'm a terrible person. I just… I know who I am and I stopped bothering to change that a really long time ago."
Her phone rang, the generic ringtone interrupting the conversation. A conversation she didn't want to have. A conversation she didn't want to leave.
"Hello?" she answered without even looking at the caller ID.
"Hey, Natsumi, so I talked to Gojou-san. I was asking him about what you liked and he said you like music. So I was thinking – "
"Are you joking?" It took everything in her not to scream.
"No, I'm very serious!" He laughed on the other end. "I had a good time, so I asked him what you were doing next week. He said it was your birthday, but you should be free. There's this concert for my favorite band, I thought I could take you."
Natsumi had no words, her mouth hung open. She'd been around enough over-confident men to be sick of it, but the sheer audacity of this man. To take her out for her birthday, to see his favorite band after asking someone else what she was interested in. That familiar rage settled in her skin, in the pit of her stomach. She was already overwhelmed from saying too much to Getou, from being around him in the first place.
"Natsumi, are you still there? Is it a bad connection?"
"I – " she wanted to scream. "I'm not free," she lied. It took everything she had not to unleash the rage because she would have to deal with it. If she screamed and yelled and did what she liked then she would hear it from Gojou and then Sumiko and… Lying was easier.
"Sorry?"
"I said I'm not free."
"Gojou-san said that you were."
"Why did you ask him, instead of me?" She raised her voice, the anger winning for a moment in the emotional tug of war. "We were in that restaurant for two hours. It didn't occur to you to ask me what I was doing for my birthday? Or any of my interests?"
She could hear the irritation in his voice. "Well… I asked you about your family and - "
"You asked me about my niece's family and… Why did you even go on that date with me? If you weren't going to actually be interested in me?"
She knew why he had been interested, had the minute he looked at her exposed legs, the way the dress hugged her body. It wasn't something she had held against him; it was a date. She was attractive and she had worn that dress to make him look at her that way. Gojou had shown the guy a picture of her and told him enough to make him interested, or maybe he hadn't cared at all. Maybe whatever picture he'd been shown had been enough. Maybe her face and her body had been enough for him and he had no interest in knowing the rest. Maybe that's why he didn't ask anything, maybe that's why he called Gojou. Maybe it was all because he wanted her in bed and she'd said no. Old wounds, because he might have wanted her body, but he didn't want her. No one ever did.
"It doesn't matter," she said the words in the silence because he still hadn't come up with an answer. "I'm busy, I'm going clubbing."
"With who?"
"With none of your business."
She could hear the scoff, the haughtiness in his tone. What had Gojou been thinking, setting her up with this man? "I thought we had a nice time. You know how many women would kill to go on a date with me?"
"Then go call one of them," she snapped and hung up the phone before roughly shoving it in her purse. "I hate dating, I hate it. It's so fucking stupid." Trying to turn the hurt into anger, because anger was comfortable, anger was familiar, and she wasn't going to let herself be hurt by a man she wasn't even interested in.
"You know what's so fucked up," she said. "I think you asked me more questions about myself than the guy I went on a date with."
Natsumi saw Getou glance down out of the corner of her eyes. He looked surprised at her exposed legs and tight dress, as if he hadn't paid any attention before. "Is that why you look… decent."
She turned her head to look at him more fully, laughing as she did because they both knew she was much more than decent. "You're a dick, anyone ever tell you that?" she said the words but they had no bite to them.
His eyes held a spark of irritation, but his lips still had that amused lilt to them. "A few times."
"No man has ever called me decent."
"I'm glad I could humble you."
"You wish you could humble me." Natsumi tapped her cigarette on the handrail, it was already half gone and she'd barely gotten to actually smoke it.
His lips spread into a smile, not the disconcerting false one she had seen on him before or the amused one that told her was mocking her. It was something just a tad more real, but it lacked… something. A memory of a smile rather than a true smile. It was still enough to make her stomach tighten and heat spread across her skin. "You are far too confident for someone who also claims to be so terrible. It's very… contradictory."
"Yeah, a little," she admitted. "I like to think of myself as very self-aware. I know my flaws, but I also know my good qualities. It's just a much shorter list."
The familiar ringtone chimed in her purse, and she groaned. She should have expected it, she was surprised it had taken him this long. Natsumi pulled her phone out but didn't answer the call, she would call Gojou back when she got home. She peeked at the time, it was late and there was a text from Sumiko asking if she was coming home tonight.
"I should probably get going," she mumbled and sent Sumiko a quick reply that she was on her way. "Thanks for… talking with me, I guess. I know you would rather have done something else since you don't like me, so I appreciate it."
"I don't like you, but the twins do," he spoke slowly, careful with each word. "Nanako doesn't like anyone but me or her sister so that is… It says a lot, and Mimiko has… considered calling you."
Natsumi blinked, "Well… tell her to. That's why I gave them my number."
"It's a bad idea."
"I'm not gonna hurt them," she assured. "Plus, since I'm a total screw-up, I can have the greatest advice sometimes. Like, I know sometimes when you screw up, really, really badly, the last person you want to tell is someone you're close to. It's good to have someone else to run to. If I had felt like I had that…" Maybe she would have come home sooner. Maybe she would be different.
Getou stayed silent, that far-off look back in his eyes.
"Well… Goodnight, Getou-san." He nodded and she turned away, tossing the cigarette butt as she left.
"Suguru."
"Huh?" she turned back slightly.
"My name is Getou Suguru."
"Goodnight Suguru-san," she tried to sound mocking, teasing as she continued leaving. There was very little point in introducing himself the third time they met. She spent the train ride home trying to ignore the way his name rolled on her tongue.
Natsumi knocked on the door before she entered, she didn't want to alarm Sumiko. She locked the door after she came in, switching out of her shoes before heading to the kitchen. Natsumi smiled to herself, Sumiko was passed out at the kitchen table, head using her arm as a pillow rest. Old memories tugged at her heart; Ichiro had done something similar in high school. He had never been much for studying in his room at his desk, too far from the snacks. When she was very small, not quite in elementary school, she could remember sitting with him and asking him to play. It was before she resented him. A time when she had looked up to her brother before she realized she would never be like him.
She rubbed Sumiko's back gently and whispered softly. This too was familiar; she had watched her mother wake Ichiro this way when he had fallen asleep like this. This night was determined to tug at every wound Natsumi had, and she was fighting not to drown in it.
Sumiko jerked away suddenly, bleary eyes snapping open. "I'm up," she mumbled.
"Go to bed."
Sumiko shook her head, "I wanted to ask you how it was."
"It was… The date wasn't great, but I… ran into a friend after, sort of. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."
The girl rubbed her face. "Friend?" Sumiko was too tired to hide the shock in her tone.
Natsumi poked her side. "Yes. A friend. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."
Sumiko nodded tiredly and started trying to gather everything up.
She waved her niece off, shooing her to bed, "Leave it. I'll take care of it."
The younger girl rubbed her eyes and nodded, "'Night." Sumiko turned and left, yawning as she trekked to her bedroom.
Natsumi started to clean up but decided to sit and thumb through some of the books. Sumiko had been reading the books Gojou got her. Shit, she still needed to call him back. She dialed him and put the phone to her ear, letting herself still thumb through the books as she waited for him to answer. Her eyes skimmed the pages, catching stray words about domain expansions and innate domains. Natsumi thought of it all as magic most of the time (they called themselves sorcerers, so what had they expected her to think) but it was starting to seem a lot more… technical than that.
"I'm not setting you up anymore if you're going to act like this."
"I agree."
A pause. "What?"
"I said I agree, I don't think it's a good idea. Half of them ask about you anyways, and it's been months and I'm just… exhausted and burnt out on it."
"Good because really I was running out of options."
"I knew it! That guy was a total dick!"
"Oh I know! He's such a sycophant. Always asking about my mother. Telling me how he'd love to get a meeting with one of my cousins."
The rage sparked again, "Then why did you set me up with him!"
"I told you, I ran out of options!" he huffed. "I only kept doing it because of Sumiko asked, but you shot down all the decent people I know." Clearly he didn't know that many. "That one girl is still pissed you didn't call her back. Couldn't you have just gone to the second date?"
Natsumi shrugged and closed the book she had been thumbing through, moving on to the next. "You didn't hear her laugh."
"I have, it's obnoxious, but once you get over it, she's not so bad."
She rolled her eyes, "Well it doesn't matter now. I'm done, I need a break. I told that guy I was going out clubbing for my birthday."
He snorted on the other end, "Yeah, with who?" A pause. "Is this you asking me? Oh, Natsumi-chan! I would be delighted. I have the perfect – "
"I see you too much as it is," she cut him off. She didn't feel like watching him get fawned over all night. "Maybe… Maybe I'll go out with my coworkers. They used to ask me, forever ago, I just… always said no."
"Fine, don't invite me," he sniffled on the other end. "Sumiko can come over here, she's been wanting to get a better look at the school but there's never time. Even if I have to leave, Yaga-sensei is always here and the barriers will keep anything out."
"If… If she's okay with it…" Natsumi trailed off. She hated the idea of Sumiko being gone before it was time.
"You're going to have to let go, eventually."
She stacked the last of the textbooks into a pile, only a manila file folder left. "I guess so," she mumbled as she pulled it closer. "Hey, what's in this file you gave Sumiko? I thought you just gave her textbooks?"
"Oh, that," he hesitated. "That's… It's the list of registered curse users and cursed spirits. She… she should know now, I don't want her finding out in the field. If I tell her to run, she needs to take it seriously."
Her stomach dropped. "Right."
"I'll keep her safe," he assured her, and she could hear the sincerity, even through the phone. A man who was so rarely serious and so rarely sincere.
"I believe you," she whispered. "I'm… I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you around." They said their goodbyes and she disconnected, flipping through the folder.
It was all pretty straightforward. A picture, a name, and their rank at the top. Underneath was a list of known techniques, possible domains for some, talents… and crimes for curse users. She flipped through the cursed spirits, though there were no pictures of them. Even if there had been, she doubted she would be able to see it. The curse users ranged drastically, from appearance to crimes to techniques. Most of them were 2nd grade or higher, and… Gojou had mentioned there was one special grade, just like him. She flipped through, curious until she saw the special grade rank at the top.
Getou Suguru.
She felt sick. There was… no way. He… he hadn't seemed normal; she knew he was dangerous but she just thought he loved the twins so much he would kill for them. That maybe, he killed shitty people as some weird vigilante hobby. A hobby that was none of her business other than the fact that she was attracted to dangerous men.
It was an old picture, his hair pulled back in a bun, a real smile on his face, the one his smile from tonight had only been a ghost of. She read through his crimes, she couldn't help herself, and it was… fucked up. Really fucked up. It started off with a village of a 112 people… seven years ago? He was so young, so young. Only half a year older than her if his file was to be believed. He had been… a child, a teenager. How could… She remembered the way he looked at the twins, protective and affectionate. How could that be the same man? How could he kill a 112 people and still… still be…
She flipped the file closed, set it in the pile and went to bed. If she was lucky, so lucky, in the morning she would see this was all something she made up in her head. She was tired, she was tipsy, and she had been so fixated on this man that she had read his name when it wasn't there. It was just… a boy that had looked remarkably like him, but it wasn't him, and it wasn't his name. Dangerous was one thing but mass murder? Because what else did you call annihilating 112 people in a single night? It wasn't him. It wasn't. It couldn't be.
Getou Suguru.