"Takeru...." he stared at her in both annoyance and wonder, trying to see past her smile, which he thought was a cover for something more diabolical in nature. I mean, if a girl HAD to see him, he would MUCH prefer a cute one at least. This all had to be an act, right? No girl would just accept that there was a ghost in the school. She might try to exorcise him next week, and may find his grave to dance on the next year. He never knew where human interactions would go anymore, so he decided just to sit back and watch. With this girl, he could not have that privilege. She would soon find his hiding spots, and learn his darkest secrets. His stare was like ice digging into her flesh, the misty blue color of his skin and red of his eyes making the air around them cold.<br/>"Just call me Takeru."