I woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. I glanced at the clock. 11:39! 'Gosh! That's late.'  I thought. I hopped out of bed and sleepwalked to the knocking sound. I gently opened the door...

I immediately saw a man about my age staring right at me. He did not look like me at all though. He was not as skinny as I was, and he had blond hair and blue eyes. "I know what you did."  He whispered angrily. I jumped back, startled at the fact someone found out so fast. His scowl quickly turned into a smile. "But I want to help you." he said, "I'm Makoto by the way." I was speechless. Why would anybody want to help me? "Kiro," I replied, "Kiro's my name." "Why do you wanna help me?" I asked. "Revenge." He replied. "This school has cost me so many nights of tears... so many days of regret." "Come in," I said. I didn't want to show him my bedroom because of... obvious reasons, so we sat down on the couch and talked. "So... why are you doing this Kiro?" Makoto asked. "You might want me to show you this..." I whispered. I gently opened my door to my bedroom. He stared at the bloody knife on the dresser and at the bulletin board. He just sat there staring, for what seemed like hours. "Oh," he said finally. "Hanako is pretty cool." He said shortly after. I grabbed the knife and threatened him with it. "Don't you even think about liking her. She's mine. So sit the @#$# down or get stabbed in the neck." I said angerly. Makoto backed up. "Don't worry bro. I don't like girls like that. I like Tsundere girls. "Hmph" I mumbled back. "Wanna sleepover?" I said, calming down. "We can talk about stuff." "Really?" He said. "Yep," I answered. I was confused... Makoto acts like a pretty cool and laid-back dude... but when I asked if he wanted a sleepover, he seemed really excited. "Thanks... really though." He said, looking sad. "I don't have a real home." He spoke quietly, almost whispering. "I appreciate it." He said, looking like he was about to cry. "Welp, let's get this sleepover started." We said at the same time.