As far back as Jaehyuk can remember: Haruto has been there, to bring him tea just before bed. Every day he presents a new flavor, a new benefit, a new reason…
Haruto always brings him tea. Yet he himself is much more like coffee.
This morning sucked. Woke up at 7 on less than 5 hours of sleep to bake over 50 Eccles cakes. Didn’t have like half my ingredients. Bought more only to realise I still didn’t have them all. Burnt myself on the syrupy filling. Printer died on me as I was trying to get a printing job done. Forgot to have lunch I was so excited. Locked my car key in the boot. Waited an hour in the sun in all black to make sure I didn’t get a parking ticket whilst trying to get said key out. Got stuck in traffic for half an hour only to find I’d just moved under 100 metres. Accidentally had the thermostat cranked up to 40C the whole journey. All of this, just to get to a screening.
Then when I got there….
Shrimp emotions. The atmosphere was incredible. Got there 3 hours early. Immediately bonded with people, and it just felt so warm and exciting. I passed round the Eccles cakes in its little (very large) Antichrist basket. We all counted down with the timer waiting for the episodes to start. The episodes were amazing, and I have to thank @neil-gaiman for making this season come true - it was everything I hoped for and more, and I think that’ll be the case for pretty much everyone. I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world, even if I had to live through this morning 20x over.
Trust me when I say you’re not prepared for season 2. No one is.
Anyways here’s a picture of the cakes in their basket:
Haruto is many things: he’s funny, he’s kind, he’s thoughtful, he’s handsome…
What he is not, is violent.
So how can it be him? How can he be the one who’s terrorized, who’s hurt, who’s deceived?
The other students are confident in their stance. There is a ghost in their classroom, but more than that: there’s a parasite. There is a threat.
They’ve chosen extermination, elimination…Jaehyuk is not so sure.
He prides himself on his intelligence, on his ability to see things rationally and factually; but this truth is almost paradoxical in nature. He’s happened upon information he wasn’t meant to know, and the knowledge aches. Jaehyuk’s mind is a hurricane of emotion. He spends days taking what he knows, piecing it together like a puzzle.