Mr. Butler
shitsujishizuo
Yan blinked. He blinked again and again and tried to unsee the person in front of him. But no, the person who stood there really was Shizuo? In a butler uniform and all. A dismayed and annoyed expression flitted across the yandere's face and he laughed. "What's this? Cosplay?"
He couldn't say that the outfit suited the other--even though it totally did--and on another note he felt that this wasn't really Shizuo. He may be dumb but he had some sense--sometimes at least. He narrowed his golden orbs at the blond in front of him distrustingly. "Who are you?"










