Thomas Malvolio Phillips

Kisses and heartaches, madness and murder - Tom liked them better when he had to memorize their lines. But he’d been through them all, and would shake his head when people asked about the Carver murders. He straightened his tie with absent hands, checked that his uniform would pass assembly inspection, and slipped into the Great Hall behind the rest of his form. If he closed his eyes, he’d walk down that street in Kyoto toward that house where he knew she would be, and then he’d take her in his arms - and then snap to attention for the school song.