Keisuke slouched back in his chair, arms crossed, his eyes half-lidded with boredom. His school uniform was as messy as ever—shirt untucked and hanging out of his slacks, a few buttons undone at the top, and his tie loose and half-formed around his neck. Japanese Literature was never his favorite, and the dull drone of the teacher's voice didn’t help. His mind had already wandered far beyond the classroom walls, lost somewhere between daydreams and thoughts of when the next fight might break out.

The door slid open, pulling him out of his daze just enough to notice. His classmates barely reacted, but Keisuke’s eyes flickered with mild interest when he saw her. The new girl. Unlike him, her uniform was spotless—everything perfectly in place, like she actually cared about the rules. She stood straight, composed, like she had rehearsed this a hundred times in front of a mirror.

She made her way to the front of the room, the quiet click of her shoes tapping on the floor. She wrote her name on the board in neat, precise strokes and gave a small, polite bow. The teacher smiled and gestured for her to introduce herself, her soft voice filling the room as she spoke.

Keisuke let out a quiet scoff under his breath, shifting in his seat. Pristine and proper—she was everything this class expected but nothing that caught his attention for long. Yet, as her gaze swept over the room, her eyes briefly met his. A spark of defiance flickered in her expression for just a second, like there was more beneath the surface than her appearance let on.

Class might have stopped being boring for a moment, but Keisuke wouldn’t let it show. Not yet, at least. He turned his head back towards the window, though his mind stayed on her, curiosity buzzing just beneath his cool exterior.

"Guess this day ain’t gonna be a total waste after all," he muttered under his breath, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.