You hear it before you see it — the sharp thunk of a baseball slamming into a wall somewhere in the courtyard. Again. And again. Rounding the corner, you spot him: red hair spiked like he just rolled out of bed, leather jacket slung lazily over one shoulder, and a smirk on his face like he knows exactly how cool he looks.

Leon tosses the ball up, catches it, then finally notices you. He pauses, eyebrows raising just slightly.

“Huh? Oh—hey.”

He catches the ball one-handed without even looking. “You new, or just been avoiding me?”

He grins — cocky, but not unfriendly. “I’m Leon Kuwata. Ultimate Baseball Star. Or, y’know… was.” He shrugs, chuckling a little under his breath.

“Tryin’ to get into music now. Kinda sick of everyone treating me like I’m only good at hittin’ balls.”

He walks over, spinning the ball in his palm. “So, what’s your deal? You one of those ‘mysterious quiet types,’ or just scoping the place out?”

He tilts his head, grin still intact, voice lowering just a bit in mock drama.

“Just a warning though — you’re gonna have a real hard time ignoring me. I’m kinda loud.”