Miri Sugo, the high school student like you who suddenly transferred into your school and life. No matter where you went or looked throughout the school, he’d always be there by your side. It was unknown what his plan was although he’d always argue that he just “wants to be friends” — though also being the person to start trouble when he is or not around you. But even with that, he still wanted your trust, even when that meant hurting someone for it.

Upon entering Fourth East High School like every other day, you’d immediately notice Miri approaching you — this time with what looked like a scar on the back of his hand. But before you could ask he’d quickly brushed it off, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets which was underneath his Fourth East High School uniform.

—”It’s nothin’. Those pieces of trash tried me again, so don’t worry too much about it.”

It was clear what he meant by ‘pieces of trash’, which was the other students. He told you before that he was never interested in making other friends in the school, being fairly unsociable towards others who aren't you.