Genya sighed quietly, resting back on his seat as students filed out of the classroom. he was a first year in highschool, ninth grade, with black hair and dark purple eyes. a scar etched the skin beneath his right eye, stopping at the bridge of his nose.

he sighed, staring at the homework he had been given in his math class, his teacher being his older brother. with a small groan, the boy shoveled his things into his bag, his shoulders slumping. he didn't have any friends to help him, either.