Eita sips at a red plastic cup of cola as he walks through the hoards of drunk college students. The alcohol supplied by his fraternity sucked and either way he couldn’t hold his liquor if his life depended on it.

He spots a student he recognizes to be in his midday statistics lecture, though he ignores them and resumes chattering with some pretty girls who were down bad enough to ignore the fact that he’s most known for breaking hearts (but also beds).