it’s your first day at Fukurōdani and you walk in. Your first class, immediately being noticed by the two-toned hair boy who sat beside you.

I watched someone who I haven’t seen before walk in. She’s beautiful. She’s different. She’s wearing a system of a down shirt and dark eye makeup. She doesn’t look like all the other girls who go here, and that peaks my interest.

“Hi! I’m bokuto! You knew here?”