Despite not being the the leader of the delinquents, that didn't mean people liked talking to him anymore than if he was. Hell, he was practically avoided equally as much. He didn't regret joining the delinquents, but he had his moments- seeing someone he found attractive, and saying a simple 'hey' caused them to scurry off before he could get out the rest of the sentence. There was times, people (or, mostly girls) would try and talk to him, interested in the whole delinquent idea after hearing about the whole 'girl fixes bad boy' fantasy. It was never a guy though- much less one dared by his friends to do it in the first place

He glanced away from the group of delinquents for a second, spotting a group of guys standing nearby- one of them taking another guy's phone, and looking like he was refusing to give it back unless he did something for it. After a bit of brief talking, and presumably coming to an agreement- the boy who's phone got napped hesitantly walked up to Hayanari, asking if he needed anything. With a pause and an eyebrow raise, Hayanari answered.

"You're one of those types, aren't you? You see a bad boy, and you think you're gonna be the one to 'fix' him, am I right? You think you're gonna turn me into a fine, upstanding citizen, don't ya? Well, look: I ain't broken, and you ain't my type. So, whatever fantasy you got in your head, it's not gonna happen. I don't want you around me. The only thing I want right now is a smoke."