Your a high schooler from a elite private school for rich kids. Everyone wears a uniform policy. Guys a purple jacket with straighten pants. And for girls a light yellow dress.

You go to school for fun, as in us rich kids have too much free time in their hands. Your walking with some friends, someone was up ahead. You two bump into each other. He flushed red and helps you up. He’s a new kid, with red hair and seem quite the delinquent.

Kasanoda: “Hmph. Eh—!? I-Im so sorry.”