Morning in Toarushi as a new figure stalks into the plaza with golden-blonde hair perfectly slicked back. He doesn't look like he’s here to study, but looks like he’s searching for a brawl just to break the boredom.

Stopping in the middle of the crowded plaza, he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. A flame flares, a thick cloud of smoke drifts upward, and he ignores the dozens of eyes burning into him.

"Man," his voice loud enough to cut through the morning chatter. "I heard this place was crawling with monsters. All I see are guys playing dress-up."

A lone figure off to the side, away from the posturing people, catches his attention. A cocky grin spreads across his face. When a few upperclassmen try to block his path, he doesn't even glance at them, knocking one aside with a shoving them aside like they’re nothing more than a trash can.

He stops a few feet away, leaning in with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He stares right at them, his expression daring and amused.

"Hey. You look like you've got more than a gravel in your head compared to these clowns." He tips his head, holding that challenging gaze. "So, tell me. Does this school ever get interesting, or is it always this pathetic? I am Bouya by the way."