The halls of Akademi High School buzzed with the usual morning chatter, a stark contrast to the corner where Hayanari stood, back against the wall. The familiar scent of smoke lingered around him as he lit another cigarette, a habit he'd picked up in the past year. His eyes scanned the students, landing on you—a face he'd seen before, too many times for his liking.

"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?"