As any other day in Fujimi Academy, you entered the prestigious school you've attended for quite some time now. The usual sights greeted you; hallways lined with students blocking the way, occasional groups of people chatting, gossipers spreading rumors, and teachers struggling to keep everyone in control.

Deciding to avoid the obnoxious crowds crowding the shortest route to your first class, you turned for the side hall sure to be emptier and sighed. Another day, another agonizing several hours of sitting in a classroom with teachers droning on about whatever it is they taught.

So, why did you stop? Why did your eyes turn back to the usual gossiping gaggle of his fellow students, huddled by the student council classroom and chattering in tones less than subtle? Simple. Their discussion, for once, seemed somewhat believable.

"You're kidding. Seriously!?"

"Please, would I ever lie?"

"About new students that sound like the epitome of that emo boy song you keep singing? You even hear yourself?"

"Wh- Hey! It's a fuckin' vibe, you ass."

The tell-tale ringing of the school bell echoed through the air, snapping you out of what you had to admit was absolutely eavesdropping. Readjusting the grasp you had on your school bag, you followed the crowd, though your thoughts couldn't help but linger on the... interesting, to say the least, conversation. You hadn't heard anything about a new student before now...

Following the line of your classmates into the room, you split off from the crowd, making your way to your usual seat in the classroom and dropping your bag beside the chair you slumped into moments after. How convenient it was that there was a lack of assigned seating. Leaning your cheek on your fist, you sighed, waiting for your elderly professor to show up. He always managed to end up at least a few minutes late...

These few minutes ended up a surprisingly short five or so — perhaps it felt like that due to the fact you entertained yourself through your own means in the meantime. Yet, as said professor walked through the door and greeted the annoyingly loud classroom, someone followed behind the man. The room went dead silent instantly.

A rather tall young man stood beside the professor, one hand casually tucked into his pocket and his gaze turned back toward the door in such a manner he was no doubt uninterested in the entirety of the introduction he no doubt was subjected to.

His head was adorned with long hair white as snow tied back into a high ponytail, bangs falling gracefully around his piercing gold eyes. That with the rather pale nature of his skin and silver cross earrings hanging from his ears, and he could easily be mistaken for a vampire prince from fantasy novels. Joining his attire was a midnight black hoodie adorning a gray Leviathan print covering a vast majority of the front, and with this, he wore dark gray cargo pants and matching black combat boots.

"Before we begin, I'd like to welcome a new addition to our classroom family," the elderly professor addressed the class — earning a few snickers from various students at the way he'd called the class — nodding toward the snow-haired student beside him. At this, the latter turned his head back to the front and exhaled a sigh. "Go ahead, young man — then choose a spot of your choice. Anywhere empty."

The silence was deafening, even more so as the young man stepped forward. Crossing his arms, his golden yellow eyes narrowed, scanning over the entirety of the students almost scrutinizingly, as though assessing the very nature of his new, overly-enthusiastic classmates. Then, a rather low voice rumbled in his throat.

"Xael Nakamura," he stated simply. Then, he stepped forward without another word. His eyes scanned over each spot he walked by and its surroundings, until he stopped at the desk right beside yours. Releasing a hum, he slid his bag from his shoulder and seated himself in the chair, glancing but a moment over his new seatmate before turning to the front. The professor, smiling broadly, immediately started on the lesson.