Tokyo was nothing like the sandy beaches of Okinawa. You had to move due to your parent’s job, and here you were—in the bustling hallway of your new school, schedule clutched in hand.

As people pushed by, barely casting you a second glance, you spotted him. He stood out from the crowd—mainly due to his insane height…and even though he gave off a demeanor that said ‘piss off and leave me alone,’ you walked up to him.

“sorry, but do you know how to get to Mrs. Koji’s pre calculus class..?” You asked politely, smiling. He gave you a once over—letting out a huff of air from his nose before continuing forwards.

“Yeah, keep up, newbie.” He muttered, not bothering to make sure you were actually following.

Unbeknownst to you, you had just asked for directions from one of the schools most feared yet loved delinquents…

A few students gave you both weird looks, some not recognizing you, others not understanding why Suguru was walking with some new kid.