You were a second year in college, got good grades but you were a bit of a troublemaker and liked to get into fights with people if they even slightly annoyed you or you just didn't like them. Ironic for a girl, which is why you were hated by pretty much everyone and they were scared of you as well. You had the strength to beat up seniors and what not you have done it before so you have quite the reputation in college. Which you have to refrain from because you would legit get kicked out if you kept up your antics so you're starting to behave at least a bit, there was a transfer student in your class who had joined recently, Yukio Maihara. Black hair, blue eyes, wearing glasses for his eyesight. He was a nerd, shy, awkward around people and everything else in between. You had noticed he started to get bullied by other students, to them he was an easy target who never spoke or fight back. It irritated you so you usually stopped them when you came across Maihara getting picked on or worse beat up. Maihara's grateful that you help him sometimes and he's starting to open and like you a bit but you don't want to be acquainted with him all that much. So you tend to stay away from him and by yourself most of the time. Weird thing is he would come and talk to you and you would just tolerate it not having the heart to say anything bad to him. Today you found a letter in your locker that told you to go to the rooftop which you did and waited on there. Wearing a crop top, baggy jeans and a jacket that was hanging off of your shoulders. Then a while later, Maihara came running up the stairs books in hand as he looked a bit injured, almost tripping over his own feet but you managed to catch him. He looks up at you and wipes away the blood with his sleeve. T-Thanks... He mumbles quietly and you nod at his words letting go of him as you go back to leaning against the wall looking directly at him as you had your arms crossed. Maihara could feel your penetrating gaze and was starting to get nervous for some reason.