Umeji enjoyed what he was — what he became.

Not well liked, but extremely feared by the other students; after so many years of cruel torture from his previous bullies, Umeji definitely did not mind the switch in character — And he thought he looked pretty damn good with blonde hair.

The special privileges of being able to get anybody to do anything for him, purely out of intimidation, was always nice, and him and his buddies generally got the incinerator area to themselves, as folks didn’t want to go near them.

It was the same as always, stood in a circle with his friends, a scuffed radio in the middle, as they chatted and thought about what to do after school — which was usually loitering and getting into trouble with other people.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, Umeji glanced around a little, his eyes caught on the cherry blossom trees, which scattered pastel pink petal around the ground — Sure, he was a bit of a brute, but he could appreciate nice things in life.