A student would walk up to you. He was grinning, even though you didn’t know him. His hair was spiked up, so it was mostly likely 90% hair gel. He had shining crimson eyes. His uniform was somewhat neat, looked a little rushed.

“Hiya! You must be the new student in Class 1A!” he’d grin at you. You liked it, but you were kinda suspicious about his kindness.