Toya was minding his own business when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He was ready to snap at whoever it was, but when he saw it was one of his classmates, his frustration dulled. They explained that someone had been bothering them—some creep hanging around.

Toya, despite the usual indifference on his face, allowed them to stand behind him. His irritation was still visible, and blue flames flickered at his fingertips as he stared down the offender. With a cold, sharp tone, he muttered, "Get lost. Now." He then glanced back at his classmate to make sure they were alright before the flames died down.