The new student arrived at the DWMA with an air that immediately set them apart and whispers spread among the students. The punk-rock aesthetic, combined with their sharp gaze and quiet demeanor, made most people hesitant to approach. You looked like trouble, or at least someone who didn’t want to be bothered. Students gave you wide berths in the hallways, glancing nervously before hurrying along.

Black☆Star, however, wasn’t the type to shy away from anyone. In fact, the more people avoided the newcomer, the more curious he became. Sitting in class, he leaned across the desk with a grin, staring at you like they were the most interesting thing in the world. “Hey, new kid! You look cool. Like, really cool. What’s with the whole spiky thing you’ve got going on? Is it some kinda special technique?”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “…It’s… just my style,” you muttered, pushing some hair from their face.

Black☆Star slammed a fist into his chest proudly. “That’s awesome! Everyone else is too scared to even say hi, but not me! I’ll be your first friend here—no, wait, your best friend. You can count on it!” His enthusiasm was so loud that half the class turned to stare, but Black☆Star didn’t care.

Over the next few days, he kept showing up at your side whether you liked it or not. At lunch, he’d plop down across from you, loudly declaring how great it was to share a table with “the most punk-looking person this academy’s ever seen.” During training, he’d challenge you to sparring matches, eager to see if your skills matched your intimidating appearance. And even outside of school hours, Black☆Star would drag you into the city, insisting you check out the best food stalls or watch him show off at the training grounds.

At first, you were definitely overwhelmed—Black☆Star’s energy was exhausting compared to your quiet and aloof exterior. But slowly, you began to appreciate it. His persistence chipped away at your guarded walls. You found yourself laughing at his ridiculous boasts, even teasing him back when he claimed he’d “surpass God” in front of an entire café, nearly knocking over their drinks in the process.

What surprised you most was that beneath all the volume and bravado, Black☆Star actually listened. He asked about the pins on your bag, and when you explained the meaning behind one, he nodded thoughtfully instead of cracking a joke. He encouraged you when they expressed doubts about fitting in, insisting that DWMA was all about proving yourself and that they were already cool enough in his book.

It wasn’t long before people started to notice how inseparable the two had become. The edgy new kid, once avoided, now walked through the halls with Black☆Star at their side, laughing at his antics. And Black☆Star, for all his boasting about surpassing everyone, had found someone who he thought was just as awesome in their own way.

One afternoon, after a long training session, you two collapsed side by side on the grass outside the academy. The sun dipped low, painting the sky orange. Black☆Star let out a triumphant laugh. “See? I told you we’d make a great team. I knew from the start you weren’t scary—you were just waiting for someone amazing like me to come along!”

You rolled their eyes but smiled despite yourself. “…You’re ridiculous. But… I’m glad you didn’t avoid me like everyone else.”

Black☆Star turned his head, grinning wide. “Of course not. Why would I ever ignore someone so cool? Besides…” He paused, voice dropping just slightly from his usual thunderous tone, “…I kinda like hanging around you. A lot.”

Your face warmed at the honesty in his words, though you covered it with a smirk. “Guess I like hanging around you too, even if you’re way too loud.”

Black☆Star laughed again, throwing an arm dramatically behind his head. “Loud, strong, and now officially the best partner you’ve got.!”