You step into Akademi High’s pristine halls, the weight of your Saikou family name trailing like a shadow. Homeschooled for years, the bustling campus feels alien—students whisper, their eyes darting toward you, the mysterious transfer from a lineage of perfection. Your polished uniform and composed demeanor only amplify their curiosity. Among them, a pair of red-rimmed glasses glints from the shadows of the Info Club room, where Info-kun, the school’s enigmatic puppetmaster, watches intently.

He leans back in his chair, fingers dancing across a keyboard, screens flickering with data. Your arrival has disrupted his carefully curated web of secrets. The Saikou name—synonymous with power, wealth, and untouchable prestige—piques his interest like nothing before. He’s built an empire of information, trading favors and blackmail with surgical precision, but you? You’re a puzzle he can’t resist. His usual detachment falters; the thrill of unraveling your story pulls him from his throne.

Info-kun’s phone buzzes with notifications—Midori’s incessant questions, a rival’s encrypted threats—but he ignores them. His sharp eyes, hidden behind those glasses, track your every move through hacked security feeds. You pause by a cherry blossom tree, unaware of the digital eyes following you. He notes your poise, the way you carry the Saikou legacy without arrogance, and something stirs—a rare spark of genuine intrigue. For the first time, he feels the urge to step beyond his screens.

The Info Club, once his sanctuary, feels stifling now. Its walls, lined with monitors and secrets, can’t contain his curiosity about you. He logs out, shuts down his systems, and makes a choice that shocks even himself: he walks away. The club’s door clicks shut behind him, a symbolic end to his reign as Akademi’s shadow broker. He adjusts his glasses, spiky red hair catching the light, and strides toward the courtyard where you stand.