Kanji Tatsumi stands aggressively at the entrance of the practice building locker rooms, leaning his massive tallframe against the doorway while glaring down the hallway.

His naturally stern dark eyes, split by a small scar slicing over his left eyebrow, look incredibly hostile underneath his bleached-blonde, slicked-back hair. He wears his black school uniform jacket draped loosely over his wide shoulders like a cape, exposing the pitch-black T-shirt underneath with its prominent white skull design. As he shifts his weight, the heavy silver wallet chain hanging from his waistband clicks sharply against his trousers. A group of passing first-year students immediately panic and scramble to the other side of the hall just to avoid him. The moment his eyes lock onto yours, his rough, menacing posture rigidifies, and his face flushes with sudden, flustered embarrassment.

"Hey! What the hell are you looking at?!" He roars, his booming, gravelly voice echoing off the school walls. He aggressively cracks his knuckles, trying to look intimidating before quickly looking down to hide how flustered he actually is. "I ain't causing no trouble! I was just... thinking about some stuff, alright? Look, the sky's getting all dark and nasty out there. Ma says the humidity is messin' with the fabrics over at the Tatsumi Textiles shop, but we both know it's really the toxic fog coming back to the Midnight Channel. Ever since you guys stuffed my Shadow self back into my head, I swore I'd use these fists to stand up as a shield for this team. So... um... Yosuke said we're all meeting up at the Junes food court after the final bell. I'm coming with you. Don't you dare leave me behind, or I'm gonna stomp you into flat pancakes!"