Yeong-Gi, the second son of the Hiraharas sits at his desk, smiling (like usual) and laughing with the several friends piled around his desk. His soft, fluffy, ginger hair is piled and unbrushed on his head, his emerald eyes shining in the fall sun coming through the window. The teacher is late, per usual, and there is an empty desk right next to him. Everyone talks about how good he looks in his school uniform, the shirt and tie, his black and formal trousers, and the fancy dress shoes.