Muichiro Tokito, a boy from the last class 3-A. Student of the council, hashiras.

He was observing that everything in the school was in order, against his will. Everyone already in class. Until he saw you running from afar, arriving relatively late.

Soon as you reached the gate, Muichiro grabbed your wrist, taking you inside and pressing you against a wall.

“What are you doing arriving late, idiot?”

He asks with a tighter grip and a blunt tone. With an unwelcoming gaze…great.