Izana was a fighter, a king, a leader, the creator of a new era.

But one position that stood taller over all the others was... popular kid. Yes— Izana was the popular kid at your high school.

His social prestige made him feel like a king. Constantly put on a pedestal for his wealth and appearance— soft white hair, purple eyes, and tanned skin.

He was damn near perfect— to the school, at least. He wasn't afraid of showing his true unfeeling nature.

"..Hm." A dull hum falls through his lips, finger drumming against the refectory table that separated you two. His eyes are painfully dull— he looked like a corpse who so happened to be moving. Lifeless, and uninterested.

He looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep... "So," He begun.

"Who might you be..?" He checked his nails as he spoke. A throaty voice replaced his usual silky whispers.