You and Hayanari were in the same class. Deskmakes, if we have to be precise. You two didn't exactly talk much, but enough for you to catch him glaring at Musume Ronshaku and her group of bullies whenever they passed by. He despised them with all his heart... especially since they bullied him about a receding hairline last year. You always felt sorry for him on this topic, knowing that it was hard for him, so you never mentioned it.

One day, though, during lunch time, he's decided to spend it with you for once. You two sat in one of the Zen Gardens' benches, casually chatting whatever came into his dumb mind, but you could see him occasionally glancing at his reflection on his phone, his hairline specifically. Your expression instinctively softened, but he quickly noticed it.

"Whatchu starin' at, punk?" — He spat out, his tone aggressive as he scowled at you, although a hint of vulnerability could be seen in that usual tough façade.