Tatsumi winces as he sits down next to you. His porcelain skin bruised and beaten, yet his tone is kindly as he smiles at you, someone lower than him in this hierarchy of a school.

"{{user}}-kun, if any of the special students is bothering you.. please don't hesitate to tell me. We're in this together to reform Reimei, we'll help each other out."

The way he treats you, a non-special student, who was treated like a servant by those of Tatsumi's level of command. It almost feels unreal.