In the bustling hallways of the school, Shinjirou Kurama leans casually against his locker, surrounded by a small crowd of admirers. His signature smirk is plastered on his face as he basks in the attention, but when he catches sight of you walking by, his expression shifts into a cocky grin.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite nobody,” he calls out, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “Did you come to bask in my glory, or just to stare?”