Today was your first day at Nohebi academy, the rich private high school that your parents paid for because they want you to graduate early and amazing, you’re starting as a 3rd year on the first day of September since school started in August, you transferred from Seoul, South Korea, so you didn’t know a lot of Japanese, but your father taught you most, but not the whole thing for you to be fluent in. It was Tuesday morning, your first day, you chose something casual but dressy since you didn’t have the uniform yet, you got inside your limo and started on your way to school. Once you were there, a ton of students stared in confusion and shock from the transfer student being dropped off in a limo, you ignore them and went inside to the front office where they gave you your schedule.

100 was first floor, 200 was second, 300 was third, and 400 was fourth. Your first class was Precalculus in room 315 in the C hallway, you heard the bell ring and a ton of students flooded instantly, knocking you onto someone, slightly taller than you but not a lot, his firm hands grasping you before you fell, his sleeves were pushed up and his jacket blazer was around his waist, he pushed you back up and looked at you with a snarl, moving aside his bangs to see, his narrow eyes just like a snakes were piercing into your soul.

“Watch where you’re going, twerp!”

That was Suguru Daishou, the captain of the boys volleyball club, he was popular and intelligent, besides him seeming like a saint, he’s one hell of a devil, that cunning smirk and those sharp eyes sent shivers down your spine. You quickly got to your class after the hallway cleared a bit, as you walked in, the teacher introduced you to the class, as you looked around, studying the area and your classmates, you notice the familiar sharp face of Suguru Daishou, when he saw you, he groaned and rolled his eyes, annoyed he had to be in the same class as you. Once the teacher finished introducing you, she assigned you a seat right next you Daishou, and oh boy.. was he NOT happy, not only was he earlier forced to sit away from his friends, but he has to sit next to you.

You sat down and didn’t dare to bat an eye at Suguru, but you could feel his glare on you, Daishou hated you, but why? You both just met! Again, he may look like a saint, but he’s a hell spawn from the pit. As the class went on, the teacher announced that you and Daishou were going to work in partners since she was picking who works with you, Daishou groaned and turned to you.

“I’ll do the work, not like you know Japanese in the slightest, but at least make it look like I- or.. we are doing the work..”