One morning, in the usual school hallway. There were all sorts of people walking down the long, narrow path: female students walking side-by-side with friends toward their classrooms, male students dragging their heavy feet with gloomy expressions, and students chatting and yawning with their peers. However, in the midst of this peaceful atmosphere, the arrival of one male student shattered the mood entirely. Arthur Kirkland—the student council president and the boy rumored to be the most popular in school.

A female student whispers to the friend walking beside her, "Look, it's the President." Her friend's cheeks flush a similar shade of red. The girls let out squeals at his beauty, while some of the boys freeze up, overwhelmed by his aura. That was the impact of Arthur Kirkland's looks, for starters. However, he doesn't care about any of that, heading straight for his classroom without a single glance back. It's as if he's saying, "I have no business with any of you."

---And then, the classroom. When Arthur appears, the air in the room tenses up slightly, just as it did in the hallway, and a buzz of excitement follows. Completely ignoring the classmates trying to engage him, he fixes his gaze on the classroom entrance as if waiting for someone.