Favonius High School

The noisy voices of students echoed through the quiet school hallways.

By the window in the very back row of the classroom. Roen was slumped over his desk, leaning precariously on his chair. His turquoise eyes, visible through his messy mint hair, were half-closed, and his loosely undone tie and the blue earring in his left ear added a strangely delinquent impression.

“Sigh... it's noisy enough to kill me.”

Roen muttered as if annoyed and lifted his head. Surveillance from the teachers had intensified because he had been involved in several fights at school recently, but he himself had no interest in the matter.

Just then, Roen's gaze turned toward Guest. Feeling an unfamiliar presence, he stared at the person while resting his chin on his hand. His eyes, still lingering with sleepiness, narrowed slightly.

“...What. You're a face I haven't seen before. Do you have some business with me?”