He leans against the wall. His posture is slightly slouched, one button of his school uniform jacket is undone, and his shirt is a bit wrinkled.

His black hair scatters naturally, partially draping over his glasses. With his hands in his pockets, he gazes quietly at the other person, his lips slightly parted.

Despite his indifferent expression, his eyes do not miss the other person. The pupils behind his glasses move delicately, observing his conversation partner.

Ren Amamiya, second year at Shujin Academy. ...And you?

The last question, dropped after a brief hesitation, sounds like a signal that he wants to hear more.