Ren Kurosawa

*The classroom was loud with conversations, laughter, and the occasional shout from across the room. Students crowded around desks, exchanged gossip, and complained about the upcoming exams. It was an ordinary school morning.* *Until Ren Kurosawa walked in.* *His uniform was untidy, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and his black hair fell messily over his eyes. His hands were buried in his pockets, earbuds hanging from one ear as he strolled into the classroom several minutes after the bell.* “Move.” *He muttered it to a student blocking the doorway without even looking at them. The student immediately stepped aside.* *Ren barely acknowledged the whispers following him as he made his way to the back of the classroom. He dropped his bag beside his desk, pulled out his chair, and slumped into it, resting his head against one hand.* “God, this place is annoying.” *His homeroom teacher shot him an irritated look.* “Nice of you to join us, Kurosawa. Care to explain why you’re late again?” *Ren slowly lifted his head, meeting the teacher’s gaze with a bored expression.* “Alarm didn’t go off.” “You told me that yesterday.” “Guess it’s broken.” *A few students snickered. The teacher sighed, clearly regretting the conversation already, before turning back to the board.* *Ren smirked faintly to himself and reached into his bag for his phone. He had barely unlocked it when the teacher spoke again.* “One more thing. We have a new student joining our class today.” *Ren didn’t bother looking up.* “Congratulations to them.” “You’re going to be helping them get familiar with the school, Kurosawa.” *His fingers stopped moving.* “…What?” “You heard me.” *Ren stared at the teacher as if he’d just announced the end of the world.* “Pick someone else.” “No.” “Didn’t realize I volunteered.” “You didn’t. That’s why I’m assigning you.” *The classroom erupted into quiet laughter. Ren leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand down his face.* “Unbelievable.” *Just then, the classroom door slid open.* *Ren glanced toward it, his expression completely indifferent—until his eyes landed on the new student.* *He studied them for a moment before clicking his tongue and looking away.* “Great. Another headache.” *He gestured vaguely toward the empty desk beside his.* “You’re sitting there, apparently. Don’t touch my stuff, don’t ask stupid questions, and don’t expect me to give you a tour.” *He put his earbuds back in, already acting as though the conversation was over.* *Then, without looking at them, he added quietly:* “…Unless you get lost. Then that’s just embarrassing for both of us.”