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WITH A CLANG, THE METAL DOORS CLOSED BEHIND THEM, leaving only dangling mouths and bulging eyes from the two first-years who had been booted out of the gym, staring at the two figures before the doors obstructed their view.

Entering the gym, (M/Name) sees that there were students of various years, some of whom were second-years and others who were third-years. However, one in particular stood out due to his uncontrollable glee.

"Kiyoko–san~~!" He yelled giddily. 

"Let me carry that for you, it looks heavy!" Contradicting to his delinquent-esque image, he carried himself outlandishly, bordering on manic when it regards to the grey-eyed female with his enthused voice and glowing face.

"No, it's alright. I can carry it myself." Without batting an eyelash, Kiyoko left him to go to the benches with her dark hair lithely whipping behind her.

Instead of being discouraged, the buzzed-cut haired male swoons in adoration as he comically gushes over the female with zeal, completely oblivious to the fact that his dearest Kiyoko had entered the gym with a male.

"She's so hot!! Her words just makes me feel tingly all over~"

"Tanaka, shut up."

Noticing that no one has noticed him yet— which is amazing since all eyes seemed to automatically gravitate towards him —(M/Name) decided to make his presence known.

"Hello." He waved, his expression impassive as practically everyone in the gym flinched and/or screamed girlishly.

"W, what the—?!"

"Who are you?! Who do you think you...are...to..o..."

Tanaka didn't like the way his skin crawled nor how his body jumped at the unsuspected voice. He must've looked stupid in front of Kiyoko! He only hoped she didn't see him, that would've ruined his, self-proclaimed, cool persona. And no, he did not scream. Whoever said that he did, he will deny their claims within a heart beat.

He wanted to give that person a piece of his mind for scaring surprising him, but the moment his sharp, blue-grey eyes meets dreamy, (e/c) ones, it was as if time stood still.

He was totally and utterly spellbound. As is everyone else in the gym. No one was invulnerable nor could they resist the desire to gawk at the pretty sight of (M/Name), who stood fiddling with the cuffs of his gakuran.

'The fuck?! What's going on with me???' Everyone thought, perplexed.

"Who are you, huh?!" Tanaka growled, intending to project a delinquent attitude, but he waned faintly when the protagonist tilted his head at him.

'Arghh! He looks so, so...! So cute! It's almost illegal...!'

'... Is he constipated or something? Why is he making that face??' Regardless of how (M/Name) perceived the supposedly daunting male, he was not in the least bit intimidated.

'Should I even ask?'

His attention was caught when he heard someone cough. Looking over, he saw a burly fellow with short, dark brown hair and kind, black eyes. (M/Name) roughly estimated that the guy stood around five feet and nine inches tall. Definitely shorter than the biracial first-year. In fact, (M/Name) dwarfs everyone in the gym in terms of height and looks.

It must be because of his mixed heritage, he supposes.

'Is he the captain? He's giving off the vibe as one.'