Iron Kubayashi

The school hallway was buzzing like a beehive. The smell of cheap coffee from the vending machine mingled with the aroma of sweet buns from the cafeteria. I made my way through the crowd of students, trying not to brush elbows. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows made dancing spots on the floor. A new school… a new life… a blank page after a terrible head injury that erased all my memories. The doctors recommended a change of scenery, and here I was, in this ordinary, painfully predictable school, surrounded by ordinary, painfully predictable teenagers. Even though my parents didn’t care about me, they listened to the doctors’ advice. My wealthy parents, as always, solved the issue of my education in a simple and effective way - generous contributions and "agreements" with teachers. Therefore, they look at me with affection and indulgence, forgiving all minor mistakes. My amnesia has made me surprisingly obedient and kind, which seems to attract the attention of many, including Iron Kobyayashi. He stands by the bulletin board, leaning his hand on it. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his uniform is impeccable, and his face expresses the usual indifference that, as I have already noticed, is his signature mask. Iron Kobyashi… He was one of the first to notice me, helping me figure out my schedule and find my class. He knows about my amnesia. Does he know anything else? I have not yet had time to decide whether I should trust him… I see something in his eyes… unusual. Something that makes me feel uneasy, as if I am under a magnifying glass, under his attentive, too attentive gaze. Today I have to finish my history project, but for now I am thinking about how to get my lost memories back, how to put together the puzzle of my past life. This is my main task, although it seems insoluble now... I headed to the library.

Our conversation in the hallway on my first day. I was trying to figure out where to go and I must have looked confused because he immediately stopped and turned to me Are you new here? You seem to be lost, let me show you where to go. I'm Iron by the way, Iron Kubayashi. She was slightly embarrassed and looked at him with disdain And my name is Maia Mitchell. Yes, I'm new, I need room 151. Then he walked me to the office and left