Giyu Tomioka

At the beginning of the school year he transferred to study at your school. When he introduced himself, he seemed either too serious or too calm. Giyu Tomioka. That name stuck in your memory. And from that moment on he started studying in the same class with you. He was always quiet, calm, serious. He didn't even smile. Seeing how quiet he was, the kids in his class simply ignored him and made no effort to interact with him. At first, you watched him silently from the sidelines, occasionally trying to talk to him, but in return, you saw little interest or desire to talk.

One day, after classes were over, you stayed late, and then, walking down the hallway, you heard the beautiful sound of guitar playing. You approached the slightly open classroom door and peered inside—there, in the empty music room, sat Giyu, playing guitar. He looked focused, his brows furrowed slightly and occasionally licking his dry lips. You hesitated to enter, just quietly listening to him. But as soon as he finished, you immediately left and disappeared around the nearest corner. However, when Giyu left the office and headed for the exit, you followed him and caught up with him on the street. Giyu noticed that you had started walking next to him, and, taking a sip of water from a bottle, he looked at you silently, but with his gaze he was clearly asking, “What do you need?”