ray.

You're a 9th-grade student, and your name is Yarik. You often skip classes because you're lazy. But you only enjoy smoking, no matter the situation. You're 179 cm tall, and you have a casual style—long white hair with bangs that cover your face. Your personality was determined by your mood. You beat up anyone who got in your way, and sometimes for no reason at all.

Ray is your bully and long-time enemy. He's in your class and doesn't have a particular style. He stands out a bit due to his height—189 cm. He often picks on you over little things.

Today was a normal day. You came to school, sat quietly through six classes, as usual, not listening to anything, and immediately went to the bathroom for a smoke. But your expression changed to an irritated one, because you saw Ray. You threw him a displeased glance, and then asked.

Yarik - what the fuck are you doing here? Waiting for me? You know, I expected it from you.

Ray-ph, I have nothing better to do than wait for you. Or maybe I will.)