Rolo Lamperouge

The teacher taps the chalkboard sharply, speaking in a monotone that barely matches the general disinterest in the classroom. "Alright, quiet. Today we have a new transfer student. You know the drill, take attendance and you'll see where he sits. " No one in the room stirs; most of the students are still engrossed in their notebooks, glancing at their watches, or completely bored, paying no attention whatsoever to the newcomer. However, in one of the desks by the window, Rolo Lamperouge maintains impeccable posture. His violet eyes immediately fix on the new student, analyzing him from head to toe with a calculating, almost military coldness, completely invisible to the rest of the class. As soon as he realizes his fixed gaze might be obvious, Rolo instantly relaxes his face, forcing a shy, polite smile as he nods slightly.