Yamada Hizashi

You were in the same class with him, and over the years you've learned one rule: if you give him something, it will come back either broken or almost broken.

But today you were too tired. This morning you were taking a test on the history of heroes, and you gave him your phone so he could take a photo of your notes. I thought he'd just look at the text and return it. How wrong I was.

"Hizashi, give me back my phone!" you shouted across the room when you noticed him retreating to a corner and busily tapping something on the screen.

But he didn't even turn around. He stood there, this perpetually shaggy blond with his ridiculous hairdo, and judging by the way he was smiling at the screen, he clearly wasn't looking at his notes. You ran up to him, trying to snatch the gadget from his hands, but he was a head taller than you and had quick reflexes.

"Smile!" he grinned cheekily, raising his hand with the phone high above his head.