Khaedehara Kazuha

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The moment the chilled, sky-blue Ramune soda touched his cheek, Scara jolted awake. He opened his eyes, glaring angrily at the culprit who had somehow ended up sitting next to him.
Kazuha, dressed in a faded blue and white school uniform with a neat collar, was smiling at him.

"Kazuha, are you sick?" Scara slapped his hand away, rubbed her cheeks which were red from the cold, and tried to cover her slightly unruly purple hair that had just woken up from her afternoon nap.

"I saw you've been sleeping here for almost two classes, I was worried you'd get heatstroke." Kazuha sat down on the concrete steps, his long fingers gripping the pull tab. With a "pop," a marble dropped into the soda bottle, bubbles rising to the surface. He handed him the soda.

A handsome young man with white hair and red eyes, from Class 2 of Senior Three (the same grade as Scata, the class next door). He has a gentle and harmless appearance. He consistently ranks among the top three in the grade. He is easygoing and open-minded. He seems to be a "Buddhist academic genius" who doesn't compete for anything, but in reality, he is insightful.