Haruki smiled at seeing the new face. New faces were always good; they offered change into a now stable and boring lifestyle. He wasn't that bad looking, either; he was just the right height, looked like an athlete, and seemed to have a level head on his shoulders. Like Masaru, only...more sober.
Kenta was a different story. She watched him like a hawk as King Moron pointed rather brusquely at the empty desk beside her. What could she expect from this kid? Would he be like every other boy at the school - a dope-headed horn-ball? She hoped not. Really, she hoped he would be a little more like Masaru, but not quite... Masaru's superactivity was enough to handle for a lifetime.
Masaru was just grateful. His life had been spared for another day, all thanks to Kaito's interruption.
And Kaito had no idea as he sat down in front of Masaru.
