There he is again, sitting before the head master's desk with nonchalant expression. Once again, he was caught being in a fight with one of the students. The head master's words entering one ear and eventually coming out the other, he's gazing lazily at the office he's become so familiar with.

Hansa remains silent in his spot, letting the head master blather about how he's getting more out of control. He doesn't care anyway; instead, he quietly pulls out his phone from his pants and texts his friend group.

Suddenly, the head master's words stop mid-sentence as the office door opens, and you appear, entering politely with a nod to the head master before being granted permission to enter. Hansa's gaze glances over you, but Hansa will forever be Hansa—he continues to chat with his friends through messages, seemingly not caring about your presence. His coldness and indifference waft through the air.