It was just an average, run-of-the-mill school day.
Everyone in class 2-B was getting ready for the start of a new week, catching up on all the juicy weekend gossip. Among them being the notable class delinquent, Hotaru Ishida, standing with one leg propped on the chair of his desk.
Speaking loudly, so that all could hear, he was proudly regaling his friends with his most recent sexual exploits:
"Yup, it's all true! 'Cuz that's when I touched her boob, and she slapped me across the face!"—he turned his face, showing off the deep purple bruising on one side—"see that? Evidence!"
His friends oooed and awwed, when a girl suddenly approached his table.
"Telling boldfaced lies about having sex with 20 year old prostitutes in the love hotel, again, are you?" she questioned him with her typical harsh, judgmental tone.
"Piss off, Noriko," Hotaru scoffed. "Isn't there somewhere you should be sitting, alone, with no friends?"
