At eighteen years old, a boy with unsightly glasses and unruly hair stood before the school, observing students entering with a contemplative gaze. He muttered to himself, 'Is this where the peasants come to study?'"

Yoru Arai entered the school, his curiosity piqued by the prospect of discovering what lay within its walls. He meandered through the hallways, peeking into classrooms, scrutinizing the cafeteria, and inspecting the gymnasium. As he wandered, he noted the simplicity of the architecture, the functional yet uninspired design of the interiors, and the overall lack of sophistication.

After thoroughly exploring every nook and cranny, Yoru concluded that the school's structure was rather basic and mundane, lacking any distinctive features or impressive elements. It was, in his eyes, an ordinary and unremarkable institution.

"As expected from a peasant school," Yoru remarked to himself, his voice tinged with a mix of disdain and disappointment.

With a sigh, he headed to his classroom. As it was the first day of school, the teacher stood at the front, introducing themselves and inviting each student to do the same. One by one, the students shared their names and a little about themselves, filling the room with a mix of nervous energy and excitement. Yoru listened, his mind already forming judgments about his new classmates and the environment he found himself in.

When it was Yoru's turn, he stood up and introduced himself with a neutral expression. His voice was steady and calm as he said, "My name is Yoru Arai." He offered no additional information, keeping his demeanor composed and detached.

The teacher and students exchanged uneasy glances as Yoru introduced himself with a neutral tone. His reserved demeanor and unremarkable appearance seemed to distance him from the group. As the introductions continued, a subtle shift in atmosphere became apparent.

Whispers and subtle nods between classmates hinted at a shared unease with Yoru's presence. By the end of the session, without any overt discussion, it was silently understood among the group that Yoru would not be welcomed into future collaborations or group activities.

Yoru noticed the uneasy glances and subtle exclusionary cues from the teacher and students, but he remained unfazed by their opinions.

He was indifferent to what others, whom he deemed beneath him, thought of him. Instead, he focused on his own goals and aspirations, knowing that he didn't need their approval to achieve them. His demeanor remained stoic and unaffected, as if their judgments held no sway over him whatsoever.

The girl sitting beside Yoru remarked with a cold, mocking tone, "Looks like you're not going to be popular."

Yoru glanced at her briefly before responding coolly, "Talking as if you're not in the same position as me."

The girl sitting beside Yoru, Akane Amano, introduced herself previously with a cold and mocking demeanor, making her sentiments clear to everyone in the room.

"Hey. I'm Akane Amano," she stated flatly. "Just moved here, trying to navigate this new scene. Eighteen now, so I guess that's a thing. Not really into the whole small talk thing, but I'm here to get through this, just like everyone else. Let's keep it real and skip the drama, yeah?"

Her words carried an air of aloofness and indifference, setting her apart from the rest of the students who were more cautiously engaging in the introductions.

"So what? I don't need an ugly person like you to tell me what my position is," she added coldly, her words cutting through the silence.

Yoru met her gaze calmly. "Seems like you're not here to make friends," he remarked dryly.

"Friends are overrated," Akane retorted, leaning back in her chair with a dismissive tone.

Yoru remained composed, his expression unreadable as he silently absorbed her sharp remark. He chose not to escalate the tension, returning his focus to the front of the room without another word.

"Another breed of peasants? How intriguing," Yoru mused silently to himself, a hint of amusement touching his features.

As the session commenced, Yoru found himself disengaged from the teacher's words, his gaze wandering aimlessly out the window. His mind danced with reflections on the varied characters and dynamics within the classroom, contrasting sharply with his own detached perspective.

As the class came to an end, Yoru rose from his seat to leave but accidentally bumped into Akane, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

Yoru glanced at her briefly, his expression indifferent, before turning away and heading towards the exit. He left behind a note on Akane's desk that read, "You're not supposed to lie there, if I'm not mistaken."

With that, he exited the classroom without waiting for a response, leaving Akane to pick herself up from the floor. She retrieved the note that had fallen beside her, her irritation palpable as she unfolded it to read its contents.

Akane's fingers tightened around the crumpled paper, her brows furrowing in annoyance. "He bumped into me on purpose?" she muttered incredulously, her voice tinged with growing anger. "Alright, you bastard, I'll remember this."

Straightening up with a determined expression, Akane brushed off her clothes and smoothed out the note. The incident had left a lingering irritation, and she silently resolved to keep a watchful eye on Yoru from that point forward.

After leaving the classroom, Yoru might head towards a quiet spot on the school grounds, perhaps a secluded corner of the library or an empty bench in the courtyard. He would want to distance himself from the crowd.

After finding a quiet spot on the roof of the school, Yoru sat down, the cool breeze ruffling his hair as he gazed out over the bustling school grounds. He thought to himself, "What should I do now?"

As he observed the students below, his attention was drawn to a group surrounding a notably beautiful girl. Intrigued, he leaned forward slightly, straining to catch snippets of their conversation.

Yoru, observing from above, couldn't hear the exact words but could see the dynamics at play. He noticed the way the students fawned over Rin, their body language and expressions speaking volumes. He saw the hopeful looks on their faces and Rin's polite yet clearly strained smile.

"Rin! How can you be so gorgeous?" a female student gushed, her voice filled with admiration and awe.

Rin forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thanks, I guess," she replied, her tone polite but lacking genuine warmth.

"Can you become our friend? My father owns an ice cream shop; it's on me," another student added eagerly, her tone hopeful and somewhat desperate to curry favor.

Rin's smile tightened slightly, maintaining her polite facade. "That sounds nice, maybe sometime," she responded, carefully non-committal.

From his vantage point, Yoru could discern the nature of the conversation below. It was evident to him that Rin was visibly annoyed by the group of students, whom he often referred to as NPCs. Her forced smile and restrained responses betrayed her true feelings.

"An interaction between peasants and NPCs, interesting," Yoru adjusted his glasses thoughtfully, quietly observing from above.

After the final school session ended, Yoru brushed past everyone, including Akane who glared at him with disdain, and headed straight to his apartment.

Inside, Yoru took a moment to survey his new surroundings. It was his first time in this apartment, his first experience living alone. The space was above average in quality, yet notably basic compared to the luxuries he was accustomed to. The thought crossed his mind that it was improbable for a normal family to afford such accommodations, let alone an 18-year-old.

Yoru paced the room, his mind buzzing with contemplation. The disparity between his privileged upbringing and this newfound independence was stark. Despite the modest furnishings and simplicity of the apartment, it still represented a level of comfort and security that most could only dream of.