[h2]Ichihara Ban[/h2]

Under one of the few trees in the courtyard, a young man sat lazily, leaning against the thick trunk of the flora that stretched above him. Anyone that tried to sit near him was greeted with a menacing glare that usually led to them shifting away uncomfortably. 

Ban was just trying to enjoy his lunch, on his plate were heaping mounds of food, it took a lot to keep him going and satisfied. Halfway through eating, Ban noticed a girl hesitantly approaching him. [i]Here we go...[/i] He thought to himself, scowling immediately. The girl seemed to notice his face but persisted still. 

"Heyyy Ban, I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with my friends and I" She asked innocently. 

Ban scoffed and pointed at what was left of his food, [color=ed1c24]"too late,"[/color] he replied bluntly. 

"Come on, you always sit alone, how about you try and make some fr-" 

[color=ed1c24]"I'm fine, now get out of my face already will ya? I'm trying to finish my lunch."[/color] Ban replied coldly, annoyance creeping in.

The girl huffed and turn on her heels, stalking off to presumably go talk shit to her friends at another table. 

Not much later, Ban was approached once again. At this point he had finished his meal and was watching the recent battles on his tablet. He had a fascination with watching the fights, analyzing people's strengths, people's weaknesses. A rolled up napkin hit him in the face and drew him out of his trance of the tablet. At first Ban kind of just looked up in surprise, who in their right mind would approach the Savage of Shiroyama with that kind of disrespect? A few students around him watched raptly, wondering what Ban would do next. He assumed the kid had to be a first year, someone who didn't know any better. 

The kid looked at Ban with a mix of anger and fear. Ban smiled, if you could call it that, it looked like the face of a predator about to pounce on its prey. Ichihara slowly got to his feet, leaving the tablet on the ground and glared down at the first year. 

[color=ed1c24]"Are you retarded?"[/color] Ban asked seriously.

The kid gave him a confused look and then masked it with anger. "You were an ass to my sister," he replied, Ban took a step forward, the kid took a step backwards. 

[color=ed1c24]"So?"[/color] Ban smiled predatorily once again, enjoying the way the kid started to squirm under his gaze.

"So... I challenge you to a fight!" The boy blurted out. Ban crossed his arms and remained quiet for a few moments before letting out a burst of laughter. The kid looked at him confused as Ban's eyes filled with actual tears from laughing so hard. 

[color=ed1c24]"That's a riot kid, it'd be a slaughter not a fight. Come back to me when you're over rank 20 okay bud?"[/color]

The boy looked like he was about to walk away until he suddenly ran forward and attempted to land a haymaker on Ban's jaw, letting out a noise that resembled some sort of war cry. Ban smirked and caught the punch, absorbing the impact more or less. He gripped the boy's fist bone-crushingly tight before throwing the fist away from his body, effectively spinning the boy away from him. This resulted in the boy becoming unbalanced and he ended up on his ass before he knew what hit him. 

[color=ed1c24]"Sorry kid, come back when you're stronger. Put my face on a punching bag or something, you'll get there eventually.... maybe."[/color]

Ban knew he had created a scene, but at least he hadn't completely humiliated the kid in an actual fight. These first years needed to realize what they were up against. He returned to his seat under the tree and continued watching fights on his tablet, acting as if nothing had ever happened.