His black ears twitched, swiveling left and right as they picked up every curious noise and sound. As Kuhaku continued making his way towards Beacon he passed by a white-haired male that was pacing back and forth, saying something to himself.

"[B]No, no...If I did that... Just terrible... Expulsion...[/B]" the boy muttered, Kuhaku picking up on most of what he said.

What exactly was the boy contemplating doing if a possible consequence was expulsion from Beacon? They had just arrived and this student was already looking to cause trouble? Curious... but, no matter. Kuhaku just continued to walk past him, not even giving him so much as a glance. The affairs of others were of no concern to him. No use getting wrapped up in something pointless and time-consuming. 

However, after he gained some distance from the muttering white-haired boy, he heard his pacing had stopped and felt his gaze fall upon his back as he walked away. His footsteps moving towards him. Kuhaku's eyes looked at the ground in front of him as he concentrated on his hearing. His focus temporarily attuned to the white-haired boy now following behind him. Did Kuhaku do something to pique his interest? He hoped not. But now he had a sneaking suspicion that he did indeed and was now being tailed. 

Scowling, he quickly grew irritated. He didn't appreciate being followed, not many people would. He would have to deal with the other boy, somehow. Quickly running through his options, he wondered which course of action he should take. The first option was to ignore his 'stalker', continuing to Beacon without paying any mind to him. To say nothing, to not even look over his shoulder at him. However, that would mean having to deal with someone who would potentially give him issues in the future. Especially since his prior eavesdropping gave him the impression of being a trouble-maker. That, and having to deal with the annoyance of being followed. The second option was to nip this in the bud right then and there. To stop and confront his stalker and make it clear that he was not to be trifled with. Not someone to toy and play around with. If it worked, he could intimidate him and prevent any future interactions with him. If it didn't, it could backfire and cause him to be increasingly interested. Was there any third option? He couldn't think of one at the moment. Tapping a finger against his arm, his arms still crossed, both options were sort of a gamble. 

Halting in his tracks, Kuhaku uncrossed his arms and let them dangle by his side. Clenching his hands into fists, he decided he would go with the second option, his irritation getting the better of him. Turning, he faced the white-haired boy behind him and glared intensely at him. With a look in his eyes that demanded, "[I]What do [b]YOU[/b] want?[/I]" a low growl rising from his throat and oddly resonating within the metal fanged mask that he wore. Strange, his mask wasn't supposed to do that. He would have to take a look and fix that later.