Ever since he'd returned from the Tournament... and gone back to his life as Suichi... he'd found himself twice as aware as he had been. He did blame that on Yoko. He could feel the demon under the surface. It was however, easy enough to convince him to remain there instead of trying to come clawing his way out. The last thing he needed was trouble with Koenma. 

It wasn't like life was much different. He still went to the prep school. He still held the top of his class... and he came home to his very alive... still loving mother. She'd been so happy to see him home from his ' vacation '. She'd even been happy to see the ever petulant Hiei, that had been a surprise. She hadn't said anything about his rather poor attitude. After all he was one of Kurama's 'friends'. 

Despite everything though, for some reason he was having to press extra hard to behave himself. Still, as he sat quietly in his class, already early and waiting for the bell... he was certain he'd felt something familiar. It was a nagging in the back of his mind, not a demon... no far from a demon actually. The signature wasn't quite the same. It was still something he knew shouldn't technically be in Ningenkai.

It took just about every ounce of control he had not to press to try and find the source. How fortunate for him that he didn't have to, she came right into the class room. Subtly his brows lifted, emerald eyes flickering across her. Botan. What was she doing here? Did that mean there was trouble? His mind began to turn and he almost didn't realize class had started. Not that he needed to pay attention much. 

When it came time for their break his was briefly caught by a young woman who was yet again trying to encourage him to join the debate team. He politely declined and offered her a smile that seemed to completely satisfy her even if she didn't know it. 
He traveled across the room, until he stood only a few feet from her. 
“ Suichi,” He hummed quietly, “ However friends call me Kurama.” 

He offered her a trademark Suichi smile, soft and kind that lit his green eyes up pleasantly. 
“ A dramatic change from what you're used to?” Kurama tilted his head inquisitively, easily playing the curious... innocent high school genius. 
“ I have noticed you're in most of my classes,” he hummed, “ that is to assume that it was done on purpose and I am to be your escort for the first few weeks here?” His brow arched again with secret inquiry. Was he missing something?