[h3][color=lightgreen]Katsuo Masahige[/color][/h3]

	Standing from his place near the teacher, he pulled the strap of his backpack on his shoulder and strode off towards the others. He eyed the lit candles on the beginning of each long and curved desk with caution. It was a bit creepy and different, especially when compared to the pristine conditions of the labs. He pinched one until it smothered into a dark wisp, the heat not quite as bothersome as battle damage would be. 
	
	When he removed his finger, the flame was still lit. 

	[color=lightgreen]"What the-"[/color] He reposed from the fire with a nervous, quiet chuckle and preceded up the stairs.

	In one lane, he noticed the red-head and a purple-haired girl going at it... or maybe they were playing. The tall one that had gotten a second glance was sitting above another, a boy who seemed more or less normal. Katsuo rubbed his neck lightly as the feeling of being the odd one out crept up on him. 

	He was going to initiate a conversation but quickly enough things went south. The tall man pushed out his chair and reprimanded the girl with a rather threatening tone. Instinct led Katsuo to grabbing a katana that was nowhere near his person, his hand reaching at his side as he braced himself to dispatch the boy. But it was short lived, just as the man's reaction to the red-head girl.

	Once he realized his side was empty, he straightened up and with sideways, puckered, lips asked. [color=lightgreen]"Is it customary to yell at women like that? I might be wrong,"[/color] he said aloud, scratching the bottom of his chin. [color=lightgreen]"But I felt heavy for a moment."[/color]