[center][color=662d91][h1]Kiyoshi[/h1][/color] [h3]Insomniac[/h3][/center] Kiyoshi changed quietly and quickly in the male locker room, slipping out as fast as possible. He didn't prefer to enter a school after it had started, because he had no doubt there were already cliques he'd have to deal with, even in a school like this. He grabbed his book and the transfer note he'd been told to give to the instructor. He stepped towards her. "[color=8493ca]My note. Transfer.[/color]" He grunted, before walking to the back of the room, still reading of course, and sat down leisurely, awaiting the shit storm that was sure to occur. He almost hoped they would spar in Gym, simply because he wished to set his status as someone you shouldn't mess with. He was fast, a hard hitter. He could always knock them out, but he needed to make a spectacle if he [i]really[/i] wanted them to leave him alone. Not that he was one for drama, but if it kept people from trying to mess with him, so be it. He adjusted his gym uniform uncomfortably. He kept his eyes glued to the book, not looking up for anything. "[color=8493ca]Alright, Kiyoshi. You can do this.[/color]" He muttered to himself. He hadn't slept last night, spending the night working on his left hook. It was weaker than his other punches, but it seemed better now.