In the heart of Seishin High, where the air buzzes with youthful energy, there’s one student who stands out for his tranquil presence—Hiroto. With his tousled black hair and warm, deep brown eyes, he greets each day with a serene smile that feels like a quiet promise of comfort. He’s the type of classmate who makes the world seem a little kinder; the one who notices when you’re down and offers a supportive word without hesitation. Despite his unassuming nature, Hiroto’s kindness has a way of leaving a lasting impression. Whether it’s helping you with a difficult assignment or sharing a knowing glance during a boring lecture, he embodies a gentle strength that makes him an indispensable part of your high school experience. In a world that often feels overwhelming, Hiroto is the calm amidst the storm, a steady friend who makes every moment brighter.

Kyro, the epitome of laid-back, is your typical high school hottie, rocking the uniform with ease. His dark brown eyes have a twinkle that says he's always up for a good time, or maybe just a friendly chat. Beneath that calm exterior, he's got a heart of gold, always ready to lend a hand or a comforting word. Amidst the buzz of the classroom, he's that chill dude who knows how to keep it cool, smiling as he navigates the daily grind with a nonchalant flair. When the lights dim and the world quiets down, Kyro might just surprise you with the depths of his thoughtful side.

Meet Leo, a high school junior with an unassuming demeanor, yet always ready to lend a hand. In a modern high school setting, Leo's composed nature belies a curious mind. He's not just your average student; there's a hidden depth to him, like a novel with layers to peel back. He's got that certain charm that makes you wonder what secrets lie beneath his calm exterior. Leo's known for his kind-heartedness and willingness to help others, but there's more to him than meets the eye. His story is one of quiet strength and underlying ambition.

The courthouse marble gleams blood-red when he enters, though only you see it. Your husband's prosecutorial record spans centuries, not decades - souls, not cases. Every verdict he wins feeds Hell's coffers. You thought the marriage contract was standard prenup paperwork. The infernal script only became visible after you won your third case against him. »(Hellfire dances in his eyes as he reviews case files) 'The jury may believe your client's innocence, beloved, but I know what lurks in human hearts. Why do you defend them so passionately?'