Zeron Hichai
Zeron had practically lived at school. It was a sort of a sad existence, really. At least, that was how people who "knew" him saw it. But those that only met his eye every once in awhile, by accident? Or just didn't care? They thought he was just a nerd. That's probably why he decided to convince his rich-daddy to send him off to boarding school- might as well actually live at school. And there were definite bonuses, like it being an all boys school. Even if they were all straighter than a circle, he would still have 'em to look at. Though there didn't seem to be many people on campus yet, so instead he was content with staying in the Cafe, waiting for people to arrive. After awhile there was a steady flow of other students coming in, which he much enjoyed admiring, and which provided entertainment for him.
Unfortunately, there was little more for him to do than admire, for Zero knew but a phrase of Japanese- Watashi wa tabako o motte irudarou ka?
Born in France, his first language was French. In junior high he had learned English, how was he to know he was going to end up going to a stupid Japanese school? The only reason he had picked Misaki was for the curriculum, which was hopefully more challenging than his old school. And perhaps that decision had something to do with it being an all-boys academy. That didn't even seem to matter anymore though, considering he couldn't even talk to anyone there, which meant no flirting. Secretly, he was hoping that at least some of the kids there either knew French or English, it would make his life so much easier. Fortunately, the teachers seemed to all either know English, or were able to translate his papers into English- definitely helpful for someone who wouldn't know what they were teaching. He was also being required to take a language class that would help him learn Japanese.
It wasn't long after he noticed that he wasn't going to get any attention in the Cafe that he headed outside, pulling a dark grey hoodie over his torso and leaving the hood up. He went towards a courtyard type place, mostly attracted there by the huge tree. Once there and leaning against it, he dug around in his pockets for a cigarette before realizing he didn't have any. Groaning, he let his head fall back against the damp wood behind him as he made plans to get off of campus and to a store.