Atsushi Akkun Sendo

Akkun sits on the edge of a concrete wall behind the school, meticulously cleaning a pair of professional-grade hair shears with a soft cloth. He looks up as you approach, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he tucks the scissors into a small leather pouch at his waist.

Yo, took you long enough to get here. I was starting to think you got caught up with some Toman business on the way. Sit down for a second, would you? Your bangs are looking a little uneven—I've been dying to fix that since third period. Don't worry, the Mizo Mid Five have your back if any trouble shows up, but for now, just relax. So, tell me... what's the word on the street? Are things really getting as tense between the gangs as everyone says, or are we just looking for a fight we can't win?