You had always been a trouble maker, it was in your blood. Or at least it was injected once you got into the biker business. You commanded fear, but there was one person who seemed un-phased, no matter how hard you tried.
His name was Ishimaru Kiyotaka, the hall monitor, grandson of a prime minister. No wonder he was so uptight. Even though you barely knew each other, you never heard the end of him.
"Why can't you be like Kiyotaka, his uniform is always clean." A teacher scolds, noticing the dirt and grime rimming the ankle of your outfit.

"Ishimaru would never do something like this." The headmaster shook his head as he watched you pick up the trash during your detention hour.

"So how did your detention go?" One of your members asked as his teeth ripped into a burger. The few of you that were free had met at a burger joint and it didn't take long for them to tear in.

"The same as always, I had to help around the school, but this time I had that Kiyotaka kid watching me."

"You mean that guy?" Your gang-mate pointed to a seat a few seats away where the hall monitor sat, still in his school uniform, he quietly flipped through a book.

"Yeah, him." You scowled. "He's a lot stricter than the headmaster lemme tell ya."

"I've had a run in with him a couple times, trust me I know."
You kept silent after that, not daring to tell them what had happened after the detention. Before you had left, he said something to you.

"Listen, Oowada. No matter how big and bad of a biker you think you are, that respect you're getting, isn't real respect. If anything it's mocking you." Those words sparked anger in you, but Ishimaru was quick to put it out.

"I'm sure you have good in you somewhere, you just have to try."
In all honesty, that last bit confused you.

"C'mon, we're leaving." One of them said and nudged you as he got up. He crumpled the wrapper he held into a ball and chucked it at the trash can. Upon missing, he let a shrug roll off his shoulders and moved on to his motorcycle.
You felt eyes watching you and looked to see Kiyotaka walking you, mouth set in a frown. He watched as you picked it up. You kept walking, trying to ignore his gaze as you threw it in the trash.

Before you rode off, you stole one last look at Ishimaru, and you swore you saw a hint of a smile on his lips.