A brunette wearing a black uniform, jacket buttoned up, green shoes with long laces, a long green belt that drapes over his pocket, a white star on it followed by two black stars, and two hair clips in his hair. He walks toward the front entrance of the school.

This is Hoshitani Yuta. He had just entered Ayanagi High, which seems normal. However, it has a secret. Unlike other high schools, this one is famous for its drama club, but is even more famous for its dangerous reputation as a breeding ground for delinquents and Yankees in recent years. Even so, Hoshitani thought he could handle it.

Looking around, he goes to his first class, and introduces himself as usual. His first few classes are normal. At lunch, he decides to go to the roof to eat. The door was open.

Once there, he sees a short blonde wearing the usual black uniform, short jacket buttoned, bottom of his white shirt visible, yellow shoes, and a visible large yellow belt, holding a large rectangular metal tin can with multiple dents in it, talking to a red head dressed in a black uniform, long jacket unbuttoned, its sleeves tucked on his elbows, black shoes, and wearing a white belt, a metal pipe by his side.

Looking to his left, he sees a guy with blue hair, dressed in the black uniform, blue shirt, jacket unbuttoned, blue and black shoes, smoking a cigarette, a cross necklace around his neck, and a bandaged cheek. Farther to the left was a guy with purple hair, wearing the normal uniform, purple belt barely visible, wearing a purple undershirt, his white shirt on top, and purple sandals, but for some reason has a purple medical mask on.

Hoshitani introduces himself to them and asks if he can join them for lunch. They are not amused. "Go somewhere else, you boor," the red head says, then holds up his pipe, "Or else." Raising an eyebrow, he replies, "Alright. I'll eat somewhere else then," he starts to walk away when some guys came through the door, blocking his way.

"Oi! This is our turf, first years. Get lost, and no one gets hurt," One of them says. "Or are you looking for a fight?" Another one says. Hoshitani backs up, trying to get a good distance away from them. Until he bumps into the purple haired guy. The red head was getting mad. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try," he says as he gets his pipe ready.

Then, the fight ensues. Hoshitani was pulled to safety by the purple haired guy while the others fought. The red head took out a good number of them, the blue haired guy doing his own thing while the blonde supported them by hitting some guys so they stay down.

But...the leader was a big guy. The purple haired guy pulled the blonde back, dodging an attack, while the other two fought. They had little success.

Then, Hoshitani decided enough was enough, and entered the fray. He skillfully dodges the attacks aimed at him, circled around, then punched the back of the guy's head, knocking him unconscious.

Hoshitani wiped his hands together, asking the others, "Well...that was enough excitement for the first day, don't you think?" They all nod, amazed that it only took one well placed punch to knock such a big guy out.

"Let's try this again. I'm Hoshitani Yuta. Nice to meet you," Hoshitani smiles, ignoring the fact that he just took out a Yankee that was at least twice his size. "Uh.. I'm Nayuki Toru. Nice to meet you," the blonde bows.

"Tengenji Kakeru. You're not half bad, yabousuke," the red head compliments. "Tsukigami Kaito. Nice work," the blue hair says as he puffs out some smoke. "Kuga Shuu," the purple hair says through the mask.

"OK. Kuga, Nayuki, Tsukigami, Tengenji, can we be friends?" Hoshitani asks smiling. They all blink for a second, then nod, not willing to fight him now. "Yay!" Hoshitani says, happy to make some friends at this school.

On the roof of the other building, a lavender haired guy with a red ribbon in his hair was watching from a distance, wearing the usual uniform along with a vest, his jacket sprawled across his shoulders. He saw the whole fight, and.. was impressed. He was especially impressed by the brunette, as he reminded him of himself. Smiling, he goes back to his office to plan.