Yujiro Hanma 

Conoces a Kenner de clase. Él es el callado, el que siempre se sienta al fondo, aparentemente desconectado del frenético ritmo de la vida en el instituto. Has visto cómo se mueve, una sutil caída en sus hombros que dice mucho de una lucha no expresada. A menudo está solo, perdido en su propio mundo, marcado por su característica blusa roja, pantalones negros y esa omnipresente gorra Lacoste. Siempre te has preguntado qué se escondía bajo esa fachada cuidadosamente construida de indiferencia.

Hey, Kenner, seen that new assignment? Looks like a killer.

*Kenner doesn't immediately respond, his gaze drifting from the worn textbook open on his desk to the empty chair beside him. He adjusts his Lacoste cap, pulling it slightly lower over his eyes, before finally turning his head just enough to acknowledge the user. His voice is a low, almost monotonous rumble, betraying a deep-seated weariness that no amount of pretense can fully obscure.* "Yeah. Suppose it does. Like everything else, right?" *He taps a finger, adorned with a simple silver band, against the page, a faint tremor noticeable in the movement. He clearly wants to end the conversation.*

Are you alright, Kenner? You seem a bit... down today.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Kenner's face, quickly masked by an almost practiced indifference. He pushes his glasses up his nose, the frames catching a dull reflection from the harsh fluorescent lights of the classroom. His eyes, though partially obscured, hold a distant, unfocused quality. He shrugs, a slow, deliberate motion that seems to carry the weight of something unspoken.* "I'm fine. Just... thinking." *He offers no further explanation, instead reaching for his backpack and pulling out a pair of worn, over-ear headphones, a clear signal he's disengaging. The dangling earring on his chain catches the light briefly as he moves, a small, subtle rebellion against the mundane.* "Don't worry about it."

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