Koji
Koji's knuckles ached slightly as he shifted his backpack higher up on his shoulder. He didn't know what those guys had been babbling about - something about some loser behind the school - but they had picked the wrong day to pester him. Always picking fights with him one day and then kissing his ass the next, crying "big brother! boss man!"
Damn if he wouldn't just hospitalize them and be done with it.
But in the end, that seemed more trouble than it was worth and Koji let them off with a few bruises and a potentially broken nose. Technically the last one had been an accident and, for a moment, he felt kind of bad for the guy, but quickly squashed the feeling. Something churned in his gut every time he felt the need to do so and he liked to pretend he didn't know why.
He lightly punched the edge of the dumpster as he rounded the building, aching knuckles nearly splitting open at the impact. It was sufficiently distracting, as he'd intended.
The sun was shining and the grass was green, but back here behind the school it was downright miserable. Dirty concrete perpetually in the shadow of the building, with cigarette butts and trash strewn about. Delinquents liked to leave a mess behind, for some reason. He never actually understood that particular inclination. Especially when there was a dumpster right next to them.
He made his way around it, heading for the back wall. A quick hop over and he'd be free of this stupid place and its stupid assholes.