You see the new student come in. He appeared to be a six and a half foot tall young man with tomato crimson skin. He wore a boy’s uniform that fit tight against his wiry muscles. Of course, the jacket was unbuttoned and he’d forgot his tie, and he jammed his hands into his pockets. He had a face that would make anyone gay, straight, or otherwise swoon. To top it off, he had little horns in his forehead and striking yellow eyes. I swear he had yellow eyes, so help me god!
Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Akira, strode into the room soon after, showing no indication that he noticed the new boy’s unusual complexion. “Class,” he announced, “This is our new transfer student Damien Hades. He’s here from... I’m sorry, Mr. Hades, but your transfer papers didn’t say where you transferred from.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Damien waved it off in a nonchalant, sexy bad boy voice, “It’s... not too far from here... Anyway, nice to meet all of ya. I look forward to spending the rest of the year with you.”
Damien Hades? That’s his name? Not the most subtle hint that this guy’s probably a demon, if not the Antichrist.
“So... where am I sitting?” Damien asked.
“You’re assigned to sit to the left of Mr. Doe,” the teacher explained. With finger guns and a quick thanks, the new gut strode over to his seat, right next to yours. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. This made Mr. Akira clear his throat.
“Mr. Hades, might I ask you to...” he suddenly trailed off when Damien gave him a glare. He looked away with a quick “N-never mind,” and prepared for morning announcements.
You had a feeling that things were going to head south... fast.