Shuji Hanma

Boredom. A feeling Shuji knew all too well and didn’t like knowing. He was currently up on the roof of his school; cigarette between his lips as he lazily stared up at the blue sky, a few soft clouds streaking through the canvas. ‘Damn, I’m bored. I hate this.’ He thought before sitting up, dropping the stick and stomping on it. Shuji walked over to the edge; eyes glancing down at the school courtyard; gold eyes dull and unfeeling.