"2 cups of coffee is not enough to wake me up..." Reinhardt grumbled as he attempted to open his locker. "Damnit.... Why won't it open?"
"Need help?" A voice asked. Reinhardt looked down to see someone around his age with orange brown hair crouching down at the locker kiddy corner from him.
"Yeah..." Reinhardt replied.
"Don't worry, I already know the code. I used to use this locker to keep my projects safe." He said as he got up before undoing the lock on the locker.
" Um... Thank you....?" He replied.
"No problem. Say.... You and the one behind look like the kind of guys suitable for the Order of Heroes..."
"What now? I just transferred here like now."
"Let me see your schedule real quick."
"Why?" Reinhardt then pulled his schedule out of his pocket, loaning it to the other male.
"I see... You've got 3rd with our leader. I've got first with him so I'll have a word with him about it." He then gave the piece of paper back to him as the bell rang. "Gotta go." Then, he ran off.
"Damnit... I don't know where this class is..." Reinhardt sighed.
"What class?" Another person asked. He turned to see that the person that was next to his locker had eavesdropped on the entire conversation.
"History. Room 557." Reinhardt replied.
"Your lucky I have that class." The other boy started to head off, with Reinhardt followed. The first thing that he had noticed about the other boy was that he was wearing this thing that looked like demon horns. Other than that, he looked pretty normal. His brown eyes were filled with dread and anger, pretty normal for this time of day. His dark brown, almost black hair was neat and messy at the same time, it was kind of weird. He was carrying himself like a prince, even though that wasn't the case.
"Um, I never got your name." Reinhardt said, trying not to come off as weird.
"Berkut." He replied. "Yours?"
"Reinhardt."