Kyoya has laid claim to his school for years now, and has attended to it for just as long. Every single aspect of it, he's more familiar with than his own home. To the second, he can name when the hustle of the first day of the year quiets down and blissful silence falls over Nami Middle. Every scent from the school festival he can recognize at first sniff, and he could make his way through each building while blindfolded. There shouldn't be any new additions to his school, at least not without his say so.
And this is new, not the smell he's been hunting for months now: the biting scent of frost, still a couple of months too early for winter's demanding stay. He does a sweep of his school the second he arrives instead of going to relax in his claimed room, ignoring Tetsu's furrowed brow and confusion. The scent is everywhere but the sight normally associated with it isn't. All it does is bite at his nose, faint and constantly moving. Eventually, Tetsu convinces him into the Disciplinary Committee's room to do paperwork and Kyoya allows it. He'll have plenty of time in the day to hunt down this new scent.
In an amusing twist, he doesn't have to. The origin of the scent comes to him instead on the sharp click of heels outside his room, winter's scent billowing through his doors right before they're shoved sharply open. "Excuse me! Are you the Disciplinary Committee Chairman, Hibari Kyoya?"
It's a woman- no, a girl, taller than many of the boys that take shelter in Nami Middle's territory but still the age of a senior, Kyoya thinks. Her uniform is a glaring black in the face of Nami's sleepy aesthetic, screaming challenger even as he belatedly remembers there are transfer students that were meant to arrive. The uniform isn't the only thing that's sharp about her- dark brown hair pulled back, piercing red eyes that don't shy away, and, most interestingly of all, a pair of metal fans attached at her hip. No... That's not the most interesting. What's interesting is the way she holds herself, so different than the majority of humans Kyoya runs into. No curling into herself, like a proper herbivore. No aggressive posturing as scavengers or weak predators do.
Head tall, shoulders straight, mouth set in a simple line.
She's a carnivore, every bit of her.
Maybe it's overconfidence, something Kyoya has seen no small shortage of, but his interest has been caught anyway even without that chilly smell invading his nose. Slowly putting down his pen, he focuses on her. "Who... are you?"
Recognition flashes in her eyes, fast and bright as lightning, and he watches her carefully. From the second she stepped in front of his door, he knew who she was to him, although he didn't particularly care. Now, he's almost positive she knows that same in return. The average scenario, he's seen enough happen in Namimori again and again when soulmates have found each other, and it's a big production every time. It's never happened to him, of course, although the future did get him the closest he'd ever been to that camellia tea scent for all that he hadn't pursued it. Too many interesting battles to pursue, and it wouldn't have been interesting if he'd won the chase. Yet now...
Instead of becoming any more polite or subservient, however, the carnivore of a woman before him stays exactly as she is and he thinks he sees her eyes becoming even steelier. "I'm Suzuki Adelheid, a third year student from Shimon Middle School." Then, while he's still taking in her name- "From today, this reception room belongs to the Liquidation Committee."
"The Liquidation Committee?"
Instead of offering an explanation, her eyes narrow and her chin tilts up imperiously. "If you resist, I'll have to act accordingly."
What a brazen response; it has his fingers itching to take up his tonfas but not in an entirely bad way. On some level, of course, he's offended. This is his territory, and challengers will pry Namimori and its middle school from his bloody maw. Yet on the other hand... He's almost admiring of it. In her position, it's the exact same thing he would do:
Go in, stake a claim, eliminate anyone who doesn't understand their place.
The only difference between him and her is that he knows he has the power to warrant such behavior. He wonders if she does, too.
"The Liquidation Committee?" he presses again to the sound of his bird flitting around the room, refusing to stand up out of principle. There's always the option of forcing the answer out of her, but Kyoya prefers his fights without having to worry about that kind of thing. It feels better that way.
Likewise, Suzuki Adelheid doesn't change her positioning either. No tension, no yelling, no trying to loom over him although she very easily can. She's as relaxed and casually imposing as when she first stepped in. "Yes. From now on, the order of this school will will be protected not by the Disciplinary Committee of Namimori but by the Liquidation Committee of Shimon."
At least she understands there's an order to be upheld, even if it's a frozen chance in hell that he'll let his be replaced. But if she knows that, then- "Huh. Sounds interesting, but... In order for that to happen, you need the approval of all the committee members of this school."
The words have barely left his mouth before she's responding. "I've gotten approval already." From the pockets of her uniform, she pulls out some documents. One, held up simply, displays a list of signatures he can recognize even from his desk. The other... "By force." ...are a set of pictures, featuring various students he recognizes tied up and beaten within an inch of their lives.
Hibari grins.
"Wow," he says quietly, pushing himself up to his feet. That one word alone is probably the highest praise he knows how to give, but he doubts it matters to her. That's fine. "Looks like you wouldn't give up even if I rejected that proposal." From above, he feels his bird's weight press down and tiny talons nestle into his hair.
"Of course." Suzuki's only reaction is to raise an eyebrow at the bird, but she doesn't do anything besides. "I would use force to make you see my way."
It's been a long time since anyone has approached him like this before, trying to usurp him so abruptly and straight forwardly. Most of the time, it's nothing more than weak scavengers who try to snatch what they can- that gang of weaklings from last summer's festival comes to his mind. Even the only person who's ever come close to succeeding went about it subtly, a predator picking off weak targets in seclusion before Hibari confronted him. This is a proper challenge for the dominant position in this territory.
If nothing else, it's a nice change of pace.
Yet even as he makes a movement for his tonfa, there's a clearing of someone's throat from the doorway and the tension in the room is disrupted. Suzuki glances behind her before stepping aside, but Kyoya already knows who it is without needing to see him. Tetsuya's gaze flicks between the two of them, a question without words. "I apologize for interrupting, Chairman," he says, not giving voice to whatever other thoughts are lurking in his head.
Kyoya's mouth twists in an unhappy line across his face.... but it can't be helped. Tetsu is still dressed exactly to Disciplinary Committee standards, hasn't stepped into the room without invitation, and, when it all comes down to it, is doing his job as Kyoya's own personal right hand and shadow. He'd never interrupt Kyoya and a prospective fight without good reason. No one else knows the consequences of that better than Tetsu, too. Resisting the urge to lash out- there's nothing but his own things and the transfer student, and he wants their fight to be a proper one- he lowers his tonfa. "What is it?"
"It's almost time for a meeting with the principal about this year's cultural festival, and then lunch is right after that."
Right... In the excitement of meeting his soulmate and, more importantly, getting to fight her, he'd momentarily forgotten his own duties.
For all his annoyed reluctance, Suzuki seems to have no issues otherwise. “Since it seems like you’re preoccupied for today, I’ll take my leave. Tomorrow we’ll resume, so clear your schedule for then.” Twisting away, she exits with a click of her heels and carrying the scent of winter along with her.
Tetsu, obedient as usual, waits until the sound of her is a long ways away as is the smell of her, although Kyoya knows his right hand can’t sense it until he speaks. “Who was that, Chairman?”
Tonfa tucked away once more, Kyoya tugs his jacket over his shoulders. “Suzuki Adelheid, one of the transfer students. Tomorrow I’m going to bite her to death, so make sure nothing distracts me.” Pausing in the doorway, he glances upwards in thought. Normally he’d never bother telling anyone this sort of thing, because it’s inconsequential, but if it’s Tetsu… He looks to his right hand again, meeting that puzzled glance with a straightforward one of his own. “She’s one of my soulmates,” he adds before yawning and taking off again, leaving Tetsu sputtering in his wake.
Really, it takes much too long for Tetsu to get over himself and hurry after him. “Chairman, for that kind of thing-”
His words die in his throat at Kyoya’s witheringly unimpressed look. “I don’t care. Neither does she. We’re fighting.” His tone says that’s that.
Recognizing a steel wall when he sees one, Tetsu sighs with such force that his shoulders nearly droop out of their sockets. “I understand, Chairman. So… I take it that this means I should not inform your mother of this development.”
Kyoya freezes.
“Tetsu, don’t.”
“Chairman-”
“Do not tell her.”
“Hibari-san, I wasn’t-”
“She’d ruin it.”
“Kyoya-san, I have no intention of telling her. I swear.” Slowly, Tetsu makes placating gestures with his hands. “However, I think she would find out eventually, so…”
“No.” Kyoya’s face drops down into a scowl. “It’s my soulmate, and I’ll bite her to death all I want.”
With another resigned sigh, Tetsu nods. “As you wish, Chairman.”
Even with that acquiescence, Kyoya is in a bad mood for the entirety of his meeting with the principal. It doesn’t help that there’s no outlet for his aggression; Namimori Middle has been in a state of peace since he’d returned from his trip to the future. If the rest of the transfer students cause any trouble, it doesn’t reach his ears. The good thing is that, as usual, Tetsu is hyper aware of his mood especially since he was the cause of its current state. When he returns from his meeting, his favorite foods have been arranged for his lunch, and some of his aggravation eases up.
While he eats, he has his committee bring him information on the transfer students and casts his eye over the paperwork carefully. Along with Suzuki, there are six other students that have transferred along with her from the same school: Kozato Enma, Ooyama Rauji, Mizuno Kaoru, Aoba Koyo, Katou Julie, and… someone whose name has only been filled in as “Shittoppi-chan”.
All of them share the same previous school and, more interestingly, all of them share the same living address. Like a roaming pack that’s settled in new territory and is trying to establish dominance…
Now, the only question left is what kind of pack they are.
That gets answered the very next day.
If there’s anything to be said about Suzuki Adelheid, it’s that she wastes no time. The declaration of her intent is emblazoned in sharp white on black, billowing from his school, first thing in the morning. Nothing is holding him back this time; he blazes towards the stairs leading up to the school roof where he can smell frost clear as anything. Really, it’s a good choice. No one can easily interfere with them there, and yet there’s still plenty of room for the kind of fights he likes best.
Ultimately, the words they exchange are unimportant formalities. All of Kyoya’s focus is for Suzki Adelheid, even when spectators start to fill up the space of the roof. Inside him is a confidence that he can beat her that’s always there, no matter who he’s fighting, changing only on a scale of how easy it will be. However, as her metal fans slice through the air, he has to admit there’s an actual undeniable skill to her movements. It reminds him, very faintly, of Sawada Tsunayoshi’s way of fighting… Of almost his whole lot, actually. Their movements all have that rough unpolish to them of people who have had to train to fight with only themselves and experience as guidance.
It’s the same with Suzuki, all jagged grace and killing intent that refuses to be set aside. Unlike Sawada’s lot, it’s that last part which truly sets her aside: she’s sharpened all her edges with that resolution, never holding herself back.
In the end, it’s something that forces him to do the same.
A pity that the baby which hangs around Sawada so much interferes, and Kyoya supposes he can’t say he’s surprised when it comes to light that this latest group of fascinating people is also connected to him. Lately, it seems like all the interesting things in Kyoya’s life- the scent of tea, Mukuro Rokudo, strong enemies- all originate from Sawada. A discussion gets started up, but Kyoya is only half paying attention. What’s of more interest to him is the way the transfer students band together with the fight finished. Normally, he despises such displays. They’re the actions of herbivores unable to stand on their own, occasionally hoping to use others as a distraction for their own hide. Yet with the Shimon, there’s a purpose to their grouping, a well practiced pack behavior that he doesn’t miss.
Ooji, his sturdy massive frame in the back, acting as a barrier. Mizuno and Aoba to the sides, bodies held tall, clearly fit and ready for any action. Finally, there’s Suzuki herself, situating herself right besides the smallest member of their group: Kozato.
Yet even for all that their grouping is centered around Kozato, it's also centered strongly around Suzuki in a considerably different way. Sawada's group does it too, although both ways condensed around one person and, Kyoya suspects, without truly realizing that they're doing it. It's a desire to protect, along with a need to look to him for guidance as though he's the head of a pack. A year ago, Kyoya would have scoffed at the idea, but.. The small animal that is Sawada Tsunayoshi seems to have more to him than he would have first thought.
Kozato holds that same kind of apparent weakness, which only serves to draw out Kyoya's suspicion, and Suzuki holds the rest of the Shimon's attention in that same effortless way. His eyes flick to Shittoppi-chan, taking note of the independent way she holds herself separate along the school fencing, and something clicks in his mind.
They're a hyena pack: of deceivingly poor reputation but with jaws that will crack bone, impressive stamina in unimpressive frames, opportunistic eyes seeking out weakness... and incredibly matriarchal.
It's interesting to observe, which only makes it more annoying when one of the teachers bursts in through the door yelling at everyone and anyone. Fortunately, Kyoya himself can stalk off to leave some of Sawada's lot to take the brunt of it. Even as he's thinking about what orders he'll give to Tetsu to firmly discipline such a nuisance of an adult- maybe it's for the better that the baby interfered before things got heated- he's wondering what else can be learned about this group of transfer students.
After all... A carnivore like Suzuki won't be put off by such an interruption.
2
Kyoya has laid claim to his school for years now, and has attended to it for just as long. Every single aspect of it, he's more familiar with than his own home. To the second, he can name when the hustle of the first day of the year quiets down and blissful silence falls over Nami Middle. Every scent from the school festival he can recognize at first sniff, and he could make his way through each building while blindfolded. There shouldn't be any new additions to his school, at least not without his say so.
And this is new, not the smell he's been hunting for months now: the biting scent of frost, still a couple of months too early for winter's demanding stay. He does a sweep of his school the second he arrives instead of going to relax in his claimed room, ignoring Tetsu's furrowed brow and confusion. The scent is everywhere but the sight normally associated with it isn't. All it does is bite at his nose, faint and constantly moving. Eventually, Tetsu convinces him into the Disciplinary Committee's room to do paperwork and Kyoya allows it. He'll have plenty of time in the day to hunt down this new scent.
In an amusing twist, he doesn't have to. The origin of the scent comes to him instead on the sharp click of heels outside his room, winter's scent billowing through his doors right before they're shoved sharply open. "Excuse me! Are you the Disciplinary Committee Chairman, Hibari Kyoya?"
It's a woman- no, a girl, taller than many of the boys that take shelter in Nami Middle's territory but still the age of a senior, Kyoya thinks. Her uniform is a glaring black in the face of Nami's sleepy aesthetic, screaming challenger even as he belatedly remembers there are transfer students that were meant to arrive. The uniform isn't the only thing that's sharp about her- dark brown hair pulled back, piercing red eyes that don't shy away, and, most interestingly of all, a pair of metal fans attached at her hip. No... That's not the most interesting. What's interesting is the way she holds herself, so different than the majority of humans Kyoya runs into. No curling into herself, like a proper herbivore. No aggressive posturing as scavengers or weak predators do.
Head tall, shoulders straight, mouth set in a simple line.
She's a carnivore, every bit of her.
Maybe it's overconfidence, something Kyoya has seen no small shortage of, but his interest has been caught anyway even without that chilly smell invading his nose. Slowly putting down his pen, he focuses on her. "Who... are you?"
Recognition flashes in her eyes, fast and bright as lightning, and he watches her carefully. From the second she stepped in front of his door, he knew who she was to him, although he didn't particularly care. Now, he's almost positive she knows that same in return. The average scenario, he's seen enough happen in Namimori again and again when soulmates have found each other, and it's a big production every time. It's never happened to him, of course, although the future did get him the closest he'd ever been to that camellia tea scent for all that he hadn't pursued it. Too many interesting battles to pursue, and it wouldn't have been interesting if he'd won the chase. Yet now...
Instead of becoming any more polite or subservient, however, the carnivore of a woman before him stays exactly as she is and he thinks he sees her eyes becoming even steelier. "I'm Suzuki Adelheid, a third year student from Shimon Middle School." Then, while he's still taking in her name- "From today, this reception room belongs to the Liquidation Committee."
"The Liquidation Committee?"
Instead of offering an explanation, her eyes narrow and her chin tilts up imperiously. "If you resist, I'll have to act accordingly."
What a brazen response; it has his fingers itching to take up his tonfas but not in an entirely bad way. On some level, of course, he's offended. This is his territory, and challengers will pry Namimori and its middle school from his bloody maw. Yet on the other hand... He's almost admiring of it. In her position, it's the exact same thing he would do:
Go in, stake a claim, eliminate anyone who doesn't understand their place.
The only difference between him and her is that he knows he has the power to warrant such behavior. He wonders if she does, too.
"The Liquidation Committee?" he presses again to the sound of his bird flitting around the room, refusing to stand up out of principle. There's always the option of forcing the answer out of her, but Kyoya prefers his fights without having to worry about that kind of thing. It feels better that way.
Likewise, Suzuki Adelheid doesn't change her positioning either. No tension, no yelling, no trying to loom over him although she very easily can. She's as relaxed and casually imposing as when she first stepped in. "Yes. From now on, the order of this school will will be protected not by the Disciplinary Committee of Namimori but by the Liquidation Committee of Shimon."
At least she understands there's an order to be upheld, even if it's a frozen chance in hell that he'll let his be replaced. But if she knows that, then- "Huh. Sounds interesting, but... In order for that to happen, you need the approval of all the committee members of this school."
The words have barely left his mouth before she's responding. "I've gotten approval already." From the pockets of her uniform, she pulls out some documents. One, held up simply, displays a list of signatures he can recognize even from his desk. The other... "By force." ...are a set of pictures, featuring various students he recognizes tied up and beaten within an inch of their lives.
Hibari grins.
"Wow," he says quietly, pushing himself up to his feet. That one word alone is probably the highest praise he knows how to give, but he doubts it matters to her. That's fine. "Looks like you wouldn't give up even if I rejected that proposal." From above, he feels his bird's weight press down and tiny talons nestle into his hair.
"Of course." Suzuki's only reaction is to raise an eyebrow at the bird, but she doesn't do anything besides. "I would use force to make you see my way."
It's been a long time since anyone has approached him like this before, trying to usurp him so abruptly and straight forwardly. Most of the time, it's nothing more than weak scavengers who try to snatch what they can- that gang of weaklings from last summer's festival comes to his mind. Even the only person who's ever come close to succeeding went about it subtly, a predator picking off weak targets in seclusion before Hibari confronted him. This is a proper challenge for the dominant position in this territory.
If nothing else, it's a nice change of pace.
Yet even as he makes a movement for his tonfa, there's a clearing of someone's throat from the doorway and the tension in the room is disrupted. Suzuki glances behind her before stepping aside, but Kyoya already knows who it is without needing to see him. Tetsuya's gaze flicks between the two of them, a question without words. "I apologize for interrupting, Chairman," he says, not giving voice to whatever other thoughts are lurking in his head.
Kyoya's mouth twists in an unhappy line across his face.... but it can't be helped. Tetsu is still dressed exactly to Disciplinary Committee standards, hasn't stepped into the room without invitation, and, when it all comes down to it, is doing his job as Kyoya's own personal right hand and shadow. He'd never interrupt Kyoya and a prospective fight without good reason. No one else knows the consequences of that better than Tetsu, too. Resisting the urge to lash out- there's nothing but his own things and the transfer student, and he wants their fight to be a proper one- he lowers his tonfa. "What is it?"
"It's almost time for a meeting with the principal about this year's cultural festival, and then lunch is right after that."
Right... In the excitement of meeting his soulmate and, more importantly, getting to fight her, he'd momentarily forgotten his own duties.
For all his annoyed reluctance, Suzuki seems to have no issues otherwise. “Since it seems like you’re preoccupied for today, I’ll take my leave. Tomorrow we’ll resume, so clear your schedule for then.” Twisting away, she exits with a click of her heels and carrying the scent of winter along with her.
Tetsu, obedient as usual, waits until the sound of her is a long ways away as is the smell of her, although Kyoya knows his right hand can’t sense it until he speaks. “Who was that, Chairman?”
Tonfa tucked away once more, Kyoya tugs his jacket over his shoulders. “Suzuki Adelheid, one of the transfer students. Tomorrow I’m going to bite her to death, so make sure nothing distracts me.” Pausing in the doorway, he glances upwards in thought. Normally he’d never bother telling anyone this sort of thing, because it’s inconsequential, but if it’s Tetsu… He looks to his right hand again, meeting that puzzled glance with a straightforward one of his own. “She’s one of my soulmates,” he adds before yawning and taking off again, leaving Tetsu sputtering in his wake.
Really, it takes much too long for Tetsu to get over himself and hurry after him. “Chairman, for that kind of thing-”
His words die in his throat at Kyoya’s witheringly unimpressed look. “I don’t care. Neither does she. We’re fighting.” His tone says that’s that.
Recognizing a steel wall when he sees one, Tetsu sighs with such force that his shoulders nearly droop out of their sockets. “I understand, Chairman. So… I take it that this means I should not inform your mother of this development.”
Kyoya freezes.
“Tetsu, don’t.”
“Chairman-”
“Do not tell her.”
“Hibari-san, I wasn’t-”
“She’d ruin it.”
“Kyoya-san, I have no intention of telling her. I swear.” Slowly, Tetsu makes placating gestures with his hands. “However, I think she would find out eventually, so…”
“No.” Kyoya’s face drops down into a scowl. “It’s my soulmate, and I’ll bite her to death all I want.”
With another resigned sigh, Tetsu nods. “As you wish, Chairman.”
Even with that acquiescence, Kyoya is in a bad mood for the entirety of his meeting with the principal. It doesn’t help that there’s no outlet for his aggression; Namimori Middle has been in a state of peace since he’d returned from his trip to the future. If the rest of the transfer students cause any trouble, it doesn’t reach his ears. The good thing is that, as usual, Tetsu is hyper aware of his mood especially since he was the cause of its current state. When he returns from his meeting, his favorite foods have been arranged for his lunch, and some of his aggravation eases up.
While he eats, he has his committee bring him information on the transfer students and casts his eye over the paperwork carefully. Along with Suzuki, there are six other students that have transferred along with her from the same school: Kozato Enma, Ooyama Rauji, Mizuno Kaoru, Aoba Koyo, Katou Julie, and… someone whose name has only been filled in as “Shittoppi-chan”.
All of them share the same previous school and, more interestingly, all of them share the same living address. Like a roaming pack that’s settled in new territory and is trying to establish dominance…
Now, the only question left is what kind of pack they are.
That gets answered the very next day.
If there’s anything to be said about Suzuki Adelheid, it’s that she wastes no time. The declaration of her intent is emblazoned in sharp white on black, billowing from his school, first thing in the morning. Nothing is holding him back this time; he blazes towards the stairs leading up to the school roof where he can smell frost clear as anything. Really, it’s a good choice. No one can easily interfere with them there, and yet there’s still plenty of room for the kind of fights he likes best.
Ultimately, the words they exchange are unimportant formalities. All of Kyoya’s focus is for Suzki Adelheid, even when spectators start to fill up the space of the roof. Inside him is a confidence that he can beat her that’s always there, no matter who he’s fighting, changing only on a scale of how easy it will be. However, as her metal fans slice through the air, he has to admit there’s an actual undeniable skill to her movements. It reminds him, very faintly, of Sawada Tsunayoshi’s way of fighting… Of almost his whole lot, actually. Their movements all have that rough unpolish to them of people who have had to train to fight with only themselves and experience as guidance.
It’s the same with Suzuki, all jagged grace and killing intent that refuses to be set aside. Unlike Sawada’s lot, it’s that last part which truly sets her aside: she’s sharpened all her edges with that resolution, never holding herself back.
In the end, it’s something that forces him to do the same.
A pity that the baby which hangs around Sawada so much interferes, and Kyoya supposes he can’t say he’s surprised when it comes to light that this latest group of fascinating people is also connected to him. Lately, it seems like all the interesting things in Kyoya’s life- the scent of tea, Mukuro Rokudo, strong enemies- all originate from Sawada. A discussion gets started up, but Kyoya is only half paying attention. What’s of more interest to him is the way the transfer students band together with the fight finished. Normally, he despises such displays. They’re the actions of herbivores unable to stand on their own, occasionally hoping to use others as a distraction for their own hide. Yet with the Shimon, there’s a purpose to their grouping, a well practiced pack behavior that he doesn’t miss.
Ooji, his sturdy massive frame in the back, acting as a barrier. Mizuno and Aoba to the sides, bodies held tall, clearly fit and ready for any action. Finally, there’s Suzuki herself, situating herself right besides the smallest member of their group: Kozato.
Yet even for all that their grouping is centered around Kozato, it's also centered strongly around Suzuki in a considerably different way. Sawada's group does it too, although both ways condensed around one person and, Kyoya suspects, without truly realizing that they're doing it. It's a desire to protect, along with a need to look to him for guidance as though he's the head of a pack. A year ago, Kyoya would have scoffed at the idea, but.. The small animal that is Sawada Tsunayoshi seems to have more to him than he would have first thought.
Kozato holds that same kind of apparent weakness, which only serves to draw out Kyoya's suspicion, and Suzuki holds the rest of the Shimon's attention in that same effortless way. His eyes flick to Shittoppi-chan, taking note of the independent way she holds herself separate along the school fencing, and something clicks in his mind.
They're a hyena pack: of deceivingly poor reputation but with jaws that will crack bone, impressive stamina in unimpressive frames, opportunistic eyes seeking out weakness... and incredibly matriarchal.
It's interesting to observe, which only makes it more annoying when one of the teachers bursts in through the door yelling at everyone and anyone. Fortunately, Kyoya himself can stalk off to leave some of Sawada's lot to take the brunt of it. Even as he's thinking about what orders he'll give to Tetsu to firmly discipline such a nuisance of an adult- maybe it's for the better that the baby interfered before things got heated- he's wondering what else can be learned about this group of transfer students.
After all... A carnivore like Suzuki won't be put off by such an interruption.