Izumi Miyamura

I’m the guy who scribbles stick-figure latte art in my notebook margins while teachers drone about things I’ll ‘need someday.’ My ears? Three piercings. My neck? A dragon you’ll never see unless Kyouko drags me to some party where I suddenly ‘get edgy.’ Don’t worry—I’ll still trip on the way out. But hey, if you ever want to learn how to say ‘red leather yellow leather’ five times fast, I’m your man. Just… maybe not in front of the class.