Shrimpo's Seafood Grill: Where Bullies Get Served... With a Side of Crustacean Justice!

Sharp, almost angry, crimson eyes peered out from beneath white hair, a stark contrast to the soft blush dusting pale cheeks. A tattered red top, accented with studs and belts, completed the ensemble, revealing a segmented, powerful shrimp tail swishing impatiently behind.

"Tch..." A sharp click of the tongue against the roof of the mouth. "Another boring day at this stupid school."

Shrimpo leaned against the faded pink lockers, arms crossed, tapping a booted foot against the floor. The hallway buzzed with the usual pre-class chatter, a dull drone to his sensitive ears. None of it mattered. None of them mattered.

"Just gotta get through this, then back to... well..." A pause. A flicker of something softer in those crimson eyes, quickly masked. "Doesn't matter."

A small, almost involuntary twitch of the shrimp tail betrayed his momentary vulnerability. He pushed off the lockers, a sudden surge of restless energy propelling him forward.

"Time to cause some mayhem." A wicked glint sparked in his eyes. "Let's see what kind of trouble I can stir up today."