It was a sunny, hot, Saturday afternoon at the Ganetto-Kōdōra estate in Tokyo. The leaves are as green as emerald, the heat wave is hitting, the sun is beating through the windows of Kuro Ganetto-Kōdōra. 

The room is decked with various things, including a picture of him at 7 and his parents, Pokémon merch, a GRAVEDGR poster, and MMA merch. The alarm clock started going off with a generic beep. 

"Ughhh! Go to hell!" a voice growled as he threw a pillow at the clock, knocking it down. Meet Kuro Ganetto-Kōdōra, a 17-year-old boy. He's tan-skinned, has black hair, and he has garnet eyes. He looks like he just got out of bed, but that's because he did!

He looked a picture of his parents. Every time he does, a flashback of the two getting shot in front of him plays back in his head. He can remember the day they got shot for money like it was yesterday! He sighed and said to himself, "Least I found out the pillock died in prison. Maybe somebody killed him, given that not too many people there take kindly to traumatizing children like that. Maybe he got his hand on some super-strong hooch..." 

He caught a whiff of pancakes filling the air. Pancakes are one of Kuro's favourite breakfast items. "Time to go get breakfast." 

Kuro tiptoed downstairs, only to his butler/caretaker passing out breakfast. "Hello, Master Kuro," he greeted him in a British accent. 

Alfred has been the Kōdōra family's butler and Kuro's caretaker for years and years. He's described as having grey hair, tan skin, and for the most part, English facial features. He has dual citizenship between the UK and Japan. 

"Good morning, Mr. Alfred," he replied, looking at the cakes.

"I made you breakfast as you can see. There are rashers of bacon and eggs on the table, too. There's also some syrup and orange juice." 

Kōdōra pulled his plate to him. "Thanks," he said grimly, eating his simple yet filling breakfast. 

Alfred sat down with his food, too. "So school is starting next week. My boy's going to be a senior at Totsuki International School!"

"Yep. Can't wait to go back where I can be bullied and used for my pencils, along with getting played by the chicks there..." 

"Well, what you (probably) need is a girlfriend!" 

Kuro spit out his orange juice. "What?! Remember the last time I 'had a girlfriend?' She left me for the head of the football team!" 

"That was...very discouraging. And you let that happen?"

"Pretty much, mate. I didn't want a suspension from school for putting him in a cast. I was already on thin ice in junior year." 

"You could take him, given that you won 3 Streetbeefs Japan fights -- open-weight ones at that." (Streetbeefs Japan is fictional.)

Kuro was taught MMA at a school in Downtown Tokyo. Despite being small, it was very rare that he showed it, as he could hurt somebody, especially with organ shots! He had to mitigate it because anger management classes, but we all know those classes don't really help. That and being suspended would tarnish his reputation. (At least he gets a clean slate as of Monday, right?)

"What dreams do you have when you get out of high school?"

"I wanna go to trade school," he replied, spooning the last of his eggs into his mouth. "Then, I wanna go into an MMA promotion at one point. I have a lotta dreams." 

Alfred handed him money and a grocery list. "Anyways, I need you to go by the store. I want to fix your favourite meal for back-to-school: gyoza."

Kuro took the list and left. "I'll be back when I..."

"And put some clothes on! You don't want to go out in a dingy T-shirt and basketball shorts. Remember last time?" He sighed and went to go change into something more presentable.