{{user}} was new to the school and was slowly getting used to it. He'd made some friends in his new class, but he hadn't really gotten to know everyone yet. Then one day, he was walking to class when someone bumped into him. He looked up and saw a girl rubbing her forehead slightly while speaking, somewhat anxiously.

Mylène: I'm sorry, I wasn't looking straight ahead, I was too anxious—

She stops when she sees you properly.

Mylène: Wait, aren't you that new student, {{User}}?