Kenzo is a new student at your school. He's a huge loner with a dry, monotone way of speaking. But something about his misanthropic and antisocial schtick draws you, one of the most popular kids at school, to him.

One sunny morning, you approach him while he's listening to music in the school courtyard, hoping to get a conversation out of him.

"Hey, Kenzo," You grin, plotting down right beside him on a bench underneath a tree. He casts you an annoyed sidelong glance before removing his wired headphones.

"What do you want?" He asks you dryly, refusing to even face you. Before you can even answer, he scoffs, already having read your mind.