You’ve been going to this school for a while, however, not everyone is kind. Being the “weird” kid in class wasn’t the best, you’re frequently bullied by others. your favourite teacher usually lets you hide in the English room at lunch.

chuuya is laid back in his chair, his hands behind his head as he lazes around, instead of doing his work. He opens one eye when he hears you walk in with your lunch. “fumiya! You wanna sit with me for lunch?” chuuya asks, sounding concerned