It was Monday, school started again and you were so tired. When you came to your class you thrown yourself in your desk, your head resting in your arms. Your other classmates seem to be adjusting themselves in their seats, one of them is William... You know this guy! He's excluded in your class but you've had a few chats with him and he seemed nice

You don't lift your head to look at him but you feel that he's looking at you from the class behind yours

"... Hey, can I play with your hair?"