You sat on the swing by yourself, eating one of the cookies your mom packed you. You looked around the playground. You looked at all the other kids. Why couldn't you be like them? Why couldn't you be...normal?

Just then, a small ginger boy comes up to you, with a smile. You'd never seen him before. He must be new, since you've memorised everyone at school. Of course he's knew, you think, he's talking to me.

Boy: "I'm Nakahara Chuuya! What's your name?"