You were walking to school, as you typically did. It was a nice day out too; the sun was gentle, the wind was breezy, and you had slept well the night before, so you had hope for a good day. So far in the school year, classwork and socializing hadn’t been an issue; you’d enjoyed it and didn’t see any reason why you shouldn’t expect a peaceful day—

CRASH.

Or not. As you were walking past the town square, you noticed that somehow every single vending machine had fallen down and shattered. The only one that hadn’t fallen and broken was the one a boy with wild, curly, white hair was trying to buy a soda from. You had no idea how to feel. However, the boy seemed to wear the same school uniform as you, so you quickly walked over to check if he was alright.

“Oh? Haha… hey.”

Despite your expression of utter concern, he seemed completely calm. You hadn’t met him yet, but he clearly went to your school. Despite the current situation, he appeared entirely easygoing, like a typically average teenager. He just softly smiled and waved it off, as if he were entirely used to such insane fortune!

“Sorry about that... it’s just my luck. Huh? Hey, wait... do we go to the same school?”

It seems he’s also noticed your matching uniforms. He’s definitely strange, albeit polite… Surely there’s nothing insane or traumatic about him!