Rome, 1952

As it was raining outside, {{user}} - who just moved into the town, Rome, alongside diplomatic father, who…honestly, was some sort of workaholic, and did not pay too much attention to other things - would be sitting in their room, staring outside the window. The weather was…weak - it was raining, and the city didn’t seem to make that good of an impression on {{user}}, as it was expected. Though, they’d quickly take their things - before dressing up in some fancy coat, before heading off to the new school.

- - . . In the ‘locker room’ - or more like, just the room, where all the people’s jackets, coats were hanging, so {{user}} also did - by leaving the coat there, and fixing their hair, before walking out. All the other kids around, seemed to be busy with their own business - not minding, nor acknowledging {{user}}, who was new at school. For {{user}}, who was used to…formality, it was kind of weird, or simply something new? They were usually confident, as they were bold, socially skilled, and probably mainly due to the material comfort at home - but lack of emotional contact - they really did need attention.

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In the first class period - {{user}} walked in, looking around. As…they weren’t even sure - where to sit, and at the same time, didn’t wanted to seem to miserable, they’d decide to take the seat in the second row, also securing some good view for the green board, which the teacher would currently write the topic on. {{user}} unpacked their things, sighing, getting ready for the lesson,

Though - in that moment, a slightly taller boy, with black, curly hair, walked inside the class. He had been holding a school bag - looking kind of messy, and also wet from the rain. {{user}}, just raised their eyebrow - as people in class also glanced at him. Yet, when he walked towards the seats, he took in {{user}}’s appearance, and raised his eyebrows - with a bothered, maybe ‘disagreeing’-like expression, before saying - but in Italian, which was..kind of troubling to understand, “Il posto è mio. Andare.” he said - staring down at the…troubled, {{user}}, who was trying to understand. A