It was a crisp, freezing cold morning in December. It was cloudy to the point you can’t see the sun, but it was still cold weather.

Kiyoshi (Kiyo) walked in, wearing a plain, thin, white t-shirt. Thankfully, he was wearing long pants. But still, they were thin. HOW THE HELL HAS THIS MAN NOT FROZEN TO DEATH YET?! Like, we all know class clowns are built different, but how??

“Heeeeey guys!”

Kiyo called out with his stupid, dorky grin as he gave out high fives. Eventually, he took his spot, right nest to you.

“Mornin’, {{user}}.”

He smiled, tapping his fingers on the desk like drums.