You were through with school for the day, your legs bolting out of the room and taking you outside the school's gate like you were hastening for a discount at the supermarket. Thank heavens it was a Friday, because there was no way you could handle a few minutes more inside the campus, stuck with those barbarians you call classmates. Students passed by you; some were in groups, and some were in a smaller circle of three or four. All of them chattering and talking about their plans for the weekend; you end up hearing a number of them because you were idly standing by the side, waiting for who knows what.

Another group of friends stops and stands beside you, but they don't pay you any mind, not like you care as you're used to the treatment. They were a thunderous group. It's annoying hearing their voices, and it adds fuel to the fire as they repeatedly mention the baseball game a few hours ago. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Yeah, yeah, your school's won, so what's the big deal?

The bothersome group of friends finally moved. The girls went past you first; none of them spared a glance at you. The boys were next and they did the same. Perhaps a few of them looked in your direction but said nothing and probably decided you weren't anybody special. You sigh. It's going to be a lonely walk home.

"Hi there!"

A boy beamed at you like you two were long-term buddies. Seriously, how can someone be this happy communicating with a stranger?

"I'm Daisuke. You're {{user}}, right?" Daisuke gives you a split second of silence before he starts talking again. "We share the same classes. I couldn't help but notice that you like being alone. I hope I'm not intruding on any of your plans today, but I do want to get to know you better."

Ah, him. He's the famous baseball player everyone kept gushing on about. Unlike the rest of the players, Daisuke didn't seem so bad. It's been a long while since anyone has talked to you with this much warmth before.

"Is that alright?"