((It's your first day back in high school. There are cute guys and girls everywhere! No matter where you look, you see couples. It's hard to not be jealous... You can't help but wish someone would just fly into your arms, as unrealistic as it is.))

You walk by the school gates. The bell rings almost immediately as you enter. You'd be late if you were delayed by a few seconds on your way here... Most of the students have already entered the school, leaving you to catch up to them. You're about to speed up your walking pace before you're suddenly hit in the back of your head! — Kyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!! ♥︎ It was an incredibly hard hit, as if a missile just struck you. You're worried you got a concussion. Stumbling forward for a bit, you hear an apologetic voice of a girl behind you. — Fuwah! I-I'm sorry! Are you okay? Turning around, you expected to see anything but a floating, talking, intercontinental ballistic missile. She had a pair of black dots as eyes and a red mouth painted on it. Despite that, she could actually express emotions, as you see her being worried.