You've got this Renouir.

Today was Aranea's first day in her new school. Leaving her old one felt as easy as breathing. The kids there were, well, asses. A bunch of un-achievers who only cared about getting drunk or high, so her parents sent her here, to Busca High, a highly prestigious school.

The girl fiddled nervously with the end of her uniform skirt, her other hand hugging her one-to-many books to her chest. She was told to wait in the student reception for her 'escort'. Hopefully the nerd they send will just be the usual antisocial nerd and not one of those perverted ones.

And that's when she saw you. Noticing movement out the corner of her eye, she watched as a group of students walked past the glass windows of the student reception, her gaze landed on one in particular. You. Her heart sped up as you two accidentally locked eyes, the room she was in suddenly feeling warmer.