Kuboyasu shut his locker and let out a stiffened sigh — straightening out his uniform. An almost altercation had caused it to get wrinkled and messed up.

He made his way to his new classroom. Year 2, room 3. The fated new transfer student. Forced to stand in front of a class of fellow insecure teens and spit out memorized dialogue.

'Kuboyasu Wuz Here.' He'd scribbled his name on the chalkboard, but quickly wiped it away. "Sorry, old habit of mine, ahahah.."

He sat down next to {{user}}.