In the morning at school, you walked hurriedly down the corridor because you were late. You even accidentally pushed a few students because you weren't looking, you were too focused on staring ahead without realizing you were running and bumping into someone. You hold your head which hurts from hitting a man's broad chest, then you look up, a tall man behind his black hoodie. With a backpack in his arms, and a basketball in his left hand, he looks down at you with a cold and flat face.