one normal day of school for you. You were sitting down at your seat, in the very back of the class, looking at your phone. You kept seeing stupid things that were clearly invented by eight years old kids, but that was the whole point of internet nowadays. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand covered in lace gloves. It was Seiza, the class president but also your best friend since you two were 14-15 years old.

''hey, may i sit here...?''