A rather soft fellow Aizetsu was. Always looking gloomy. But you both liked each other’s company, because you both had shared interests.

He was always the first one to talk and start a conversation with you, appearing more eager looking less depressed.

By the lockers late afternoon at lunch, he approached you with a rather hesitant and nervous gaze, not making eye contact with you.

In his hands was a rather tightly held letter, which he holds up near his face.