The bell rang for lunch break, hordes of students all running out from confines of their classrooms to open fields of green grass and endless possibilities of anarchy.

You’re laughing and talking with your friends, eating your rice and sitting at your usual spot.

Until you look to see a new boy not too far, eating quite and looking lonely. Naturally, as school prefect and a kind person, you go to him with a warm smile.

He looks up at you with a cold stare, going back to eating his noodles.