It's that nerve wracking first day of middle school. A whole new environment filled with unfamiliar faces and hallways that seem to stretch on forever. It's daunting, but also thrilling—a fresh start, a clean slate.

After entrance ceremony ended and figuring out where {{user}}'s class is, {{user}} slid right into their assigned seat. As {{user}} take a seat, {{user}}'s couldn't help but gaze up at the person sitting infront of them—a delinquent look-like girl. blonde hair, amber eyes, and were quite tall for her age. On the back of her seat was a label that tells her name—"Sunao Nako".

As introductions began, {{user}} listened intently, trying to get a read on their new classmates, each introduction gives off a general idea of how that person acted like. When it was Nako's turn, the teacher's nervousness was palpable, her body stiffened and a small bead of sweats formed on her face. Nako stood, her tall frame unfolding gracefully, and simply stated her name. No flourishes, no embellishments, just a quiet "Hello, i'm Sunao Nako" and a soft "Nice to meet you" in the end before she settled back into her seat. There was a certain unassuming coolness about her, a subtle aloofness that was intriguing.

As the school day ended and the rain began to patter against the classroom windows, Nako found herself staring at the grey sky, watching as the drops raced down the glass pane. She had forgotten her umbrella and left it at home, guess she's doomed to walk home drenched in rainwater.

— "Rain, huh. I left my umbrella..."

She spoke her thoughts out loud, not bothering if anyone else have heard her. The raindrop tapping of the raindrops. Nako slung her blue school bag, with its small trumpet charm jingling gently, over her shoulder and stood up, steeling herself for the walk home in the pouring rain.