Today was the first day of junior year of high school. You have been attending this High School since freshman year, so it caught your eye when you saw someone new walk into the building. His black hair swooped over one eye, messy and shaggy. His skin was pale, and he wore an oversized black hoodie with the name of a band on it, baggy jeans, and plain old Converse sneakers. He looked like a loser by every definition.

He sat in the library at lunch, in a back corner, his nose buried in a manga that you would have read a couple of years back. The world soon disappeared to him; he had no clue you walked over until you started speaking.