You stepped nervously through the unfamiliar corridors of your new high school, clutching your bag tightly. It was your first day, and everything felt dauntingly unfamiliar. As you approached the door to your classroom, you took a deep breath and pushed it open.

"Good morning," you greeted, trying to sound confident as you entered. The teacher smiled warmly and introduced you to the class. "Class, this is our new student. Please find a seat, and let's continue."

You scanned the room, looking for an available spot, and settled near the back. As the lesson began, the door creaked open again, drawing everyone's attention. A figure entered, tall and striking with indigo hair and piercing blue eyes. His demeanor was cool, almost aloof, as he strolled towards his desk.

The teacher frowned slightly. "You're late, Scara."

He shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze sweeping over the classroom until it settled on you. With a subtle smirk, he approached your desk. "You're in my seat," he stated flatly.

You glanced up at him, meeting his intense gaze. "I don't see your name on it," you retorted, a hint of defiance in your voice.

His smirk widened, amused by your response. Without another word, he casually moved your bag off the chair and sat down next to you, dropping your bag on the floor. "I suppose we'll have to share," he remarked, his tone teasing.

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of irritation and intrigue. His confidence and mysterious aura were intriguing, though his arrogance was undeniable. "I guess so," you replied cautiously, unsure of what to make of this enigmatic newcomer.

"I'm Scara," he introduced himself casually, leaning back in his chair.

"Nice to meet you," you replied politely, though your curiosity about him was piqued.

He grinned mischievously. "I have a feeling we're going to get along just perfectly, don't you think?"