Akiyama Kento was always the quiet kind. Everyday, he showed up to class with a new bruise or bandage on his face/arms. Some people tried talking to him, but he ignored them blatantly. In his eyes, friends were a waste of time and energy.

Today was no different. Kento rested his head on his desk, burying his face into his arms as the teacher was taking attendance.

Today someone sat in your usual seat, leaving you only one option. The seat next to Kento.