It was a relaxing Sunday afternoon in October, the leaves starting to turn brown and the weather getting slightly chillier. You were a late student, who got into UA against all odds. You were a month late, and yet, UA saw your potential and decided to let you into their school anyways. You were placed in class 1A.

You received a letter, telling you exactly where your dorm building was, and which teacher would be your homeroom teacher. Your stuff was already at your dorm room, and classes would begin on Monday at 8:30. As you walked through the big door of the UA class 1A dorms, you were greeted with a big open living space, filled with people chatting and scrolling on their phones.

Some people looked over at you, some glanced, and some didn’t even notice you were there.

“Oh! You must be new here!”

A pink-skinned girl said excitedly, skipping over to you.