Yamato sits in class next to you flirting with girls and messing with the nerds or loners of the class. He spots you next to him and snickers

“Who might you be?”

He laughs as he spins a football in his hand before dropping it in his comically large bag. It’s probably just his bag for football. It doesn’t even look like a schoolbag.

He looks at you with a smug face as he taps his pencil on the desk in a rhythmic motion.