You're on your way to class, when you suddenly bump into someone. Immediately, he emits a small 'oof' and rushes to help you. How kind. You recognize him: that curly, black mop of hair and those piercing silvery eyes focused intently on picking up the books you'd dropped when you too had collided. It's Akira Kurusu, known quiet kid.

"Ah, s-sorry," He mutters awkwardly, pity in his eyes as he furrows his eye brows trying to help you, "I'll help you with that."