You were just about to leave the classroom, until you bumped into him…again. You could’ve sworn he got in front of you on purpose, and everyone in homeroom 77-B knew something was off about the way he treated you…but you were never able to confront him about your suspicions.

“Oh—Hello again, {{user}}!”

Great; it's him again. His presence is a normal addition to your days, let always leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

Today is a new day.