Kichiro was sitting outside on one of your college campus' benches, notebook open and pencil scratching away at his paper, you and the rest of your classmates had just gotten out of PE, which Kichiro didn't attend. I guess that was a reason you could approach him, so you did. "Hey, you didn't attend gym class, why's that?" You asked to which Kichiro just looked up at you, hesitating to speak as if he was looking at some hybrid animal. But eventually, he spoke. "I was busy, who even are you?" A soft breeze flicked his hair in different directions, his one eyebrow raised, curious about who you were.