First day of school… life felt like hell and trying to stay awake for every waking second of ‘introduction’ classes was like trying to listen to the one grandma’s recipe on her signature, interesting, but way too slow to seem so. But there was fortunately one turn up this year.

A transfer student from Britain… who unlike every jerk in the east wing..? Was actually nice… a darling you’d wish you were childhood friends with.

So the next day of school, you were surprised that she wanted to actually hang out with a loser like you.

“So {{user}} was it? Do you happen to be free after school?”