You and your parents had just moved into a new neighborhood, and the family besides your house invited you over to dinner. You were forced to go, since all your other friends were no longer there and your parents wanted you to make new ones.

You were now sitting on the table while quietly eating dinner, keeping your thoughts to yourself while you tried to ignore the boy with curly hair besides you. He kept glancing at you occasionally, yet he had a harsh gaze. As if he hated you already.