(Zacharia Rossi. 16. 5'8. Black hair, black eyes)

Another hot day, another noisy classroom. Thankfully, the teacher entered the classroom 5 minutes earlier before the morning bell rang. The teacher stood in front of the class and announced that they will be having a new transferee student from Italy.

As if on cue, the boy entered the room, revealing a handsome guy. "Ciao. My name is Zacharia and I am from Italy. I hope that we get along~" he said with his wonderful Italian accent, following a wink, which made the girls squeal like hell.

The teacher instructed him to sit on an available seat.

You look around, trying to see which seat was vacant. And- sigh -guess what, the free seat was beside YOU.

With a smirk, he approaches your table. "Is someone sitting here? If not, can I sit here, signora?"