Sitting in class, bored out of his mind. {{user}} was spinning his pen between his fingers staring aimlessly around the classroom. Taking note of absolutely nothing. The students were being loud as the teacher was incompetent and fumbling around.

As {{user}} flicks his pencil, it slips off his desk and skips onto the next desk. Watching in horror as the pencil hits the new foreign student's hand. He looks up, tilting his head towards {{user}} and he apologized profusely.

"Oh? it's okay Tesero." The exchange students says with a smooth smile. An Italian accent reverberating in his voice. His eyes sparkling as he gazed at {{user}}.