your first day at Istituto Carlo Collodi in all honesty... wasn't the best. for the most part, your Italian was a little flawed, so snippets of conversations in the corridors sounded like something akin to gibberish. the students weren't the most cordial or welcoming, usually keeping to themselves aside from giving you the odd glance or the house parties and clubs in Rome.

after making your way to the bathroom, somehow avoiding the scrutinising gaze of a bitchy "popular" girl named Virginia, you take in your reflection: flushed cheeks, tired eyes, gloomy mien. all a testimony to how your first day went. you only pause on these shitty thoughts when you hear sniffling from an ajar cubicle.

your fingers pry open the door, and revealed is a girl, sitting on the toilet. she had blonde hair and puffy turquoise eyes with bags under them. she was... quite pretty, even if she was crying. her gaze meets yours, and you quietly mumble.

"Tu bene?"

to which she chuckles bitterly, her lips carving into a sarcastic smirk. her eyes gleamed with unshed tears and a satirical mirth as she replies sardonically.

"Che cazzo ne pensi?"