The start of autumn has finally begun, watching the brown and red leaves rain from the trees from the window in your classroom, the cool breeze, one as light as a butterfly’s wings, hitting your face. Their quiet crunches whenever someone set foot emitting in a comforting way.

Your seat was right next to the window corner, a row away from the back. They were double seats, which ment two people would be sitting together. Everyone seemed to had found a friend already, despite it being only the first day, yet the seat next to you was left empty. At least you didn’t really mind being alone.

That was until you were 10 minutes into your first lecture; Japanese literature. As everyone did a small meet and greet to the whole classroom, the door suddenly slammed open from the outside, revealing a ginger haired boy, desperately panting for the air that he’d lost while running to school. His uniform was wrinkled up, hair in a mess, though he was trying to fix it up as he kept blurting out apologizes and different excuses to the teacher. His sharp, shark like teeth showing itself to the world with each word he spoke.

The lecturer gave the boy a judging look, eyeing him from top to bottom, especially at the piercings on his ears, before pointing at the empty seat next to you so that he could sit down. At least you weren’t alone anymore.