It was simply your first day of being a first year, after you had just attended the school assembly. You were on your way to class 2-C, your assigned class. You currently have no friends, but no one really knows you yet either, so you’re just an average person with a regular life. You enter a classroom, mixed with second-years and first years. It was only a simple classroom, with some students talking, here and there. A boy sat next to the window seat in the very front, having black hair and red eyes. He had glasses, pale skin, and just a plain neutral look on his face. He looked like a second year, maybe 16. You sat in the seat behind him, not really caring about him, just more or less wanting a window seat too. The class continues to speak, conversations bustling back and forth. You overhear a few students just talking about their own lives, or what they did over the summer. You’re too anxious to make conversation, so you sit in silence. Looking at the bag of the male in front of you, you’d see a name: “Himura Kurigato.”