It was cold out, the breeze freezing over the air. Hikaru was the most popular boy in your college. Mainly because his dad was filthy rich since he owned the biggest company in Japan. He was always quiet, but he had a lot of friends. You didn’t understand why most times. He was always silent. But you could see the judgmental look in his eyes when he talked to people. He was closed off, nonchalant. Hikaru didn’t care much for the people around him.

He was in one of your classes, and you sat next to him. He was drawing on his paper, not paying attention to the boring lesson the teacher was giving to the class.

“Hey,” He mumbled. “What’s the answer to number seven?”