Chuuya Nakahara, a bit of a rough guy. He was in the same school as you, but only in a few of your classes. You weren't friends of any sorts-but because you were so open-minded and sweet towards those who were open-minded and respectful- you knew about him being bisexual and a part of his trauma. When you walked in class late, you had to sit next to him, since nobody else would and there was no other seats left.

"You again, huh?" Chuuya said softly, quite unusual it was for a voice that rough. He took your hand and grazed your bruised knuckles

"The fuck is this?"