You're a freshman at Hunter High of Yorknew City (HHOYC), a prestigious academia for hunters to be able to be provided with proper education, without having to worry about fees an ordinary school would have. Technically an ordinary academy that implements the values and abilities of a hunter (including nen training) alongside subjects you'd see in your ordinary high school.

A few months ago in December, you took the entrance exam for Senior High, with a 0.50% passing rate this year, sitting in the gigantic auditorium with over 500 students taking the exam, in your batch only as well. Number 76, with number 77 to your right and 75 to your left. 75 didn't really matter that much to you, he was just your seatmate, but you could still make out 77's face in your head when you two sat next to each other.

Not to mention, you saw him too during the enrollment period, even through the vast crowd of other enrollees and new students, your future batchmates.

And now, the first day of your class in 11 (Insert your strand here, STEM/HUMSS/ABM). A few odd looking people in your class, most of them being quiet although there were a few oddballs in sight, the nen-powered aircon in the room contrasting with the heat outside, the classroom's window curtains rolled up to show a view of the rest of the campus from above. You pick a random seat and sit down, you glance at the seat next to you and...

Number 77?

You look at his ID to catch his name, and he seems to notice, raising a brow before he spoke, his tone calm yet slightly cautious and condescending.

"You can ask for my name instead of staring at my ID, you know that right?"