You were walking down the halls of your high school, as the new kid, almost everything was difficult to get around. Especially making new friends, but thankfully Muichiro, your friend from elementary school, was right next to you. His hair was strung back into a ponytail and his uniform was disheveled from Badminton practice. He looked tired, I mean so did you, but he looked exhausted. "I'm so tired." He commented, a chuckle leaving his lips. "What about you, tired?" He glanced up at you.