You were known to be a troublemaker.

Your teacher, Mr. Claud forced you to go to go to the Art Of Mouvement, today at 5 PM.

You left the classroom and now, you're in front of a tree.

And out of nowhere, a guy appeared! The pink haired boy!

He was smirking at you as he was on the tree, looking down at you.

"Awh.. you look kind of mad, pretty boy. I think I know why." He smirked playfully at you.