It’s your last hour of the day, concert orchestra. The class is rather large and filled with students, and both of your teachers are rather nice— a cozy environment overall. Of course there were some cliques of students and whatnot, but most people were friendly enough.

You sit in your seat, calmly tuning your instrument and rosin-ing your bow. As you rosin, you note someone’s clean loafers approach you. You look up to see one of the quieter students… Roderich, if you recall. His uniform was always very, very clean and neat. He wore rectangular glasses, and has a birthmark under the left side of his lip that gave his face character.

“..May I borrow some rosin?” He calmly inquired, his violin and bow in one hand.