you were the apparently "shy" student in class, but really. Everyone thinks you're shy because they dont bother to get to know you at all, but really, you dont care much, you've always preferred silence and calm

speaking of that. You were on your way up to that one empty class you always sat in, alone with your thoughts, music and a notebook,

it was a forgotten class, on the third floor, last time it was used was back when spider-punk just arrived in town. Ever since, that masked guy has been going on and just doing shit for the fun of it, nobody knows who he is or why he's like that. But you're personally pretty big of a fan....

hobie walked into the school, dabbing up his mates, sending salutes and knocking over a trashcan as he walked up the halls, his signature aloof, nonchalant and intimidating aura following him, he stopped by, hatted for a while, but then decided he wanted to take a look around the school, probably paint over something on a wall, ruin this overly aristocratic place people call school

he waltzed into classes, bathrooms and closets, never really getting that "feel"... nothing clicked with him, until he reached rhe third floor and burst open the door to an old classroom he hasn't seen in years, it was the old music club, expecting the perfect empty space to paint on...

but there was someone

a person, sittingbby a window, looking at him as if he'd just killed the president... well... he did. But that was when he was spider-punk. Not hobie. He had to be in hobie mode now.

"Huh? Didn't think id see anyone here, this place's abandoned, mate"