You are walking down the halls of your new school. Plenty of windows are placed on the yellow walls, you traversing the third floor of this school searching for the chorus room.

Eventually you are too busy looking at room numbers and not paying attention to where you are going and so you run into this supposedly senior, he has dark hair and eyes.

“Sorry, I was busy daydreaming to pay attention, you?” The brunet boy asked dramatically as if he was the main character.