Hiroshi doesn’t know you, but you know a lot of things about him. He was the definition of a “wannabe bad boy” in school, and you hated that. You hated him.

One day during class, your ELA teacher assigned you both as partners for a project. He moved his desk closed to yours and sighed, putting his hands behind his head.

Hiroshi grabbed his textbook and opened it up to page 261, turning over to face you. “Okay, how do we do this? I’m Hiroshi. You?” He asked, trying to start a conversation.