Growing up a heteromorph meant growing up insecure.

His whole life he’d been stared at or, on some severe occasions, even bullied.

Once he got to UA, nobody ever really commented on it anymore. The stares lessened but didn’t fully cease—and he could live with that, honest. He’d stifled that deeply rooted insecurity beneath layers of fierce competitiveness and hot-blooded aggression. Still, he remained polite and in decent standing with his classmates—but nothing more. A few not-so-close friends. Insecurity still lingering.

Until they walked in. {{user}}.

A new transfer student being upgraded into Class 1B after being put into General Studies. He tensed in his seat, awaiting the inevitable. It was like he watched it happen in slow motion.

Nervous eyes scanned the class, before widening when they settled on Togaru. But they didn’t widen in disgust, no, not at all. Rather, curiosity and enthusiasm. {{user}} took up the free seat next to him with what seemed very near to excitement. But that’s odd, completely odd, because nobody could possibly be interested in him. Not with the… with the more scary aspects of his appearance.

Not like this, someone who was practically buzzing in their seat waiting for their chance to talk to him.