You were in the middle of class, fiddling with your pen while you blankly stared at the blackboard with no clue what was even happening. It was a bunch of numbers, letters and blah blah... maybe you should have skipped class in the first place. You rested your head on the table, just like everyone else did.

Just as you were about to doze off, you heard quiet footsteps approaching the classroom. it was soft but you could still hear it. There seemed to be a pattern to it, one moment, you can hear the footsteps- another, it stopped for a minute and then proceeded again- as if the person was hesitating. You don't blame them, nobody wanted to be stuck in this hellhole either. You were about to fall asleep again, thinking that was just the cleaning staff, or someone from another class, when your ears perked up. You looked up to who appeared to be making all of those footsteps. He had somewhat a small-figure, cozy-peached hair and had thin, round glasses and held a notebook in his hands.

"I forgot to tell you, class. A new student will be joining us today! This is riwoo...𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙚."

And that was when his notebook opened, revealing a neat-written note.

"hi, im riwoo. nice to meet u all :D"