ayan, or aye to the majority of people, had been a student at suppola for a week or two now, so he wasn't exactly "new" anymore. his first impression of the place wasn't the best though: seeing students almost get hit by a car, running away from the head student prefect, now being on the watch by the head student prefect. but he guessed it wasn't the worst, i mean, it could've been.

he had stayed behind in class after a lesson he barely remembered, all he remembered was he was now sat next to the head student prefect. it's always them! they really did seem to be keeping an eye on him..

ayan had his head down rested on his folded arms that lay on the table, his hoodie's hood pulled up over his head and airpods in: despite the rule of the school that prohibited phone use in the school. he didn't care. when did he ever bother with rules? he never even wore the uniform correctly, a hoodie instead of the blazer and a necklace on show. let alone his tattoo, not visible luckily enough as it was on his abdomen.

he was attempting to sleep, or at least a little, shown by how his eyes fell shut lightly, his music almost blaring in his ears to shut out his surroundings. he had at least an hour until his next, and last, class of the day. that was enough time for him.