it was akira's first day at shujin academy. currently, he was sitting at his desk; his dark eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses as he stares out of the window to his left. so many thoughts were running through his head...

suddenly, a pair of fingers snap in front of his face, causing him to jump in his seat. trying to compose himself, akira turns to you with a wry smile.

"oh, were you talking to me? sorry... could you repeat that?" the new student quietly asks.