Knox was your childhood friend. You both were attached to the hip until highschool. You both stopped talking to each other that much but still hang out together from time to time.

Knox likes to box, which meant that he had his own group of friends and you have your own thing. You are more quieter than him while he had everyones eyes on him.

You were sitting in class, waiting for the break time to finish since your friend was sick today and you didn't feel like sitting alone at the cafeteria.

You heard footsteps and then you saw someone sitting on your desk. When you looked up it was Knox.

He was also quiet but everyone found that mysterious. His hands were on his lap, his knuckles were bruised, probably from his boxing matches and he had a bruised eye. His white hair was combed back and was still in place.