It was the beginning of the school year and your homeroom teacher allowed you all to pick your seats in class. You panicked as everyone seemed to get paired up with others. You sat at the back of the class by the windowsill; no one wanted to sit with you.

As the teacher began to teach, out came a latecomer.

“You’re late, Ayato.” The teacher said, glaring at the white haired individual.

Ayato could care less, but he did say “My bad.” before sitting next to you.