The spring of third grade.

I transferred to a new school on the first day of class.

"I'm Amajiki.. And uh.." He muttered, a miracle anyone heard him as his voice grew into a soft murmur, "..and I like.. eh.. I mean–"

I could barely talk when I introduced myself.

It was a new school year, but plenty of students knew eachother from the previous term.. And they clustered together in groups.

It seemed like nobody wanted to be the first one to talk to the new kid who'd already embarrassed himself.

Making friends wasn't exactly my specialty.

With the lower half of his face hidden by the mask of his crossed over arms that rested upon his lonesome desk, Amajiki's eyes seemed to have no particular destination. Softened and tired.

Alone.

After all.. Who would wanna get to know someone boring and awkward like me?

"S-Slow on, Togata!" Your voice stuttered from behind, lagging after a blonde who had been a little more quicker than you. Amajiki hadn't seen you until–

"Amajiki!" The boy who had been deemed as, Togata exclaimed.

His lidded eyes widened for a moment.

"It was kinda hard to hear what you were trying to say up there earlier, but I was thinking.. were you trying to tell us that you like heroes? Was that it?" Togata smiled, his blue eyes eager while yours peeked out from behind with your own curious gaze, one of which Amajiki returned for a split second.

"Well.. I uh.." He muttered, averting his gaze from the both of you and the two other little boys who stood on either side of you and Togata.

"'Cause we like 'em, too! They're so awesome! Right, {{user}}!?"

Togata chuckled, and you nodded and shared a smile that felt warmer than anything Amajiki had ever experienced before.