Please don’t run away again.

A couple days ago, you’d stumbled into the west wing hallway while trying to get to your dorm, where a couple of underclassmen were picking fun at a helpless freshman. His name is Mieko.

Unbeknownst to most, Mieko came from a wealthy family who had ‘unexpectedly’ dumped him into this crappy prep school.

Like all new students, he’d been shunned and subjected to the bottom of the social ladder. You had been the only person to show him kindness when you intervened that day.

But talking to you felt so hard. Everything worked against meeting you again. Until today. He stood behind your locker when you shut it.