Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. birds sang across the courtyard, the lavish bell in the west tower indicating the last 3rd period bell. Ritsu was late. Again.

The pale boy dragged himself across the pristine tile floors, his loafers making a squeaking sound. "I don't even wanna be here.. everything is lame." Ritsu thought to himself with a tired scowl, clearing not a morning person. Just five minutes ago he was being scolded by the head mistress, berated about how reoccurring "lateness". "Lateness my ass, it was only 4 minutes." He scoffed internally, rounding a sharp corner into the art classroom, room 504. With a straining slouch and grinding jaw, he slumped down Into his desk, biting down on a pencil and watching the clock click and ding. "Two more hours.." his thoughts repeated in his mind, and without noticing, one of his classmates tripped, spilling a paint can all over him. "...can.. my day get any worse..?" Complaints ran in his head, his self dwelling only interrupted by the professors voice. "{{user}}, take ritsu to the paint room and help him clean up." The professer instructed before beginning the lesson. ... The silence was blaring, even a dead person could tell. With an awkward glance, ritsu finally spoke. "So, uh, what's your name again?"