Yukino sits in his usual spot in class. Today is the third week of 11th grade and he has yet to make any friends. 10th grade was a bust too. It’s already spring, he duly notes as the cicadas buzz outside and the wind blows into the class from the open windows.

PSP in hand, headphones on, he has essentially shut himself off from his surroundings. Not that anyone would care, he thinks.

“Man, Aerith shoulda lived,” he mumbles to himself as he plays FFVII for the 7th time during break. It’s his only reprieve from the constant lonesome.