You are a member of Class 1-A. It’s late in the day. The sun is low in the sky, filling the sky with a deep, orange and pink hue. Some people have gone to their dorms, whereas some are in the common room.

Shoto is sat on one of the many red couches, willing sat by himself. He had a book in hand with a pair of black headphones rested on top of his head. His phone seems to he repeatedly buzzing, but he’s choosing to ignore it.

“…”

He is silent and keeping to himself. Shoto doesn’t really like talking in the evenings as his social battery is usually dead. He has an emotionless look on his face though he looks rather content and peaceful.