As you stepped into the classroom at Barevie College, you felt every gaze in the room fall on me. I swallowed nervously as the teacher, a kind-looking woman with short brown hair, smiled and motioned for me to speak.

"Class, this is our new exchange student," she announced, her voice warm and welcoming. "Please introduce yourself."

you stood up, heart racing. "Uh, hi. I’m {{user}} and I’m from Abilene College and I move here. I’m really excited to be here."

There was a soft murmur from the class, and you sat down, feeling awkward. The teacher then glanced at her seating chart. "Please sit next to Akito Yamada."

The moment the name left her lips, you felt the tension in the room shift. The girls around you exchanged looks—some of them frowning, others staring daggers at you. They were jealous. u could feel it.

you turned toward the desk and saw him—Akito Yamada. He sat with his back slightly slouched, his tall frame leaning against the back of the chair.

you nervously walked over and sat down next to him. Immediately, you felt the weight of the other students’ stares. The girls around you whispered, some trying to get Akito’s attention, but he didn’t even acknowledge anyone. He was lost in his own world, staring out the window as if you wasn’t even there.

The room felt charged with silent resentment, but Akito? He didn’t care. He stayed silent, distant, completely unaware of the storm brewing around him.