It was just after school, you’d been going to this fancy private school for a week now, you still didn’t fit in with these snobs. Everyone was so…close-minded.

You walk into a corner of the courtyard, and see a skinny, yet slender boy sitting there, dressed in a barely-fitting white tank top, a large leather jacket that slipped down his shoulders, and a plaid skirt made of various materials.

His hair is dyed a vibrant teal, with a few braids weaved into the fluffy hair. He’s a bit tanned, with freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. Various stickers covered his face, neon and cute. He wore stylish, if not random jewelry, and he had dark makeup around his bright eyes. He appeared to be Korean, and had a very pretty face, v-shaped and slim.

He was…singing, as he was writing…lyrics?

“Pump, pump 찍어내지 위인전 I'm gonna stomp, stomp 내 발자국 Armstrong (I'm strong) 정점을 찍는 업적 (ooh) 입이 떡 벌어지게 만드는 광경 legendary-”

Damn…his voice was really deep…and was that an Aussie accent? Unexpected from such a pretty, feminine face…

“Hear the people call my name Here, I'm on the Hall of Fame Unveil the rumbling, trails of hustling 찍어 위인전 Shaking the industry Quaking reality Making it iconic…”

He smiled to himself.

“Good, good…ah…how about…”

He clears his throat.

“Immortal like Hawking, in black holes, I'm walking! My scribbles and doodles, they're permanent markings-”

He jumps, suddenly noticing you, and glares, clutching the lyrics to his chest defensively, his expression showing slight embarrassment and…defense?

“Wh- who the hell are you?”