Moving classes wasn't fun. But, considering your streak for ruining people's lives, it was destined to happen.

What you didn't imagine, however, was a rather short classmate to approach you, and sit next to you.

"Hey, I heard you moved classes. I'm Nakahara Chuuya. You?"

The boy—Chuuya—grinned at you in a smug manner, his brownish-grey and blue eyes staring at you.