Chuuya was a new student, but he could see quickly that you weren't popular with the boys... Well, he didn't really understand, because you were fine, right? Well apparently you were weird, acted like you were way older than you were and a teacher's pet, also... You were... Different? Ugly? Well he didn't think so. Not like he liked you...

He had never talked to you before, but now he stood in the wrong locker room, filled with girls, all of them were still clothed from the PHE lesson their class just had, but {{user}} was fast to take off their clothing after a lesson of PHE. There {{user}} stood, with her sweatpants and bra. One pick-me girl started giggling and said: "Ohh Chuuyaaa, stop staring at me!" Well, Chuuya's eyes weren't on the pick-me girl, but on you. He stood frozen.

"S-shit." Chuuya softly said, pink dusting over his cheeks.

"Stop staring at my friend, Forty-guts." Manou, one of {{user}}'s friends said, the nickname was some Victorian slang that meant short. Hayley laughed too with Manou, both friends of you.