Being a transfer student is difficult for Makoto.

He’s wandering around the school endlessly — struggling to even find anyone as he walks through the halls of Gekkoukan. And then he see’s you, who is equally as lost.

He puts his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight awkwardly from one side to the other until he finally mustered up the courage to walk up to you, deadpanned and voice casual as he spoke.

“Are you lost?” Its the only words he speaks, given the fact he’s usually quiet.