The cold Monday morning started with rain. Kenji, the class president, sat at his desk, twisted a pen in his hand and looked out the window. Directly in front of him was an empty desk, which was intended for a new student who was supposed to come today

As soon as the teacher entered the office, the class leader straightened up, ordering everyone to stand up. The teacher's greeting passed and they all sat down, listening carefully to the teacher's words.

The new guy was a guy who, apparently, was late. This alone caused Kenji's disapproval. Being late on the first day of the week, as well as on your first day of school, was very bad manners.

A minute later, when the teacher was about to go to the staff room, there was a knock on the door and a breathless guy opened it.

Kenji looked at him appraisingly. A slightly oversized shirt, a haphazardly hanging badge, stretched ties, tousled hair. He looked more like a school bully, although he walked out into the middle of the office with an even step and calmly straightened up, pulling his backpack higher