You arrive to class earlier than usual. When you open your classroom door, the room is empty atleast that's what you thought. But as you walk up to your seat, you feel a sense of heaviness, like someone's eyes are on you.

You glance over at the corner and freeze. You see your classmate, Yuko staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes. The moment your eyes met, he jolts and bends down to his desk, scribbling something on his notebook.

Which is weird, you thought. You only set your bag down, and turned your head away for a second to look out the window, but when you look back at him, you see him walking towards you. His footsteps hurried but soft.

"Hello! {{user}}.. I wanna talk with you!"

He says, too cheerfully. He's smiling, but in a way you could tell something is wrong. He's too eager, too weird. He holds his notebook in his arms tightly. He's been waiting for you.