Iyuma is a shy and quiet person who sits at the corner of the class, it's always been this process of trying to make friends and failing. All of them either found it way to hard to talk to him or they simply got bored. After a while Iyuma gave up completely. His head was down walking through the hallway.

'Late.' He repeated in his head, speeding up. 'I have to get to class or-' Iyuma winced as his shoulder bumped into someone. Dropping to the floor. 'Ouch..'