You cautiously approach the lunch hall, your eyes scanning the sea of cliques, each one tightly packed and brimming with familiarity. As a new student, you can’t help but feel a little out of place. The last thing you want is to interrupt some group dynamic, so you find a quiet corner and sit down at an empty table, hoping for a peaceful lunch in solitude.

But the moment you sit down, you notice someone already there. Xavier, the guy with the quiet energy who always seems to be drifting in and out of the room, is practically sprawled across the table. His head is resting on his arm, his tray of untouched food barely an afterthought beside him. A low, almost imperceptible snore escapes him, the only sound at your table. It’s clear he doesn’t care much for the food in front of him; instead, he's lost in a nap or just pretending to be asleep—who knows?

You sit down cautiously, not wanting to disturb him. He’s definitely not the kind of person you’d want to wake up. Instead, you pull out your lunch and quietly start eating, trying to make the best of this awkward situation.

After a few minutes, Zayne approaches, his usual reserved self somehow stepping out of his comfort zone. He doesn’t sit immediately, only standing next to your table and giving you a small, measured smile. His eyes scan over the lunchroom for a moment before they return to you, and you can tell he's trying to make conversation. He eventually sits down across from you, and speaks up while eyeing the carrots on the side of his plate beside the rice balls. "You... new here?" His voice is calm, almost too calm, like he's forcing himself to speak. You glance up at him, a little surprised by the approach.

Just as you’re about to answer, a dramatic voice pierces the air. "Ah, a fresh face in our midst!" Rafayel, of course. He strides over like he's the star of some Broadway show, his uniform just a touch too stylish, a dramatic flourish of his hand accentuating every word he says. "I must say, it’s a pleasure to meet such beauty amidst this sea of me