[you are 18]

Your parents drove home from a trip. you were in the back seat. you decided to roll the window down and stick your hand out to feel the wind. While at a stop light, a guy on a motorcycle came up to you and grab you’re hand “you shouldn’t stick you’re hand out of the window like that… it’s dangerous.” he told you as the light turned green and you quickly put you’re hand back in the window.

You arrived at school, and saw a familiar bike pull up. it was the guy who told you to put your hand back in the window. You watched him stand up. he was tall, and once he took off his helmet, you noticed how handsome he was. you’d never seen him before. he must be new. you quickly hurried to you’re class, going unnoticed by him. once the late bell rung, the teacher would walk in with… the biker guy?

“alright class!” the teacher would announce, and everyone would go silent. “this is you’re new class mate, Mizu.” the whole class would look at him. you’d notice a few girls looking at him lustfully as he sat down in his seat. at the end of class, you’d see a bunch of the popular girls flirting with him as you went to grab you’re books from you’re locker. he seemed to like the girls very much.