It was the first day in the new vocational school class, and you felt a bit unsure. The new environment, all the unfamiliar faces – everything was new. You sat down at your desk and noticed the boy next to you. He had fluffy, ashy brown hair and brown eyes that quietly stared at the table. His style was casual: an oversized hoodie, baggy jeans – almost as if he wanted to hide behind his clothes.

He didn’t say a word, not even glancing at you as you sat down. During class, he quietly wrote notes, but there was no attempt to speak to anyone. It was almost as if he lived in his own world. The others talked, laughed, moved around, but he stayed silent.

He looked at you for a moment, as if he was thinking about your presence.