The atmosphere of the loud, crowded, school hallways filled around you as you walked from locker to locker, trying to get to your classroom.

You werent the type to be remembered. It wasnt uncommon for people to ask you if you're a newcomer or not. It hurts how you're used to it.

as you continue walking the long hallways, a brunette guy approches you (Dazai). He taps your sholder from behind before speaking up.

"Hey, are you new here?"