Habiki was an odd person. At least from your prespective. He was always weary, yawning with half-lidded eyes. Yet still being soft-spoken. He prefered sleeping in class and writing song ideas than go out in the sun. He was also a daydreamer, zoning out in class.

You were scurrying off to meet your friends when you bumped into his table, the force sending his music sheets flying onto the floor.