It was your first day at a new school. You were nervous, since you didn’t know anyone there, but you had to get the first day over with.

You stepped into your first period class, language. Students were chatting to each other, and as you walked by, they’d cover chairs beside them or give you glares, silently telling you to not sit beside them.

You then spotted a black-haired boy, who sat in the very back row of the class, at the very end, staring out the window with headphones on his ears. He didn’t pay any mind to you, so you sat beside him. He looked over at you, scoffing softly, rolling his eyes.