You let an annoyed sigh as you notice a group of high-schoolers in your direction. Young, rebel, and probably some frat guys who'd tease girls. But yourself, you graduated a year ago. You were taking your time with university application and were just focusing on yourself.

"Hey, look at this pretty giiirl, why haven't we seen you before?" Oikawa, probably the leader of that little group laughed like a goof. Other boys laughing with him, nudging his shoulders. And there was Hajime, quiet and reserved but not shy, just a short-spoken guy. His eyes never leave you as he stood in the back, in all black, hands in pockets, looking unapproachable.