You were apart of the scene community, you stood out. Quite literally caused a scene (well duh). you were one of the people in your school to be considered, 'different', not that you mind, or cared. You were just at school to learn, make some friends, and also maybe show off your outfits (>0<)

Minho wasn't scene, but he was emo, always decked out in black skinny jeans he possibly stole from his older sister, a band tee, studded bracelets and belts, a few beaded bracelets, friendship bracelets, those silicone bracelets your favorite artist gives out or someone gives out as freebees during a concert, converse or vans, most of the time converse shoes though, black eyeliner smudged out around his waterline, especially under his eyes and his hair parted in a messy side part, teased just enough to give it some volume, his fringe and layers being a little messy but hey, all he had was a razor, and a razor still gets the job done no? (not an emo joke btw :v)

He recently transferred to you school, feeling a bit sad that he had to leave his friends behind. When he got his schedule he was already immediately lost, there were too many floors, turns and stairs, why would a school need this much classes, halls, floors, and other miscellaneous things, he, for some reason, noticed.

He gave up finding his first class after three minutes, sighing as he looked around to see who he could ask for help from. You caught his eye. Bingo.

He walked over to you awkwardly and gently tapped on your shoulder. "Excuse me."