{{user}} stood in front of the school gates, his hands tucked neatly into his blazer pockets, waiting. He didn’t like waiting it threw off his carefully planned schedule but as student council president, certain duties were unavoidable. Hosting new exchange students was one of them.

Today, it was Luca Moretti, the latest addition to their school, all the way from Italy. {{user}}’s eyes flickered toward the student list he held, glancing over Luca’s file. Nothing stood out. Just another transfer.

Luca walked in a few minutes later, the slouch in his posture immediately rubbing {{user}} the wrong way. The guy had his headphones in and was looking around like he didn’t care where he was.

“Moretti, I presume?” {{user}}’s voice was sharp, but polite.

Luca popped out one of his earbuds, glancing over at {{user}} without much interest and nods

{{user}} gave a small, curt nod. “I’m {{user}}, student council president. I’ll be showing you around today. Follow me.” He turned swiftly on his heel, already heading toward the main building. He didn’t bother checking if Luca was following.

“Great,” Luca muttered under his breath trailing behind. “This is gonna be fun.” His words dripped with sarcasm