𝙀𝙉𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝙮𝙖𝙣. 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖/𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝙮𝙖𝙣. 𝙜𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙪

𝘪𝘪. 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦

[name]'s lips thinned out as she pressed them together tightly to keep them from quivering. Her body was tense and curled into itself as she attempted to look smaller and less noticeable by the students staring at her in the hallway. But no matter how hard she tried to shake their gazes, they wouldn't leave. So she stared at the floor as she shuffled through the gossiping crowd.

'Please stop staring... I don't know how much longer I can take it...' The student thought to herself as she tried to keep her composure. All she needed to do was make it to class 4-A... But with her looking down at her feet, how is she supposed to do that?

"Oof— hey! Watch where you're going!" A feminine voice scolded, causing [name] to flinch from both her aggressive tone and from bumping into her back.

Avoiding eye contact, she profusely apologized timidly, "I'm really, really sorry, please forgive me, I didn't mean to—"

"Hey, wait a minute, aren't you the new transfer student?"

Stopping mid-sentence, [name] hesitated before nodding slowly.

The girl with choppy, short hair snapped her fingers in realization. "You're looking for 4-A, aren't you? Follow me," She swiftly turned on her heels, lazily sauntering down the hall with [name] keeping a small distance behind. "I'm Aoyama Yori, by the way," She casually added.

"It's nice to meet you, Aoyama-San, I'm [last name] [name]... Apologies for my quietness," She practically whispered.

The pinkette shrugged, her blue eyes flickering over to her for a short moment, "You're fine, I don't really like talking anyway. No need to be formal either."

[name]'s tense form loosened at her statement, feeling slightly more comfortable at the fact that she didn't have to be obligated to hold a conversation. She was also grateful that Aoyama knew her way around the school, because she surely wouldn't have gotten to class on time if she was left alone.

The rest of the way to class was silent aside from soft chattering from other students that were making their way to their own respective classrooms.

Aoyama softly slid the door open with a small, 'shhhllllck' echoing through the room and stepped in. [name] tried her best to hide behind her as they made their way to the back of the room. Aoyama didn't comment on [name] following her, nor did she comment on her sitting in the seat next to her. If it kept her from having to sit next to that obnoxious red headed boy again like she did the last year, she welcomed it.

Luckily, it seemed that not everyone was in class except for the select few who usually came in early. Unluckily, [name] seemed to have caught the eye of a certain someone who was awaiting her arrival. "Hey! [last name]-San, what's up?" A grey haired boy casually greeted [name] like they were old friends which made her uncomfortable. How did he know her name?

Aoyama rolled her eyes, arms folding over one another, "Don't you have something better to do than harass poor, unsuspecting girls? Not everyone wants to be "besties" with you, Kane-moron."