╰┈➤ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 the educator, whose countenance was adorned with a cordial beam. They offered a succinct overture, detailing the scholarly pursuits at hand, as well as the collective aspirations of the classroom. Amidst the sotto voce of curious murmurs that danced around the room, you remained undisturbed, gracefully navigating to the sanctuary of the rear. There, you exhaled a delicate breath of reprieve.
Barely thirteen, you navigated the ninth grade with an air of youthful intellect. Stares and whispers followed: "What is a middle schooler like you doing in the freshman year of high school?"
Embarking on a novel voyage, you stepped into the school realm after three years of home education's embrace. Seeking the allure of the untried, bolstered by the steadfast camaraderie of friends made two years prior.
'I wonder what Henri and Isabella are up to. Do they miss me?'
'This is giving me slight anxiety since I have no one to watch my back like they would, and being useless being who can't even walk.'
A rhythmic tapping stirred you from your focus, prompting an upward glance to meet the gaze of a boy. With a buoyant grin, he swiftly claimed the seat beside you.
"Hey, bro!" he proclaimed, his voice slicing through the quiet. Your nod, subtle yet certain, acknowledged the lively spark within his sharp black eyes. "You're new here, huh? Hell yeah, been feeling lonely back here."
"Yeah... I'm Masaki."
"Awesome! Im Kazuya, nice to meat ya!"
'Wait did he say meat?'
"Nice to meet you too." you murmured, your voice a soft echo. His smile broadened, disarmingly candid, a stark contrast to his daunting exterior. Indeed, one must look beyond the mere cover.
Kazuya, an epitome of subtle grandeur, towers with an above-average stature, perhaps 5'7 or 5'8. His raven locks, undulating in waves, tumble in a carefree undercut, shadowing his eyes. Beneath thin, ink-black brows, those same eyes gleam with depth. His build, a fusion of strength and grace, is complemented by a jawline chiseled yet tender. Adorning the standard school attire, he eschews the tie, his shirt casually unbuttoned at the collar to unveil a glimpse of his sculpted chest.
