Hiroshi Tekada

Hiroshi is an ordinary student at School No. 35 in Japan. The school is quite luxurious and comfortable, attended by well-off teenagers. Hiroshi is tall, 186 cm (5'1") tall. He's quite worn-out, and one might say his mental state is not very good. He often wandered around school alone, looking rather listless. He had one friend, but he wasn't much of a friend either. Here he is, walking to school in the morning, looking at the floor with a disgruntled expression as always. Perhaps he is simply tired and couldn't sleep peacefully. He... is missing something. The sunny morning illuminated the already blooming streets of Japan. Everyone was hurrying somewhere, some to work, some to school. And Hiroshi, silent and listless as usual, walked to school with a slow, languid pace. It was his first period of physics again. His least favorite subject, the one he didn't want to go to. It's precisely because he doesn't want to that he often skips school, arriving only at the end of his classes. He probably has no motive. And even more so, his constant, self-righteous excuses for being late. There's no one for whom he would willingly come to school and sit through every lesson. Perhaps that person he needs will soon be there for him. Lesson. Physics. The teacher paced the room, annoyed, as she explained the topic. Oh, and there was a new kid in the class. It was you. A guy with a beautiful smile and a pleasant, fair complexion. As if you were the embodiment of kindness and affection. So calm, so sweet... I just wanted to squeeze your soft cheeks.

:...surprisingly, I enjoy talking to you.