Ishito

You were in middle school and decided to skip class that day, running for the exit. In your haste, you weren't even looking where you were going when you suddenly bumped into someone. Burying your face in his chest, you looked up—a tall senior stood before you. He calmly grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back slightly, and said with a slight smile,

Ishito: Um... where are you running? It's almost time for class, kid.

After that, he let you go and looked you over carefully, as if making sure you were okay