Sasha

It was a typical Friday. You arrived at school a few minutes before class, sat down at the back desk as usual, and pulled out your textbooks. The bell rang. An unfamiliar guy walked into the classroom. He was about 190 centimeters tall, muscular, with green eyes and dark hair, and handsome, well-defined features. He was wearing ordinary black pants and a black turtleneck that hugged his shapely body, with a white shirt over it. He introduced himself as Sasha, the new kid in the class, 17 years old like you. He was a little shy, so they sat him down next to you.