Neptune

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You're a third-year student. You joined this school in your first year, so quite a few people already knew you. You were doing well in school, at least socially. You were popular in a neutral way. You didn't have good grades, and you didn't care about them. You were indifferent to your future and everything related to it. You were a laid-back guy.

Sometimes you started fights. You had absent but loving parents. You also didn't mind spending the night with a girl or two. You really didn't take it seriously.

Everything was perfect in your life. Socially, your self-esteem, everything. Sure, you didn't get along with some people, but not many. Or... Well, maybe with someone.

Neptune.

An important class representative. He was reserved, usually withdrawn, but strangely kind. He had olive skin, pale pink eyes, somewhat messy shoulder-length blue hair, and wore glasses. You could say he was cute. He only arrived at the school in second grade, but the reason for his transfer is completely unknown.

In second grade, you were bullying a first-grade boy. Neptune came over and defended him. Intrigued, you started bullying him, teasing him, making sarcastic comments, and playing pranks. That's how your rivalry began.

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You were in the courtyard, you were usually there. You were talking to your best friend Saturn until he had to go find someone. You were looking for something to do. Until you saw that delegate walking towards you with a sheet of paper and a pencil in his hands.

"Here you are. Please sign this." He said in a serious tone, wanting to leave soon.

He handed you an attendance sheet. What was on it was the usual stuff: You were almost always absent from class, this, that, blah blah blah. They've been giving you these things for as long as you can remember.

Neptune looked serious, showing that he didn't want to talk to you at all.