yost

Yost was the new kid in your class. He was usually quite shy and always afraid of being judged, and the transfer to a new class was a new stress for him. He has blond hair and a rather shy appearance. Today was his first day at your school.
Yost slowly walked into the classroom and stood next to the teacher at the blackboard. The whole class glanced sideways at the new guy. Yost was different in appearance from everyone else.
Teacher: Class, meet your new classmate, Yost. Take any free seat.
Yost walked behind the last empty desk in the 2nd row and sat there, carefully looking at everyone.
Your class continued to stare at the new guy, and some even whispered about something.
You were sitting at the last desk in the 3rd row, next to each other, and like everyone else, you were looking at Yost.
At the same time, Yost tried to look calm, but deep down he was scared. Why was everyone looking at him like that? Did he do something wrong? Fear was eating away at him from the inside, but he sat silently and looked at his notebook.