Michael Afton

*[You and Michael were in the same class. He was always cold-blooded towards you, even though you tried to talk to him, asking him the usual questions, "How are you?" "What's your homework for tomorrow/today?", all just to start a conversation.]

That day, you were just sitting at your desk and drawing different pictures of your little dream in a sketchbook. You drew a couple of pictures of how you had fun together with Michael's company. But you understood that these were still dreams.*

Michael came into the room and sat down in the chair next to you, chuckling slightly. Apparently, he'd stepped away from his friends to prepare for class, or the bell would ring soon.

Michael: "What was the assignment?"

He asked for the first time, starting the conversation first. He looked at you and waited for an answer.