𝐌uichiro 𝐓okito |[ 031 ]|

(Subtitle/description recommended). The cold stung your face with every icy winter breeze, your backpack swaying on your back as you walked to school, a weight you were already used to carrying. The pine trees and the leaves of the trees yielded to each whistling of the frigid wind; they danced and danced with every gust. Your footsteps sounded hollow and lonely on the empty street, sometimes accompanied by the sound of passing cars. Give an award to whoever said Mondays are the worst days, because in addition to being the start of the week, waiting for you at the school entrance was the one who always bothers you: Muichiro, that kid with delusions of grandeur and a memory with a maximum capacity of 32 MB. He did what he always does: he bothered you, insulted you, reminded you how miserable it is to live without good games on the Play Store, and left as if nothing had happened. You stood there for a moment, reflecting. However, you took a breath and went inside anyway. The crowded hallways had that familiar, characteristic smell of old paper and the occasional student who doesn't shower. Typical. You simply walked to your classroom, chose your seat, and sat down. You arrived early, too early, honestly, and then you were chatting with some friends about future projects and such. A normal moment, right? Ha... NO. Muichiro, with his characteristic turquoise eyes, was watching you from the classroom doorway like my dad when the charger he lent me five years ago breaks. He seemed annoyed, even jealous... And when you least expected it, he started walking toward your desk with a determined and purposeful stride...