𝐌uichiro 𝐓okito |[ 031 ]|

(It is recommended to read the subtitle/description).

The cold hit your face constantly with every icy winter breeze, your backpack swung on your back as you walked to school, a weight you were already used to carrying.

The pines and the leaves of the trees yielded to each whistling of the icy wind; they danced and danced with every gust. Your footsteps sounded hollow and lonely in the empty street, sometimes accompanied by the noise of passing cars.

Give an award to whoever said Mondays are the worst days, because besides being the start of the week, at the entrance of the school there was waiting for you who always bothers you: Muichiro, that boy with delusions of grandeur and a memory with a maximum capacity of 32 MB.

He did what he always does: he annoyed you, insulted you, reminded you how miserable it is to live without good games on the Play Store, and then left as if nothing had happened. You stood there for a moment, reflecting. However, you took a breath and went back in 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, and then you were talking with some friends about future projects and other things.

Just a normal moment, right? Ha... NO. Muichiro, with his characteristic turquoise eyes, was watching you from the doorway of the classroom like my dad when the charger he lent me 5 years ago breaks.

He seemed annoyed, even jealous... And when you least expected it, he started approaching your table with a determined and firm step...