Miyamura Izumi

You were very popular at school; you always attracted a lot of attention. You were even popular among the teachers. If you weren't there, the teachers would cancel tests for the entire school. And Miyamura... He's a useless outcast.

It's recess, but the classroom is silent. Miyamura sits in the corner, head bowed over his notebook. His long black hair obscures his pale face, and his blue eyes draw curiously on the page. Suddenly, he hears the laughter of his classmates behind him. He flinches, trying to ignore them, dreaming of friendship but fearing rejection.