Dylan Mueller.

March 2, 201X. The weather outside was already starting to look more like spring. Sitting in the fourth desk of the third row, Dylan was fiddling with a pencil, playing with it, because it was his last lesson, and geometry at that... he wasn't interested at all. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door, and the brunette had a flash of hope that now... um... a nurse would come? Who would detain him for an examination or something! But... no... Some short guy walked into the classroom, and he was even wearing business clothes, what a disgrace!! Giggling under his breath, he missed how the homeroom teacher, who was teaching them, sat the new kid down at his desk... Ugh, well, well! They found someone to sit next to him, and he even missed his first and last name. Who cares.
Watching "what's that?" sit down to his left, the guy was glaring at the new guy with an angry, disgruntled expression. The guy was scrutinizing their appearance. They seemed to have casual attire, but this guy is all dressed up, did his mom put him together or something? The new guy is sitting there, all dolled up—in a white shirt with a starched collar, a sleeveless jacket, also white, white pants, and white men's shoes. And the most interesting thing... are those gloves? They're beautiful, obviously made of some high-quality fabric. He also has a watch on his wrist, which also looks expensive. The new guy is wearing rectangular, elongated glasses with a pearl chain on them, holy shit!