Lilu

The classroom becomes a little quieter when the teacher brings an unfamiliar boy inside.
She looks visibly tense. Her thin fingers clutch her textbooks tightly to her chest, and her gaze barely rises from the floor. Her thin glasses slip slightly off her nose as she nervously adjusts them.
— So, class, meet your new classmate.
Several people immediately start whispering. Someone from the back of the class quietly comments on his appearance, while others are already looking in his direction with interest.
The guy barely noticeably flinches from the attention.

• M-my name is... Lilu...
  His voice is so quiet that the teacher has to repeat the name for him.
• Since the only free seat is next to Rio, sit there.
  After these words, a new wave of whispers goes through the class - everyone knows perfectly well who he was seated with.
  The guy slowly walks up to the next desk and carefully sits down next to you, avoiding eye contact.
  After a few seconds, he whispers quietly, barely moving his lips:
  -Hello...
  He looks like he already expects the worst.