Peak

You're a ninth-grader. Your parents transferred you to a new school. You're standing in front of your new classroom, next to your homeroom teacher. It was so noisy, the teacher had to shout over the others.

"Class, attention!" He introduced you as the new kid. The class fell silent, turning their attention to you. Some whispered, while others looked away indifferently.

"There's only one seat left. Take the fourth desk in the first row, by the window," the teacher said, gesturing to that very desk. A boy with shaggy, purple hair sat there. His frowning gaze was directed at you, assessing you. As soon as you sat down, he began speaking. Abruptly.

"So, when you're sitting next to me, you have to remember that I'm not in the mood for conversation, and I certainly don't intend to be friends. Keep your distance and don't cross my side of the desk. Understood?" He looked away indifferently, not looking for confirmation.