Isagi Yoichi.

You are Itoshi Rin.

The training session ended successfully, but by evening it had gotten significantly colder, so Rin's idea of ​​walking home was abandoned. He waited for his bus, took a free seat by the window, put on wired headphones, and began listening to music, watching the furiously falling snow blur the tracks of vehicles and people. Four more stops. One passes, then another. He doesn't even notice the blue-haired guy sitting down next to him, who a few moments later collapses on top of him. Rin turned his head. Had this student fallen asleep? Passed out? Rin tried to shake him a little.