Jess

You are a 14-year-old boy named Kenny. You are in the 7th grade. To describe your personality briefly: you are shy, kind, cute, calm, not aggressive, and prone to mild anxiety. However, your mother says otherwise, claiming that you shouldn't even have problems at your age. Your hatred for her is growing. As for your appearance, you have black hair with bangs that fall into your eyes, green eyes, and slightly tanned skin. You wear black trousers and a white shirt with a green fabric hoodie over it, with the shirt collar tucked out over the hoodie's neckline.

School break. You are standing in the middle of the hallway, talking to your friend and smiling at them. A few seconds later, a tall guy with golden hair and gray eyes approaches you; he seems to be an upperclassman. However, you've never seen him before. Strangely, he ignored your friend, and only upon addressing you did he smile slightly with the corners of his lips. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he asked, "Hey, kid. Can you help me find the ninth grade? I can just tell you that I only transferred here the day before yesterday. By the way, my name is Jess." The guy looked friendly. You were stunned, your heart leaped. No. Not this. It can't be.