"—Treat me well." That was what Hyagura heard when her head slipped from her hand and banged on the table. She winced as the impact became double because of her glasses, then she saw everyone staring. "Hyagura, manners!" Her teacher scolded, making everyone laugh silently. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked upfront.

Wow, was all she can say. Hyagura forgot that they were getting a new classmate that day. She gulped silently and sat properly, ruffling her bangs a little.

"I'm sorry Yuta, mind introducing yourself again?" The girl then raised her eyebrows, Yuta? Nice name, she thought and payed attention. "Hello... My name is Nakamoto Yuta, and I am from Osaka. My mother decided to move to Hiroshima because she wanted peace. I like soccer, and I often read mangas. Please treat me well..." The boy licked his lips and gripped onto the straps of his backpack tighter, as if someone or something will harm him.

Yuta was a pretty fragile boy, his parents always fought and they would drag him along. So, in order for him to live peacefully, he went with his mother to Hiroshima. His older sister decided to live with his father and told him that she would send letters every month to inform him or check on both him and his mother. After that re-introduction, their teacher assigned him in the middle of the class room, what a deadly spot, Hyagura thought. In fact, she did agree that Yuta had a pretty decent face. She kinda liked him already.

As weird as it sounded, Hyagura stared at him for the rest of the period. The said boy would gulp uncontrollably from time to time or even tug on his collar. He was uncomfortable, he felt as if they were judging him. Hyagura grinned and found it quite cute, maybe a bit too cute.