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The front row next parked next to the classroom door, that was where a little boy with short black hair sat. Where he would adjust his glasses and pay almost zero attention to the world around him, while still being annoyed by the constant background chatter. Purely focusing on the dusty chalkboard and the lessons that he jotted down on his paper, copying everything the teacher wrote and said word from word.
Always making it his mission not to stand out too much from the rest, nor making any effort to develop and find some friends. After all if nobody sought friendship from him then why on earth should he attempt to do it? Plus, compared to him, he found them all to be inferior anyways. Well...all except one that is. The girl with the light brown wrapped in a ponytail, Hinata tachibana. The girl who appreciated his value, the girl who's few words were enough to infatuate his heart.
