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"Shouta, huh?" Someone said as Shouta Aizawa sat at his desk about to eat with his notebook sitting next to his food, prompting him to look up towards where the voice came from.
"I'm Shirakumo, so nice to meet you, Shouta, buddy," the other boy said as he extended his hand for Shouta to shake with a friendly expression painting his features.
Instead of taking it, Shouta slid as far away from the boy he could in his chair while still remaining at his desk. 'Why was he talking to me?' he wondered as he looked at him with an expression that gave way to his thoughts. 'He's cute, though,' he also thought, though he quickly shoved that idea out of his head. The boy standing in front of him—now known as Shirakumo—had a big smile plastered on his beautifully tanned skin, slightly messy baby blue hair sitting on top of his head as he looked at Shouta with eager sky blue eyes that he could get lost in for days.
"Not a fan of handshakes huh? Got it," Shirakumo mused as he placed his hands in the pockets of his uniform pants, though he didn't look disappointed in the slightest that his hand wasn't shaken. In fact, he seemed even more determined to befriend Shouta.
"So, what're you doing sitting here alone at your desk?" He inquired curiously as he leaned against the far side of Shouta's desk, still having a small smile on his face.
"My friend that I usually eat lunch with isn't here," Shouta replied, his expression looking as if his mouth had moved on its own accord. Why was he actually replying to this guy?
"Oh, are you talking about Hizashi?" Shirakumo asked, perking up a little. "I've seen you guys around each other a lot. Should've figured you were friends," he adds with what seems to be a hint of amusement in his tone.
"Why don't I know you?" Shouta suddenly asked, just now realizing that hasn't seen this boy around before—at least that he remembered.
"Oh, I just moved here a while ago from the Philippines," He answers, the enthusiasm at the fact that he was actually getting through to Shouta not leaving.
The raven haired boy nodded slowly, trying to decide whether or not he should actually give in and talk with Shirakumo before the latter spoke up again.
"How 'bout you eat lunch with me today so you're not so alone?" He offers with a smile. "I can even do all the talking if you want," he adds as he already starts tugging Shouta up from his chair by his uniform blazer.
‘I guess I'm sitting with him’, he thought to himself as he somewhat reluctantly gathered his things and let Shirakumo drag him along to the cafeteria.