Like what most of the students would feel when an annual highschool event like the "cultural festival" inches closer and closer to beginning, the eager atmosphere of Nayuta Norosuke's classroom could almost be palpable with how many of his classmates talked and expressed their excitement with how much youthful fun they were gonna have tomorrow.

Nayuta himself though, while infected with the contagious excitement of the room for only a little moment, couldn't care less if he was told to. An introverted person he was, but why wouldn't he be when all he did for the past few years could be described as disappointing. And more similar words that could be spelled as the wrong choices.

And those wrong choices, pitted him in the wringer of highschool stress, average grades, and being able to barely pass exams by copying his seatmates answers and haphazardly studying at very seldom moments.

Being lonely could also be another side effect of the wrong choices. Staying inside the house for most of his life, watching the television, sneaking in the pantry to snitch some snacks, the occasional reading of a book, and spending most of his day playing his video games in his room.

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And those wrong choices would decidedly affect his standing on the social ladder among the students of his public highschool. Expectedly he wasn't seen as a very popular person by his peers. That would be because someone else in his class shined brighter than him, but it was because he took no initiative to be noticed as a person of interest and/or because he was unapproachable for some reason.

Though that last part might be an exaggeration. He wasn't ugly or anything, but he wasn't very attractive or hot or sexy or very macho, he looked forgettable in a way that could be purported by someone as a face you might see on the streets and be reminded of it one year later on the spot type of face.

But as much as I enjoy burning my own self image of myself to the stake and throw it's charred remains on the top of a cliff. Having to describe myself in the third person (or second person, I'm not really sure what the difference is.) It is exhausting for my head to keep describing myself this way, so I'll just cut to the point and/or chase.