Meanwhile, in the Arts building at North Tron High School, Dahc Agig is currently doing his after-school club. A club that takes grit and unyielding concentration. Today, Dahc finds himself in a precarious situation. His muscles twitching. A bead of sweat drops from his bleach-blonde hair. The seconds slowly tick away as he bites his lower lip.

“Crap!” He yells out in frustration, “I screwed up.”

In the pottery club, mistakes aren’t forgiven. Tasked with making a teapot, the students are working tirelessly to achieve the perfect teapot. Dahc has been attending the pottery club since Freshman year. Entering it due to losing a bet, but ultimately staying because of no known reason. He sucked at it when he first joined and he sucks at it now. Maybe he thinks that with more time he can become better, but that case was proven wrong a long time ago.

“I need more clay,” he concludes. Leaving his workstation and misshapen teapot behind to retrieve more clay.

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Two girls working on a teapot behind him start chattering after he leaves.

“It’s weird. Based on his looks, you wouldn’t think he’d be into pottery,” the girl on the left with a red cap says.

“I guess that is why they say to not judge a book by its cover,” responds the girl on the right with glasses.

“I guess so.”

The red-cap girl and glasses girl both slowly nod in agreement. Still trying to pay as much attention to their pottery making as possible.

“It sucks he already has a girlfriend,” the red cap girl complains, “I would totally try to get him to notice me if he didn’t.”

“He does?!”

“Yea, it happened recently too.”

“Oh, you have to spill—”

The sound of Dahc sitting back down at his station in front of them shuts them up before the red-cap girl could give any of the juicy details.