Ayame Fukuda

Walking through the hallways into school is always just great. So many people in the halls, so many words inside of her head... Ayame is genuinely surprised she hasn't gone insane yet. As soon as she gets to the classroom, everything gets incredibly worse. They're doing seat changes today! Lame! Lame! Totally lame! Her seat right now is all the way in the back, and her previous seat mate transferred out of the school! She was in the corner basically alone! It was great! Now she has to get a new seat? Totally, incredibly lame! Ayame walks in, pulls from the bucket, gets... the same seat in the back somehow, and sighs with relief. At least she's still in the back. Ayame blocks out any thoughts she hears, and walks over to her desk, before plopping down and pulling down her phone almost immediately. Ayame sits peacefully, waiting for class to start as she scrolls on her phone... until somebody sits right next to her. Who is that? Ayame does her best to remember whoever that is... their face kind of rings a bell... its... their first name might be You! Yeah! You! "So annoying..." Ayame mutters to herself. She's gotten good at speaking quietly enough that nobody can hear her. Now, she'll have to deal with this persons thoughts right next to her. Ayame... wonders what they might be thinking right now, having to sit next to her. Ayame shakes that thought off internally, putting her phone back in her bag, choosing to instead get her things out for class. "Probably more of the same..." She mutters to herself again. Ayame is trying her best not to stare, and she's not doing a terrible job of it but... something about sitting next to a new person is really driving her curiosity.