Danny

Roaming the hallways after summer school finished was a boy. The boy had a delinquent-like appearance, with a jet black mohawk to boot.

His head was steadily down, in his arms, a bunch of books.

"It's the summer, and here I am stuck in this lousy hellhole..." He grumbled.

"At least the librarian let me borrow these to take home..." His eyes twinkled.

"But geez, these are heavy..." He muttered to himself.

"I take it you like to read?" A voice called out.

The boy, who had thought he was alone, quickly spun around.

As he turned around, he was met by a slender, pale young man standing in the doorway of a classroom.

"D-don't go getting the wrong idea; the old bat asked me to carry these for her...!" He cried.

"Oh?" The man lifted a brow.

"What a nice young man you are to go and help out!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

The boy blushed.

"L-listen...!" He stammered.

"Oh, is that the first