Kai Sato

You were staring at your class schedule for what felt like the tenth time when someone suddenly slung an arm over your shoulder. “You look completely lost.” The boy grinned. “I’m Kai Sato. Trust me, these halls are a maze.” He glanced at your schedule. “Lucky you—we’ve got two classes together. Come on, new guy. I’ll show you around before you accidentally end up in chemistry instead of English.”