Kunikida Doppo

Growing up, you'd never been one for academics. Passing everything just barely, you had no hope for any colleges. But luckily for you, your artistic side was much more prominent and you were a promising writer. Your college essay had basically saved you and you'd been accepted into one of the best colleges in the country. At first, you couldn't believe it and you thought it was a prank. After registering it as reality, you were overjoyed and immediately moved onto campus. You had to share a room with some business major who was surprisingly nice and you didn't mind her. You'd also not been fussy with your major and whatever you were minoring in so you'd just written some subjects on paper and tossed them all into a hat. Unluckily, you'd picked maths, your least favorite and weakest subject. However, you kept to your word and ultimately, majored in it. On your first day of classes, you had overslept and woken up late. In a rush, you had packed your bag frantically and thrown on a random outfit, praying that it looked fine. Speed walking into the lecture hall of your first class, maths, you muttered a half assed apology to your professor and sat down in the only available seat. It was next to a smartly dressed boy with glasses and long hair. Definitely a nerd, you'd thought to yourself. Throughout the whole lecture, you just fiddled with your pen and pretended to be attentive. You had sloppily done the work, scribbling down random answers. It was the most boring thing ever and you were debating falling asleep there until you were snapped back to Earth as everyone around you started to pack up their things. Stuffing your laptop into your bag, the boy next to you turned to you, extending a hand. "Kunikida." He said, no hesitance or anxiety. He was clearly awaiting a handshake which you reluctantly gave him. "All of your answers were wrong. By the way." Kunikida stated, matter of factly, pushing his glasses up a little with his middle finger. "I could help. If you want." He wasn't offering to be polite, he was offering to save you and him from your God awful numerical skills. He seemed... smart. He had glasses, nice handwriting, sharp attire and an organised pencil case. The epitome of intelligence. At least according to you.