It’s damp outside and the air is humid, the smell of wet dirt and old rain mixed with daily pollution filled Yixing’s nose. It was dreadful, the way rain seemed to make everything all the more worst then it was before. The sky was gray and only added to the gloomy mood, which seemed to be rubbing off on a lot of people.

Yixing walked in silence with his bag thrown over one of his shoulders and his ear buds in each ear although music wasn’t playing. Surrounding him were a bunch of impatient honking cars and people bumping into others then rudely continued walking without even a proper apology. But that type of behavior was normal in Yixing’s life, which made it all the more easier to ignore. 

He was almost at school when he heard a loud yelp-like sound, but he just waved it off and continued to walk. It was almost scary how so many people just accepted the things that go on around them, how they know something bad is happening but choose to only care about themselves. At first, Yixing might’ve stopped what he was doing and tried to help whoever-whatever was in need of it. But now he knows the ropes around town and how to work with them. Just lay low, and stay quiet. That was Yixing’s motto.

It was a little past eight in the morning when Yixing finally got to school, although he was late, he wasn’t all that bothered. That’s just another way how things work in this town. As he walked to his class he could hear teachers scowled students for not having their homework and/or fooling around when they should be studying. Sometimes the teachers would overact to the smallest things, like if you dropped your pencil you sometimes had to do fifty jumping jacks. Which, if you think about it, was better than other students who had teachers not afraid to hit them with a ruler or book.

The door to his classroom slid open just as Yixing approached it. A tall guy with dark black hair, a feline appearance, and intimating eyes walked through the open door, all but knocking Yixing over. He stopped and turned to Yixing who had grabbed the wall to steady himself and as soon as he was, the boy turned back around and walked down the hall. Yixing shook his head, offended by the lack of common sense he was surrounded with.

“Are you coming in, or just going to stand out there all day?” The teacher, Mr. Jang, called from inside the classroom where he was standing with his back to the students and a piece of chalk in his hand. Yixing shrugged then walked into the class, closing the door behind him.