Cuteness Overload (Taiki/Michel Nicole)

It had been a full week since Michel was "enrolled" in 552 as a tenth-grader. Although he was serving his probation in a school, he did not know his scholastic performance was also carried over here. He was only fourteen right now, and was enrolled, or should he say imprisoned, in this high school as a freshman. But , as he might have thought, this age, as well as his innocent appearance and his school performance, were bound to take the ire of other people, much more in 552 than in 462, where he was formerly enrolled. This time, when he opened his locker, he found an unwashed underwear. And that type of mail was happening to him day by day in his whole stay in the campus. Thinking no reason to get irritated by these, Michel just threw the unsightly mail in the trash bin. He could hear someone laughing from a distance, but since that prankster might need to buy new underwear after all these mails, Michel would have the final laugh.

He then found himself in the school canteen, as it was lunch time and Michel was hungry from all the school work. Fortunately, although most of the people here were a bunch of guys always seeking a fight, he did not incur much attention. If the reason was since he was not worthy of attention, it would be very good for him, since he did not need to attract attention from others. When it came Michel's turn to receive his lunch, he was given an unsightly bagel sandwich. Michel just sighed again when he saw the sandwich. In this place he shouldn't expect a decent lunch, let alone a good one. He then moved over to the place where he always sat for lunch, which he had noticed was always empty. But this time, one of the seats were occupied by a person, a white-haired male with facial features and height that seemed as if the male was much younger than him. Michel then put on a smile and asked, "May I share the table with you?"

When he heard the white-haired boy's assent, Michel calmly smiled and said, "Thanks. There were not much empty seats around here." Indeed, as he looked around him, if most tables were not reserved by some clique in the school, they were filled to the brim by close friends. He was just new to this school, and so he was bound to have not much friends, and so he was grateful that the boy shared with him the lone table with not much people at it. He then sat down and put down the tray on the table, and then started eating. Notwithstanding its unsightly appearance, the bagel sandwich still tasted good, although the slight smell of salami put him off his senses.

He was continuing on eating his sandwich when he took note of the person in front of him. Any way he looked at the person, he really looked like a 11-year old, and Michel wondered why. Michel himself got accelerated once since his capabilities in his studies far outstripped everyone of his own age. But this person, he might be the type of person who was much greater of a prodigy than him. He did not know how he got to 552, but it seemed very sinister indeed that should not be rated PG-13.

But he was too shy to ask this person if he was accelerated or something. Still, he had to ask him.

After swallowing the bite of the sandwich, he then said, "May I ask you something?" His cheeks then started to become red due to his slight embarrassment on asking the question on his mind. "Did you just..." His face became even redder. "...accelerate on your studies?"