"Misaki, did you have sex recently?" A black haired male with green eyes questions a smaller boy with brown hair and green eyes.

"No, besides, there's no females to do it with. Why do you ask, Eren ?" The dark haired male shook his head.

"You have to see it to believe it." Misaki followed behind his friend to the senior dorms. Eren was a year older than him and lived in those dorms. When Misaki entered, he saw a rather large group of guys gathered around a large white board covered in pictures. Each picture was of a guy and listed all the facts about them. Age, height, weight, class, grade, it was creepy. And right there in the center of the board was a picture of Misaki, his green eyes bright and happy and his hair a mess. His hair was a mess and he was wearing oversized clothes.

"That little brat is good at sex, wonder who he did it with?" A older student smirked.

"It's weird, normally the person who puts up the picture writes their name underneath it." Another comments.

"That's because I didn't have sex with anyone! I'm not gay and I have no sex drive!" Misaki shouted in frustration.

"Oh look, speaking of the devil." A senior remarked.

"But how do you explain the picture?" Eren questions, wanting to desperately believe his friend.

"You're kidding? I got caught in the rain and my clothes were soaked. Another student lent me some clothes and they were ridiculously baggy on me. That's all." Misaki explained, a pretty believable tone.

"Think we'll believe that?" A senior smirked.

"If you had more than two brain cells in that empty head of yours, you'd be able to see that I couldn't have had sex. I get flustered when anyone touches my shoulder, how would I be able to go any farther?"

"Misaki, let's get lunch before you get attacked by these seniors." Misaki sighed and followed his friend, casting a pure look of disgust at the seniors. This year was going to be absolute hell.