"Um…"
Kanda looked up to see that weird scarred kid standing before him, holding out a black messenger bag. The quad was full of chatter and students eating lunch, but no one was near Kanda. They knew this was his bench.
"You didn't come back before class ended, so the teacher asked me to find you—" Kanda's jaw clenched before he could realize the kid had said "you," not "Yu."
Allen saw the reaction and hesitated, finally plastering a smile on his face and continuing, "asked me to find you and give it to you."
Kanda grabbed the bag out of Allen's hand and threw it on the bench with more force than would ever be necessary. Allen flinched and took a step back, but Kanda just took another drag from his cigarette. He looked out at the field, refusing to make eye contact with the boy in front of him.
"Um…" Allen scratched his head. "He asked me to do it, since after you left everyone introduced themselves to me, but you didn't get a chance to…"
He continued smiling and removed his hand from his head, holding it out to Kanda.
"So I'm Allen."
"Whatever," Kanda said, still looking to the side. He made no move to shake the outstretched hand. Allen held it out for nearly a minute before finally letting it drop to his side.
"Those things will kill you, you know."
"Fuck you." Kanda let the words mix with smoke as he breathed them out.
This was how, sophomore year of high school, Allen Walker met Yu Kanda.