The grey haired boy with the buzz cut saw Mihashi walking toward him and his brown eyes looked around for some sort of escape from the other boy, but there was no escape. He tried to put on a smile for the lone soul, tried to make sure that the other boy would be comfortable with him and not terrified.

"Hi," Ren said, sitting down on the other side of the table so Buzz Cut can leave if he needed or wanted to, "my name is Ren Mihashi, what's yours?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, blinking at him. The boy stared at Mihashi for a little bit, processing the conversation before he spoke so softly, Mihashi almost missed it. He never knew that making just one friend and then that friend helping you with six other friends would bring him out of his shell in order to make another friend. Almost like dominoes.

"Hanai…Azusa Hanai," he answered, his eyes looking up at Mihashi before snapping back down to his food. He did this many times, it seemed his anxiety was worse than Mihashi's, though his could get bad in the right situations…wrong situations? In the given situations, Mihashi's anxiety could get as bad as the boy's sitting right in front of him.

"It's nice to meet you, Hanai," Mihashi put another smile on his face, sitting back a little bit, "do you want to come and sit with us?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, "you seem awfully lonely over here all by yourself," he said softly, leaning forward then and bracing his chin on his fingers, his elbows on the top of the table.

Hanai nodded his head thanks to the 'nice to meet you' comment but as soon as Mihashi said something about moving, his head stopped in its movements and he stared shocked at the other. One could see the war of thoughts in his mind just by looking into his eyes. Ren tilted his head to the side, not saying anything, letting the boy come to a conclusion all his own.

While waiting, Tajima was already over at the other, talking up a storm, a huge smile on his face, sitting up and then sitting back down when he knew his emotions were getting too much for him to handle in a sit down position, but knew that he didn't want to scare the other.

Tajima was always good at making someone comfortable in their surroundings. He just started a conversation, already acting as if they had been friends for years, "hello," he said happily, a comfortable smile on his face, friendliness radiating from his body. The brown haired boy stared confused back at Tajima, not really answering, a look of almost disinterest was on his face, rooted in his grey eyes.

But Tajima didn't let the conversation – what he thought it was anyways – die.

"I'm Tajima," he continued as if the other had answered him, "what's yours? And why is it that you're sitting all alone?"

"Abe," he answered, his voice was deeper than Tajima originally thought would come from him, his eyes looking down at his hands. They were steady, his body was relaxed, though Tajima could tell it was an obvious measure not to tense up for Abe, "I like to be alone."

Very vague, Tajima scrutinized him for a little bit before he tilted his head to the side, "well, Abe," he smiled, "you could be alone with us at my table."

"That defeats the purpose of being alone," he answered, turning his gaze outside. Tajima had to admit, he was having a tough time with this deflecting. Tajima was just about to say something when Abe looked back at him again, but he didn't say anything and his eyes didn't stay on Tajima long when they looked at someone walking, he saw the movement of his eyes, he knew he was watching someone. Tajima looked over his shoulder to see that Mihashi had succeeded in getting the buzz cut guy over to their table. It still looked like Mihashi was trying to get him not to change his mind. He did introductions and even traded some of his lunch with the other boy.

Tajima was done watching, but when he turned around, Abe still hadn't looked away and then a smirk rested on his lips, "you like him, don't you?" he asked.

Abe sputtered and a slight blush was on his features, looking back at his too steady hands, shaking his head quickly, "no," he grumbled, taking a big bite of a sandwich, chewing slowly. Tajima laughed loudly.

"Yes you do!" he bounced in his seat, "do you even know what his name is?"

"I do not," Abe growled before he shook his head, his jaw clenched, "no."

"It's Mihashi," he smiled happily, "Ren Mihashi, and he's my friend. You could meet him if you come over to my table," his voice took on a willowy sort of trap for Abe and he could see the war in his eyes.

"No, I like to be alone," Tajima shrugged at his answer and chuckled.

"Okay, so what sort of music do you like?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and waiting for the boy to answer. He would change the subject for right now and circle it back to Mihashi eventually.

"Mostly punk, metal and lots of bands," he answered, "but some pop music is good too," he shrugged, "whatever is catchy really."

Tajima bounced to his feet and then noticed that Abe jumped so he sat back down and clapped his hands happily, "do you play any instruments?" he asked hopefully, eyes sparkling. Abe's eyes narrowed just like Mihashi's had when he asked the same question.

"Guitar," he said flatly, "why?"

"Because I'm starting a band!" Tajima said right after, bouncing in his seat, "I'm the drummer and Mihashi over there is–"

"Wait, Mihashi?" he butt in, "he's in the band?"

"Yeah, he's the other guitar and he can sing!"

But before Tajima could finish his sentence, Abe was shaking his head no, "no I can't," he finally answered the important question, "I can't join the band."