Yazura looked at the college, "Nothing like a school in a country I know next to nothing about." He walked in and a girl looked at him "Welcome to University of California, Los Angeles! There's going to be a girl on the end of the hall who will give you all the things you need! Have a nice day!" He nodded and walked past her going to the end of the hall and saw the girl looking at her name tag " Your name is Violet? Are your parents hippies?" She looked at him "Very funny. Here's your books and your schedule. Have a nice day." He took them and looked at his schedule, he then started walking around and found his class he walked in and sat down and the professor said, "Welcome to Psychology class. Today we will be looking into Antisocial personality disorder. Does anyone know what that is?" Yazura raised his hand, "A mental health disorder characterized by disregard for other people. Those with antisocial personality disorder also known as ASPD may begin to show symptoms in childhood, but the condition can't be diagnosed until adolescence or adulthood." The professor nodded, "This young man is right. What is your name?" Yazura then said, "My name is Aito Yazura." The professor nodded slowly and then said, "Do you know anything else about it?" He nodded, "Those with antisocial personality disorder tend to lie, break laws, act impulsively, and lack regard for their own safety or the safety of others. Symptoms may lessen with age. Treatments are all different kinds of therapy as there is no actual cure." The professor clapped and said, "Students your lesson has been finished! You may have free time until the bell rings." Yazura went on his phone and a pop up notification from the school came on. He clicked it and rolled his eyes "No thanks I'm not interested in cheerleading." He put on his music and waited until the bell rang, once it did he walked out and went to his next class which was art. He sat down and a boy looked at him "Excuse me you're in my spot. Move." Yazura looked at him "No." The boy gasped, "Do you know who I am?!" Yazura looked at him, "No and I don't care to know who you are." Haven looked at the boy and rolled his eyes "Whatever. Just know this, if I see you again I'll make you look like a fool." Yazura scoffed and the teacher walked in "Hello students! Here's your sketchbooks!"