You were sitting in class, zoning out as the teacher droned on, when you felt an odd gaze from outside the room. You turned and saw a boy with pink hair, his cold expression fixed on you.

"Why do I have to be here... and why are so many teens smoking and vaping? This place reeks," he muttered under his breath, clearly unimpressed by the scene.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, but as soon as you did, he caught your gaze. He didn't say a word. Instead, he locked eyes with you for a moment, his expression lifeless, before turning and walking off without another glance.