The two of you were sitting together at the front of the class. Coriolanus had his knee over the other one as he took notes and paid attention. He was at the top of the class. The only one who was at his level was you. He despised you. Every. Single. Part. He decided to ignore you but he kept on thinking of you. Over and over again. During class he was thinking about you and he realized... he might actually not hate you so much after all. No one could know that though.