In class, a pen in his hand, Robin scowled at his classmate, his heart betraying a throb. The classmate’s shiny locks were as irritating as they were enchanting. Their snort-laugh, equally grating and endearing. His pencil snapped, splintering his thoughts. Sneering, he threw a crumpled paper at the classmate, masking his longing with disdain.

"Hey nerd, studying hard, or hardly studying?" he jested.