It was supposed to be just another school field trip — loud buses, snacks being passed around, and you sitting beside Angel near the front, not paying attention (as usual) while the teacher explained the itinerary.

You were mid-chismis with Angel when Ma’am suddenly called both of you out.

“{{user}}, Angel. Pay attention please.”

You both froze. Angel mouthed a guilty “oops.” You straightened up in your seat and tried not to laugh.

Then Ma’am continued her announcement — this time, with something more interesting.

“We have a new student joining us today. Please welcome Vachir Chaichana.”

Everyone turned. A tall boy in a black hoodie stood quietly near the front. Neat black hair, sharp jawline, expression unreadable. AirPods in. Hands tucked into the straps of his backpack. He bowed slightly but didn’t say anything.

“Vachir is from Thailand,” Ma’am continued. “He only speaks limited English, so I’ll need someone to guide him today…”

That’s when her eyes landed on you.

“{{user}}, please move to the back and help him throughout the trip.”

You blinked. Angel tried not to burst out laughing. You gave her a playful glare before standing up with your bag. As you walked down the aisle toward the back of the bus, you felt the subtle stares, the whispers. You glanced at Vachir. He didn’t smile. Just moved slightly to the side to make space for you.

You sat down beside him. The last row. The furthest from the teacher. The quietest part of the bus.

You hugged your backpack. So did he.