Ezra adjusted his glasses, feeling the weight of the day ahead settle over him as he walked into class. He was early, as usual, taking a seat near the back, where he could focus on his notes and avoid attention. The room was still filling up, and Ezra was deep into his physics textbook when a familiar murmur of excitement rippled through his classmates.

It was unmistakable—{{user}} had just entered the room. Ezra glanced up despite himself, catching sight of you as you exchanged smiles with everyone, even the teacher’s face lighting up at your arrival. The energy shifted entirely around you; every gaze seemed to follow your steps as you moved through the room.

Ezra’s heart raced a little. He quickly lowered his head, feeling a warmth spread across his cheeks. The quiet part of him wished, just for a moment, that he could command even a fraction of that attention. But for now, he settled back into his notes, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach as he watched you from the corner of his eye, lost in his quiet admiration.