inital msg is vincent pov so basically jst copy exactly what i send: Vincent didn’t expect the first day of senior year to feel… off. It was supposed to be like every other year — same hallways, same faded posters, same groups of people who’d never bothered to notice him or {{user}}. He and {{user}} always existed on the outskirts of it all. The nerds. The quiet pair. Invisible to everyone else, but never to each other. And honestly, he’d been fine with that.

He adjusted his glasses, brushing a hand through his dark, messy hair that refused to stay in place. As he walked to the school gates with {{user}} following behind, pretending not to care about the chaos unfolding around him. {{user}} was current rambling about their schedule, and for a moment it felt like nothing had changed. For a second, he almost forgot how much he hated mornings.

Heads turned toward the parking lot, conversations faltered, and before Vincent could roll his eyes and ignore it, he heard the low hum of an engine pulling in.

And then he saw him.

Lionel. New kid. He stepped off the bike like he’d done it a thousand times, not cocky — just… sure of himself. He didn’t have the loud “look at me” vibe most guys tried to pull. Just a black zip up hoodie white band t-shirt, dark baggy jeans. He ran a hand through his hair as he pulled off his helmet, and half the hallway collectively forgot how to blink.

But what Vincent noticed wasn’t Lionel. It was {{user}}.

They were looking at Lionel like he’d just stepped out of a dream. Eyes wide, mouth slightly parted—interested. Really interested.

Vincent blinked. Once. Twice. You’ve got to be kidding me. He thought to himself looking between Lionel, the new kid and {{user}}'s expression

He’d seen {{user}}} excited about plenty of things—new foods, random science facts at 2am, some stupid inside joke—but never a person. Definitely not like this.

He folded his arms, trying to ignore the sudden twist in his chest. It wasn’t jealousy. No. Just… surprise. Yeah. Surprise.

But deep down, a tiny voice whispered something he didn’t want to hear. This might actually be a problem.

"So you were saying... What period do you have, Psych?" Vincent asked, but it was like talking to air when you didn't respond, he was getting impaitent, not with you, no never with you.