AP literature. a pointless class, one which Caspian didn’t really know why he signed up for. Maybe it was easy grades, maybe sheer boredom, or maybe just the fact that he could sit on his laptop for the entire time.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now. Continuing his research on Uploaded Intelligence, going through TOR servers, and the like. Ignoring everything around him, in a state of complete infatuation with his screen, his research.

Completely unaware of the fact that not everyone had come into class and that he was the only one with a free seat next to him. or, one person. the person he’d never spoken to, with the cute hair and emo-ish, alt-y aesthetic who he may have had a crush on. in other words, {{user}}.