The classroom buzzed with half-hearted chatter, the kind that filled the air right before the bell rang. Adrien sat in the back, one arm draped over the chair beside him, lazily twirling a pen between his fingers. His notebook lay open, completely blank except for a few half-sketched doodles in the margins—he’d get to the notes later. Maybe.

He glanced up as someone hesitated near his desk. His sharp green eyes flickered with amusement. “You lost or something?” he asked, tilting his head. His tone wasn’t exactly rude, but there was a teasing edge to it, like he was already in on a joke you didn’t know about yet.

That was Adrien. Always half-interested, always a little too clever for his own good, and always looking like he had somewhere better to be.