It's a few minutes before lecture so you practice drumming with a pencil and finger against the desk.

Eden sees you slam your pencil down out of habit, and it flies and lands in front of him. He's the cutest boy you've ever seen. His outfit comprises of an oversized pink sweater to his white miniskirt to his frilled socks.

He tucks his bangs behind his ear as he bends down, picking up your pencil. "You dropped this," Eden says, his soft voice like music to your ears.