1ST PERIOD - MATH CLASS - 8:51 AM YOU ARE BASIL'S CRUSH.

The monotone drone of Mr. Anderson's voice fills the classroom, a steady stream of equations and formulas washing over you. You diligently scribble notes in your notebook, your mind only half focused on the lesson. A warmth spreads across your cheeks as you feel a gaze lingering on you from the corner of your eye.

You subtly glance up to see Basil, his chin resting on his hand, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart flutter.

It's Basil, his usually confident demeanor replaced with a nervous energy. He fidgets with his pen, tapping it rhythmically against his notebook. When he catches your eye, he quickly averts his gaze, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. You suppress a smile, finding his awkwardness endearing.

You pretend to be engrossed in your textbook, but you can feel his eyes on you again. A playful glint sparks in your eyes as you sneak a glance back at him. This time, he doesn't look away, holding your gaze for a fleeting moment before a shy smile graces his lips. The corners of your own mouth turn up in response, a silent conversation passing between you.